[open] hunt or be hunted; any

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

The hellhound can no longer be confined to the autumn kingdom. His thoughts of the current activities of late within Beqanna stir his mind, making him restless. It is only the call of the hunt that seems to clear his head. Not even Valdis seems to cross his mind either today. He hungers for the thrill. But he hungers for more than flesh and blood. He hungers for more than what he has. For what Sylva is too. The transgressions of rules and obligations no longer seem important to him. He once had followed the path of loyalty blindly, but when he had the chance to open his eyes and see the truth he never turned back. The rules of civility and obedience to the laws of Beqanna are becoming useless and less with meaning to him now. What is the point of rules and laws if not to be broken? He longs for stirring the quietness, the silence that has grown in the wake of the plague that has finally settled. There has been peace for too long, but there are things he must first take and make his. Sylva has been undermined for too long, even when opportunity had been given, he had been denied it. No longer would that be the case. He will have what is his. Eventually. The summer day is warm. He can feel the hot beaming rays of sunlight on his dark body as he prowls through the lush green meadow. Red-yellow glowing eyes scan across the meadow as the sun hangs mid-afternoon, lighting every part of trees and green plants. He licks his lips slightly as he glances to each creature that stirs and lingers within the meadow today. Sinner can taste the thrill already. It fills every vein in him, teasing him with the adrenaline and the delight it brings him each and every time he goes in for the kill. He might not get his fill for glory and what he desires, but today he will have his fill of a hunt. Unless there are other opportunities that hide within the shadows today.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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