there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted
hunt or be hunted
Rumors are only said to be rumors. But the rumors he heard about Loess did not feel like gossip on the wind from little chitty birds that spread such things like wildfire. These rumors were dangerous—they threatened his own personal intentions and challenged the opportunity for himself to become more. Sinner may have tolerated bending the knee when Arthas became annoying to him about where Sylva was placed but submitting under Loess had been the better part for him and Sylva. However, under another ruler it was different. He had once met the now-snake king, but that did not settle completely with him. The hellhound was not exactly sure what the intentions of the snake-king and his new comrades would be. Rumors of war told him otherwise—chaos and destruction. He personally liked the idea of creating such things. Hell, he enjoyed bringing the plague into Beqanna itself. But when it became personal, blocking his own advances it was another story. Vulgaris became an enemy. Making their journey to Loess takes no time from Sylva. They were rather eager to make the short trip to visit their neighboring king. Sinner was more eager to settle the matter. He kept his eyes focused ahead, paying little mind to make conversation with Mary. All he could think about was the conversation that would unfold and how everything would play out. The hound wears his stoic expression as they reach the border. Mary gives the call, bringing the snake-king and his newly appointed adviser. Sinner focuses on the king, there is an oddness of distance in the air. Something does not feel right, or certainly Vulgaris has forgotten their introductions at one point in Brilliant Pampas. He pushes the thought aside. “It has been awhile,” he says, keeping a content tone as he takes in every detail and interaction that plays out now. “I am Sinner, and this is my co-ruler, Mary.” His eyes are kept focused on the dapple Friesian, but flicker to Starsin when she asks them about the changes in kingdom. Why else would we be here? He thinks with mild humor as ill-intent thoughts pass through his mind. A minor smile, warm and friendly as any dark beast can manage, lifts on his dark chiseled features. He licks his teeth obviously, feeling the sharpness of each canine tooth across his tongue. “Yes. We heard the news. It only seemed necessary we needed to come to Loess to see if it was true. It only felt like yesterday Wolfbane and Lepis had visited us in Sylva.” He pauses for a moment, flickering his red-yellow glowing gaze between the two gray horses. “What happened to them?” He asks then falls silent. |
Sinner
the king of sylva
@[Mary] @[vulgaris] @[Starsin]
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Most likely always in his hellhound form