11-14-2018, 11:59 PM
| Her reaction was natural to him. The hound has never been a pleasing creature to look upon. He was a frightful dark beast that only brought greater dangers. It was thrilling though. Every bit of chaos and destruction he created to discourse the hope and tranquility of others was another victory for him. He had been created to do so, mended to be an obliterator to the harmony that held the world together. Despite the obvious fright that fills her eyes, the mare challenges him with her voice. The dark beast remains within his position as the mare rises from her previous position. His hollowed gaze challenges her further, keeping a stoic expression perfectly across his hard-canine features. The beast steps forward challenging her further. Her confidence falls away quickly. A dark, soft laugh is released through his teeth as his sinister grin grows a bit wider. “Why do you let yourself fall so easily?” He asks curiously as she locks her gaze back to him again. The beast waits for her to answer before answering her previous question. “You must be new then,” he confirms to himself out loud, “You are in Beqanna, and you’ve definitely come at the right time.” He steps forward again, closing the distance between him and the black mare. “A plague has taken over our land.”“However, there are more dangers than that here.” His licks his lips slowly to indicate his meaning to her. |
| angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils |
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Most likely always in his hellhound form