sinner;

[Sinner]

Sinner

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

Every touch and brush of her lips is intoxicating to him. As her lips tracing down his neck he is filled with tingles of thrills. A delightful feeling consumes him. This feeling is dangerous and wild. He is drunk by the feeling. Addicted to the feeling it gives him. And he only wants more of it. “Indeed, it is,” he says back with a deep-husky voice. He knows that all too well. The best things that have ever happened for him in his life had all come from a price of waiting and being patient. Not everything would always come so easily. Sometimes you had to wait for others to make their downfall. Then again, sometimes you needed to be the domino that falls, and sending the word ablaze (just as he helped to have a hand in the plague, giving him the opportunity to become the ruler of Sylva). The dark stallion lives in the moment right just as they are entangled together. Her company is more than enough (perhaps even more enjoyable then hunting right now in this moment). It is the first time he truly has desired something other than the taste of flesh and bone. It her taste that he craves most. Her body that he desires and needs now. Their chemistry together is dangerous. A mixing of elements and minerals that can be chaotic and destructive. But he only feels life when he is around her. A fire he wants the whole world to burn in with him. Her sweet and honey-like tone fill him with more now. “You might be right,” he says with a humorous tone. She says all the right words, pulling him even more. Is he truly blind by the possibility of what she can do to him, or will she be something more powerful that will bring him everything he has ever wanted? Sinner doesn’t show his fear of what she can do though. And neither does she give a hint of doubt. Valdis looks at him, her gaze is wild and dangerous to him. He does not pull hi dark-nutmeg gaze away from her either. She is too addicting. But even her question pulls him out of the lustful nature he has fallen into with her in this moment. A question that was personal, a secret that not everyone knows. Giving such information away can easily be his own downfall, his own weaknesses exposed. What are even his weaknesses? Is Valdis the only thing that has ever made him fall to his own knees? You, he wants to say but can only make himself think it. Was it wrong of him to not confess how much she made him fall? The hellhound swore he would never fall beneath what his own mother and father had become, leaving behind their own glories behind for something weak as love. And for someone else. He smiles coyly at her, hiding his confusion and pushing it to back of his mind. “I will do anything to get what I want,” he says, but that is something she already knows. But does she truly know what it takes to go for what you desire most? “Even if it meant bringing the plague here to get the crown, I would do it over and over again.” He hints, confessing his own hand at bringing the plague. The dark beast was not so willing to show his weaknesses, but he would gladly share his strengths and dealings to show how well sacrificing for the things you want was the greatest thing of all. “What about you?” He asks pushing his muzzles softly against her necks. “What is a little secret about you?”

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Valdis]