Sinner;

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

The hellhound’s glowing gaze remains plastered to her blue eyes that look back at him. A smile spreads across her lips—a sign of hope and forgiveness perhaps. He cannot help himself to look at her further as she stands there before him. It has been months. A lifetime ago since he has seen her. @[Valdis]' unique beauty catches him again just as it did the first day they met. He is caught in the gleam of her blue eyes, the soft curve that her lips make whenever she smiles, and the way the golden strands of her hair falls over her face at times. The memory felt a lifetime ago, but in this moment, he feels like he is reliving it. The memory did not go like this though. Their hearts craved the world, their eyes gleamed with adventure, and underneath the flesh and bone their souls connected. A connection for the first time together that created something beautiful and disastrous. Now they stand here, a distance from each other, where once they had been glued together for hours, lost in each other. Her voice, only a whisper, draws him in. The first word on her lips is his name. It still sounded sweet coming from her. Every time it did. Not even Mary could say his name and make him feel something more when Valdis did. It’s now, when he finally becomes alert, that his nose detects the different smells that cling to her. They are assorted and mixed into the mess that her sweet scent cloaks. He recognizes one of the scents instantly, the wasteland that Pangea is heavily imprinted with. It makes him think of home and his parents—a time where things had been simpler. Then there are two others, two males. One smells of something new (it reminds him of Dracarys, the sweet smell of a newborn foal) and then the other is harsher and prudent. His nostrils flare in distaste at the latter. Her voice comes again. A simple comment, and he chuckles softly at it. “It has been long,” he simply says. Words were hard to find right now. Once it had been so easy to unfold into her. Talking to her had never been this hard until now. But she breaks the silence, thankfully. The black wolf’s ear flicker at the name she says. Erio. Our son. He thinks with silent excitement at the way Valdis tone said their son’s name, but her head falls and her voice becomes quiet again. A flash of concern touches his harden features. Quickly, he conceals them, pulling the mask that he is familiar wearing. “He is like you,” she says what feels like a punch in the gut almost. Sinner doesn’t hold onto it though. He does not hold onto things that will make him weak. “He is only a boy,” he says, managing somehow to find his voice among the silent tension that stands between them. “He will find a way to make his weaknesses into strengths.” But these words were not ones that he ever truly speaks about his children. Most of his children will simply find their own way, but with Valdis it was different. With Dracarys he showed more attention to, and with Erio—Well, it would have been the same if things had happened differently. He sighs softly at the mention of heir. “There is nothing left for him to be an heir of.” There is no emotion in his words. As if the entire piece of Sylva in his life had been many decades ago. “Sylva is no more,” the same tone is spoken again. There was only the hunt now—it was all he needed. But then there was her. Valdis.

Sinner

the fallen king

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