there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted
hunt or be hunted
| It was those that did not fear him that gave him the most satisfying challenge of all. These individuals that could take their demons by the horn and toss them into the oblivion, thinking they have vanquished them. But they have not. Their demons would always be there within the darkness, waiting and watching. He was patient just as those demons were. The hound would play his cards just like anyone else would, but he believed himself to be more tactful and thoughtful of what moves he made. Perhaps it was in his innate nature to be this way, created to destroy worlds and souls. The hellhound does not show a reaction to the smile that spreads wide across Magnus’ face. He expected that there would be no answer to his question. But it was not hard for the hound to find others that were more willing to talk. Gossip was something others loved to do while it became a source of weapon for him if needed. But the name Warrick was something he should have remembered, but he does not find such sacrifices to be worthy of remembering truly (even if they both have played a part in bringing in the plague). Magnus is something else. Perhaps someone Sinner would have liked if they did not stand on opposite sides. There is a strength and a sense of wisdom that he seen within the immortal buckskin stallion. Sinner likely would never have connected the dots that this is his grandfather. Not that he would care. Family was entirely useless to him, and he had not come into the world purely out of the love of two souls. He had come as a warning—a weapon of destruction. “It seems so,” he says with a smile at Magnus words. He truly doesn’t believe that Magnus is glad about his intentions of Sylva. The friendly face may saw other ways, but Sinner is not easily trustworthy of what others show freely on the outside. There were always darker thoughts and sometimes intentions. He has taken the liberty of never trusting what the outside shows. The smile on his lips remain as Magnus continues speaking. It seems already the buckskin is ready to send him along his way. Sinner was happy with the idea too. There was no reason for him to remain at the border of Tephra when he has already found what he was looking for. “I am glad I was able to finally see Tephra. Thank you for your hospitality, Magnus and Ryatah.” It feels sickening almost to be this polite, but it came with the duties of leading a land. “I think I have all I need.” A smirk grows across his mandibles, keeping his red-yellow gaze on Magnus. “Have a good day,” he says before turning around on all four paws disappearing into the distance. All the while thinking that Tephra could potentially be a concern within the future of his opportunities. Sinner was not afraid though. He would enjoy the challenges that came. |
Sinner
the king of sylva
@[magnus]
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Most likely always in his hellhound form