the blight of man, the shame of the divine; any

[Sinner]

Anarchy. Devastation. Violence. The dark hound had been created to be a catalyst. A dark force that brought a reckoning to shake the very core of the world he had been born into. His birth was more than forewarning to his father now, but a bringer of darkness. He had played his part with the bringing of the plague. But he was not the only one to be blamed. There had been a handful of them, some willingly while others had been manipulated to do so. But he, a messenger of hell, did so without question. Some would shame him for what he has done, but others would joyfully applaud the chaos he played a part in. The hellhound cares nothing for what others might think. Their morals and principles do not affect him. He is simple-minded, attune to living to the beat of his immortal life as he pleases. He was not surprised when the plague came that all would seek out the safe havens the fairies had provided for them. Not all of them would be immune to the disease that spread like wildfire across the land like he was—another gift from the dark god to thank him for his effort in bringing the disaster. Brilliant Pampas is where they had gone to, and he eventually makes his way there. Truthfully, he was in no rush to get there. When he sees the gathering of familiar faces he is not surprised to be met with those from Loess. There had been a declaration of war before the plague, but where did that leave them now? Sinner smirks at such things. The idea of war seemed promising, but with the plague it could entirely mean something else. Sinner slips towards the group, placing himself next to the crowned king of Sylva. His wolf ears flicker towards the conversation. Of course, Arthas would need to put behind the talk of war if he wishes their small community to be safe. Sylva was not safe unless others were willing to risk getting sick. What is the plague even capable of? He wonders, knowing well that the plague could destroy their entire world within a heartbeat. Is that what Carnage had wanted? “You overstep yourself, Wolfbane,” he says with distaste at the suggestion of Vulgaris to take a hold of the autumn kingdom. “Sylva is not simply yours to handout, and there is a previous agreement that has been rather set in stone.” Well, at least I am to see to it. Sinner would not let the hands of another Loessian take the autumn forest throne without his opinion on the matter. As much as Loess held an upper hand, it would not stretch over his homeland. Perhaps matters could be mended though. “War is definitely out of the question right now,” he says boldly, glancing his dark hooded gaze over to Arthas. “If you wish to see us tear each other apart and let our own selfish needs be our undoing then so be it, Arthas.” It would have been fascinating to the very least to let the chaos and destruction unravel between their kingdoms, but it would mean an ending to his own current position and that was not going to be a likely occurrence as he stood here within the new land. “Let us be civil once more again,” he suggests with a soft wolfish grin.

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Currenly immune to the plague per Carnage's quest.