[mature] if you are a queen then, honey, I am a wolf; sinner

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

There is a darkness in all of them. A darkness where their demons hide. A hunger that lives within their own darkness, controlling their every thought and action. He knows the darkness that lives within him. Every demon that hides within his darkness is a face he has seen. He knows them each by name, their deepest desires, and the nature of their birth. These demons were the ones that had been implemented into him. Manifested from the darkest of thoughts from his creators. Driven by only one nature, only one purpose. These were the demons that had kept him a prisoner. Chained and branded as a slave to the bidding of hell itself. These were the demons he had come face-to-face and destroy himself. These were the demons he had to kill within himself in order to find his own salvation, his own freedom. Demons that were now his own, a darkness he controlled, their purpose he gave them. He was his own master now. The hunger within him was different though. It was feral beyond his own understanding. As a hellion, he could not understand its heathen nature. What drove its instinct he could never truly understand. The hunger’s ferocious and barbaric nature was too powerful. It had a strength that was overwhelming, a spirit that could not be tamed. It used its own strength to control him. Taking every thought and action and making him a slave again. He could not always control the irrefutable feelings it filled him with. The craving for flesh and blood compelled him. The desire to want more than he had. The determination to achieve his goals without consideration for others. Every part of the hunger fueled him. Giving him a drive, a purpose to achieve beyond what he was cable of. It was the hunger that would always control him. A monster could never truly be free of its true nature. One of them had come—Ophanim—but he expected another to arrive soon. If the so-called tigress named Sochi did not, well, it would not come without deep consequences. His hunger as of late grew even more. The challenge had been accepted by the dragon-king, but the tension between Loess and Sylva still burned like the wildfire within Tephra. It was a wildfire that burned within the hellhound’s own darkness. A fire that the hunger brewed with its power and the invisible chains that bounded him. He would eventually have all that he desired. The autumn winds bring the scent of the tiger to the hellhound. It fills him with satisfaction to finally know the Loessian has arrived within the autumn forest. He does not wait long to make his way from the heart of the territory to border of the forest—it is there he finds Sochi. “Good girl,” he says with a wolfish grin that grows slowly from ear to ear, “You finally made it here.” He moves towards her, paws silently padding across the autumn forest floor. The hound’s eyes glisten as he overlooks the tigress. He licks his lips softly before meeting Sochi’s own gaze. “I thought I was going to have to drag you here myself,” he says with slight annoyance. However, he imagines the scene would have played out very well when Castile saw him dragging his beloved away from Loess. “Then again, maybe you should have stayed longer.” His eyes gleam with mischief as he closes the barrier between them.

Sinner

the king of sylva

character info: here | character reference: here
@[sochi]