| The hound is not surprised by the second of another from the dappled stallion’s kingdom. One by one they would come to lay claim to the place he has called home. When there is the possibility of power they will come to take it, but it is not the fight often think about. Sinner smirks at the pale green mare’s words. There is something in the way she holds herself; using her own strengths for something he does not know for (or at least yet). “Ah yes,” he knows well about the powers outside of their own control. Such things formed the hellhound himself and even the very dirt of Pangea is where he had been born. He is everything of unnatural, just as those within Sylva are. The familiar stallion then steps out from the darkness. A sinister smirk grows wider across his jawline. He knew without out a doubt he would not be alone. Maugrim is a sight for sore eyes, especially since he has spent little time with his own recruiter after coming to Sylva. “So good to see you have joined us,” he greets the other Sylvian with the warmest of greetings he could muster but it’s little to nothing than the way he greets anyone. Still, he is pleased to see the drowned god again. The hound lets out a soft snicker at his comrades words. There is truth in every word he says. They do not know what we are capable of. Their power is beyond their own imagination. And then a third comes out into the darkness. He is pleased to see their numbers growing. The very words of the drowned god do not lie. They come together when needed, all of them share something even if their loyalty lies to different things, but it is the darkness they can find mutual agreement in. Sinner’s red-yellow glowing eyes turn back to the mare. “Perhaps we could come to some sort of agreement.” After all, he would not simply let an outsider come and dictate what would be done so easily. Arthas and him may have only met once, but it still weighed nothing to the hound. There was more to had here then accepting him. The black beast wonders what else is to be expected of them. What will these outsiders want in return for allowing them to come and rule their land? Their service no less, but some of them are not so easily swayed by promises of position and such. The idea for holding such a position seemed almost enticing for Sinner, but he wanted more than that. He wanted chaos, destruction, and blood. He listens with every word Arthas states. The promises he can fulfill as their leader sound promising, but Sinner is not so easily trusting of a leader’s words. He has seen two leaders already abandoned their positions, careless and clearly not suitable for such things. “Of course you will never abandon us,” he mocks the words of the dappled stallion. Fickle promises that would mean nothing. However, he wishes to make more of what the dappled stallion ensures. “You will need one of us as well,” it is already clear he means himself, “To ensure you stick to your word and that our interest as well are aligned, a second in command will be placed that will rule in your absence. Think of it as your personal advisor and the voice of us remaining Sylvians if you will too.” He pauses for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. “I will accept that position myself,” he adds finally. |
OOC: AHH! I'm so silly, I forgot he had met Arthas D: Feel free to accept his offer or not, no hard feelings, Sinner might just have more of a harder time of accepting Arthas XD
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Most likely always in his hellhound form