[open] Are you the Destroyer? [Any]

[Sinner]

A simple misstep with words turns the tables around. Sinner pressed forward too much, but he does not slip away from the other draws up. The other wolf exposes his teeth, calling for a challenge. He welcomes it—after all it has been too long. “Perhaps today is the day you will see hell,” he smirks wide, a wolfish grin appears from ear to ear. The bloodhound snarls at the other wolf. Only does he step back a pace when he sends the flames out, blocking his path to reach the other wolf. Sinner growls in disgust at such offenses. He feels his claws dig into the forest floor. Glowing red and yellow eyes carefully follow the other wolf as he paces back and forth. The flames may divide them but Sinner already has plans to tear him limb from limb. He hungers to taste flesh and blood and to hear bones break. It seems the other wolf is not too keen on strangers, not taken likely by simple words. “Do I intimidate you that much?” He asks with a laugh, eyes glinting with humor. The hound can fill his blood boiling, adrenaline running through his veins. He can taste the thirst for the fight, the thrill of it is almost too tempting. The sound of a broken twig; the scent of the other; and a quick glance to the woods draw him away from the other wolf for a second. Something else calls him—something screams pristine, innocence. The evil within, the darkness calls him to it. “I want to hunt.” He could careless for the brawl they would have, tearing each other from limb to limb seemed less exciting than what was offered just around the bend of the forest. No invitation was needed for the other wolf to join—after all there was a kindship they shared. Sinner turns with a quick twist, black paws finding contact within the forest floor easily. He moves swiftly, bounding towards the direction the sorrel splash had headed off to. The scent aids him in his search—the hunt is one. He can fill the thrill increasing—the high is even more satisfying than anything he has felt in a long time. Just through the group of trees he spots the horse. Sinner curves around the trees, jaws opened wide as teeth are exposed. He halts in front of the stallion, growling. “Hello,” he greets with a devilish smile, salvia dripping from his jowls.

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@[Crevan] @[Kwazi] Sorry this is so late :/