sinner;

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

The obligations of the crown consume his time of late. He thought he would have found himself on the outside of the autumn forest attending to visiting other lands, but it seemed that the other lands of Beqanna were drawn to their little quiet forest. Sinner has no disagreement with those arrangements though. He finds the visits of diplomats from other kingdoms and strangers coming to call Sylva home a proud moment. Now, it means less time for him to sink and become lost within the duties of the crown. He does not particularly care for what responsibilities come with the role of being a leader, but that is where the color-changing mare, Mary, comes into play. She was born and raised under the rule of the late Sylvan king and taught to live the life of a kingdom-dweller. He, on the other hand, is simply a beast. A predator that only knows the call of the hunt of flesh and bone. But then he also has his own personal games. Games he loves to play so very much. Valdis was currently his new favorite game. Her scent is fresh and clear within the woods of Sylva, marking her close by. It seemed her presence within the autumn forest was not short-term but more permanent. Yet, for how long? The dark beast has left his play-thing unattended since she has arrived here, but he does not give a second thought to that. If she did not have an interest in him, she clearly would not be here. Valdis would also leave by now if she did not have a deeper curious (and perhaps desire) to want more. He has played his cards right so far, and the games were only beginning now. Sinner watches with dark-nutmeg eyes from the shadows of the forest. The canopy of the autumn forest hides him well in the darkness, but so does his instinct and skills of a hunter. Sylva confined the sunlight, keeping the darkness held within, just as he has confined Valdis into his own trap. It is a beautiful thing, playing with the curiosity of a young mare. The naïvetés of such innocent hearts as truly marvelous, but Valdis is not such one nearly. Of course, she has her curiosities, but she also has her own desires that she craves and was willing to get. The question was just far was she willing to go? He is willing to play in order to find out exactly. The dark bay—out of his hellhound form, which is a rare sight truly—moves through the forest slowly. He is quiet with each step upon the dark-earth floor, but he does not have the silent steps of a predator in his horse form. Then again, there was no reason for him to be quiet in his own domain. Sinner was the king of these woods (even if he might be under the ruling of Wolfbane) after all. He steps away from the darkness finally. The hunger within him groans, beckoning him towards the blue and white-frosted mare. It has been too long since he has been in the company of the girl—the girl he couldn’t quite get off his mind truthfully. Valdis didn’t have an emotional hold on be per say. It was entirely something else. Something he isn’t quite sure of yet either. “Valdis,” he says slowly and softly, tasting her name as if for the first time again.

Sinner

the king of sylva

character info: here | character reference: here
@[Valdis]