[open] the bones of a miracle; diplomatic visit

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

With the chaos of the plague settling, he expects to find others coming to the border of his autumn kingdom soon. The dark hound was not absent of the thought that others would also gather their own and those that sought a safety of some sort to reform. The leaders of kingdoms would look for lands to harbor their own loved ones and extend their hand to those that needed a helping-hand. He offers the same as well, but he rules more with an iron fist. (And an agenda of his own. But he does not share this detail so freely.) The scent of others draws him from the shadows of the eternal autumn colored forest. He has yet to see them at the border, but the scent of strangers does alarm the hound’s curiosity. The plague still haunted these woods and beyond them. But it is only custom to be weary and curious of those that come to your border. Not everyone was a friend, but possibly a foe. He prowls forward, shifting through the shadows. Sinner takes on the form of a hellhound. Some would say he is not a horse at all as he rarely ever is found within his natural from. Then again, the hellhound was his natural from to him and those that had created him in the depths of hell. Passing through the trees and around some of the large boulders scattered throughout the land, he hears the call a call. His dark ears flicker forward, catching every word that hisses and succumbs from the kraken-horse he has yet to meet. His interest grows even more at the mention of Pangea—his birthplace. Moving past the final boulder towards the border, he lays eyes on the two oddest of pair. A creature he has never seen before—the kraken mare—and another mare that is the color of chestnut (just as his father was). His features do not hold an expression, except for a stoic appearance. Each of his facial features are chiseled hard, sculpting his dark expression. His red-yellow eyes look hollowed, but they glint with obvious mischief as he moves closer to greet the two mares at his borders. “Welcome to Sylva, Yidra and Kensa.” His voice is warm as any wolf could greet another. But there is no threat found within his tone. “You can call me Sinner. I lay claim now to these lands, alongside with Mary, my co-leader.” Although he insists he is the overall ruler of the autumn kingdom. No one would ever be considered truly his equal. He glances from the kraken mare to the chestnut. The hound king studies each of them, curiously trying to pull any information he can from what he sees. He doesn’t allow the silence to go one for long though. “What brings you to our quiet, humble little forest?” His gaze lands back onto Yidhra, more curious to see how someone has laid claim to Pangea itself. It was where the entire disaster had started after all—a helping hand to the plague he had been too.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Kensa] @[Yidhra]