| The destruction that came with the plague brought chaos and confusion. Many fled their homes for the safety of keeping away from the sickness. Many would lose themselves within the chaos and lose the ones they loved. Their homes would be abandoned and left to those that challenged the disease that spread like wildfire to claim it for their own, while those who left their homes would find safety within the new lands. Within the chaos of the plague, came opportunity. He did not waste a moment in finding his way towards snatching the crown of the autumn forest. While death of the passing king, Arthas, brought him what he had patiently waited for, it was something to be celebrated. The kingship had always been his when Loess decided to expand their reach across Beqanna, but it would never truly be theirs. Sylva was not for the weak-minded. It was for the monsters that roamed Beqanna—the evil that swept across the land. The black hound is not commended to the disease that the plague spreads across Beqanna. He is part of the chaos that brought the epidemic—a catalyst in the destruction. Many had played their own parts to bring the outbreak though. Some may feel guilty for what they have done, but he does not feel one ounce of guilt for the sins he has made. He is a sinner after all. Sinner is what they, the demons from hell, have called him. Leaving the autumn forest is something he might have done when seeking the thrill of the hunt, but the crown brought on more responsibilities. It was a price that must be paid to grow a thriving kingdom. Sinner was not careless with the things he wanted, and he ensured the effort would be put into place to get what he wanted. He always got what he wanted in the end. The field calls the dark beast forward from the dark shadows of the forest. He prowls forward in his hellhound form. Hollowed eyes flicker across the open-wide field. It is rather empty, but he does not except it to be filled with life as the plague consumes the entire land of Beqanna. However, a familiar face graces the field this day. Sinner does not hold himself back from approaching the smoky black mare. He remembers clearly the day they met at the river. The day she had been a sad for losing a friend, but the concept of grieving for someone or even caring for someone is still entirely foreign to the hellhound. “Hello,” he greets warmly as any dark creature could. He carefully stops himself in a comfortable distance from the mare. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.” But neither did many of his victims think they would ever see him again. Sinner licks his lips lightly before proceeding. “Let alone out here. Are you not afraid of the plague?” Everyone seemed to feel uncomfortable with the disease that spread, but he is simply enjoying the haunting silence it has brought all across of Beqanna. |
| angels banished from heaven have no choice but to become devils |
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Most likely always in his hellhound form