[private] hunt or be hunted; ruinam

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

There is a certain balance between the world. Systems are set in place to keep order and harmony. Just as good is found within the world as evil is. But he does not care to keep the balance between good and evil. He enjoys tipping the balance of the world. Of course, it all comes to when and what he wants to do. He is his own master. A puppeteer beginning to feel his newfound power every day. Sinner had to be patient for Sylva to be his, but now he wants more. He grew anxious as the time went on. However, everything had a time and place. Just as those within his territory did. Ruinam was no different. The hound has learned to find his own footing in this world since the beginning. Becoming independent made him stronger and a fighter. He would gladly fight and show his strength against another who wished to defile it or step where they were not welcomed. His aggression towards the ivory stallion sends him backwards. Quickly putting the boy where Sinner thought him best to be. He gives a quick nod of approval. Ruinam may be new to Sylva, but he would know his boundaries. Muddling into Sinner’s would not prove to be useful. It would only destroy Ruinam. “There is a time and place for everything,” he says finally, dropping his earlier firm tone. “If you are curious about something you must know your own boundaries and theirs.” Blindly going in never did anyone good, except a quick death. “You play a dangerous game going into something where you are blind. Do not be foolish or it might just be your deathbed.” Sinner huffs, letting the last of his irritation settle away. The hound returns to a calmer stance, glancing towards the white fox who whimpered back to his companion. Even the little fox probably was fearful of him now. Sinner tosses the thought away just as if the entire situation moments ago was nothing. A warm smile and another nod are given again when Ruinam gives the smallest kneel of his body and speaks again about making a mistake. “Think nothing of it,” he simply says. It was better to forget it all. “I appreciate your curiosity, but there are things you must learn if you are to find a place within Sylva and for yourself to grow. We play a dangerous game from where we stand. A balance of loyalties and ties that can be broken easily. You should learn to keep your curiosity in check and push when it is the right time.” If they were going to become stronger, then they would need to be prepared. Ruinam was eager, he could tell how quickly the ivory stallion snapped back into place. It was only making his weapons stronger would Sylva find its place among the rest of Beqanna. “I was born in Beqanna, but I was created within hell.” He says before falling silent, a flash of mischief fills his eyes and a grin grows slowly across his canine face.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Ruinam]