sinner;

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

The hunt. It had consumed every part of him. Controlling his every mind’s thought and heart’s desire. A voice whispering and haunting him to do only commit acts of chaos and massacre. He let himself go. Allowing the hunt to consume him. Forgetting every experience and thought of every being part of the modern world. It was unnatural for him. Following the rules of a society that was bounded by boundaries. He was not bounded by the rules of a modern world, but what nature had made him and intended for him. A monster is what nature had made him. A killer is what nature had intended for him. The hound only knows these. A hungry that is never fully satisfied, just as his hungry for the crown was never satisfied. He reached to far, but he did not entirely lose it all. He found himself in a place where he truly belongs. The simplicity of nature. The prey and hunter. The black wolf remembers her. A scent of sweetness and hunger. It was a dangerous game—the pendulum of their love and desire constantly swinging back and forth. Their pendulum of doom. She comes and finds him in the shadows. Exposing herself to a monster, like a meal on a silver platter, that hungers for nothing but blood and bone. Naturally, his hunger tells him to consume her. To lavish every part of her body, to taste the sweetness of her scent on his tongue. But he does not. His heart knows more than not to. A fickle thing his heart is. She was and still is his weakness—his downfall to all. “Valdis,” he coos softly in the dark of the night. The moonlight lights her up, exposing the finer parts of her physique he loved most. The curves and crevices he is so familiar with—their children an example of their desire for each other. The black hound steps into moonlight, shifting into his bay equine form (a rare body he wears nowadays). She comes closer, falling into the curve of his shoulder. Without thought, he pulls her in. Drawn by the scent that clings heavily on her—the scent of her he missed so much. “I will always hold you no matter what,” he whispers softly in return.

Sinner

the hound

@[Valdis]