[open] spent all this time choking truth for lies; any

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

Hunger is all he feels. The hunt is all he knows. It consumed every part of him. Taking control of every thought that crossed his mind and his heart’s desire. The voice whispered to him, haunting him, and guiding him. He had let himself go. Allowing the hunt to consume him. Forgetting every memory and thought of ever being part of the modern world. It had been unnatural for him. Obeying the rules of a society that was bounded by laws, limited by boundaries. He was ever meant to be bounded by rules, but only what nature had made him and intended for him. A monster is what nature had made him to be. A killer is what nature had intended for him. He knows nothing else but this. A hungry that is fueled by the hunt. Never fully satisfied. The hound found himself in a place where he truly belongs. The simplicity of nature. Where there is no laws or limits. It was simplicity—the prey and hunter. He doesn’t remember the last time he had transformed into his original form—a dark bay horse. It felt unnatural to wear it, even to be able to shift into an equine at all. The hound had never felt bounded to it, considered it an entirely different being than himself. But he wears it now, drawing the source of the scent to him. It was a scent of a forgotten memory, a world where he had once been part of a civilization. He had been someone at one time, but he was nothing like that now. The hound had considered tossing all thoughts away, forgetting the familiarity of another life he once knew. However, something deep within him stirred to not dismiss it. When she pauses, he turns his dark gaze to meet the gaze of yellow eyes staring back at him. For a moment he feels like he is staring back into his past, to a time where he had once been one of them. The silence is long, eerily, but he says nothing in the silence, doesn’t even look away from her gaze. Still he is not sure why he is here. “Sochi,” he says softly. Then his dark colored lips curl into a wolfish grin.

Sinner

the hound

@[sochi]