sinner;

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

He does not miss the way her confession is spilled. The girl’s words are held on tightly, because he just knows how precious these words might be. A reminder that a princess truly would never stray far from her own kingdom and family. His own father had a similar relation with his birth home and family. It had become his father’s own downfall in the end. A piece of humanity he would never dwell in himself, he promised. But Valdis words would become a tool one day, all the while it will lay with the other chest of weapons he has tucked away into the deep, shadowy crevices of his mind. Valdis turns away from such talks of family and home. The wolf watches as she turns to what she knows best, the tools that send him almost kneeling before her. Throwing his crown before her, to lay it at her feet was out of the question though. He would not throw what he has gained at the feet of a temptress. But he could see many others in the future be willing to do it just anything to get to be with someone like Valdis. The hellhound cannot wonder if she truly knows the power she has. The way she smiles at the right time and touches him at the correct moment when he pulls away. It only reveals to him that she is learning step by step of what she has, this invisible chain around him. He isn’t sure how he has gotten lost in the moment of it all. It is blurry and dangerous, but all the while it excites him, and he was nothing but more of it. Her reaction is not what he expected. But neither is the way she has a hold onto him. The girl finally let herself slip into his presence just a little closure now. He takes a step in her direction to, closing in the space that remains. The grin fades away from the lips that lure and seduce him. He watches are her arrogance shows, matching her words exactly. A smirk grows quickly across his dark-stained lips. Sinner cannot help but laugh softly. “You are truly something else,” he says after his laugh subsides. Valdis finally steps in, folding into him, and giving him what he had wanted. “I don’t think a little princess would be that fearful of the big, bad queen,” he says playfully. Her body is warm and sets his own on fire. His mind wanders quickly to darker and unspeakable things. But how can a man help himself when someone such as Valdis was right on them? The autumn king might have had his fill with Mary, but it was nothing compared to what he desired with Valdis. Time was too long. Sinner grew inpatient for the way she has hold him back, neglecting him for what he deserves. What is rightfully his to have. Her games are getting better. The cards she holds are played too easily at the right time. A game he has more experience with—so he thinks—and will not let her have it entirely. “You will have whatever you want,” he says finally, feeling his lust finally set in and enjoy the comfort of her warmth and touch. So long as I deem it, he thinks because he will not let her have anything without his approval. He will be the one to give it to her. Only him will she want. The bay stallion’s muzzle traces only her figure. Every part of her was his to mark, claiming each and every piece that made her who she was physically. He would have it all. Make it all his. He smiles through lustful eyes and a grin that obviously gives away he is enjoying this moment. “Then Sylva can wait a little longer,” he says with a deep laugh filled with pleasure. Sinner tags lightly on her metallic gold mane. He would make it wait forever if he must to enjoy this moment as long as he could.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Valdis]