[mature] hunt or be hunted; mary

[Sinner]

there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted

It was easy for him to disregard the feelings of others. Everyone else was simply a tool for him to use. He collected the more valuable ones, making them one of his little game pieces to eventually be played. Yet, Mary was another story. For some reason, he could not shake their last encounter. The conversation played over and over in his head. She had seemed to disappear from Sylva all together, or maybe he just wasn’t truly willing to admit what he had said was wrong and avoided her all together. The hellhound does not regard others so easily. There are only two others he has come to respect since he stared to forge his own path—Mary and Valdis. If anything, it was the first time he felt a blade pierce his caged heart. It felt strange and unnatural to feel emotions that catered towards hurting another. Sinner mauls over it occasionally. It is only hunting that quiets down his racing thoughts and bursting emotions of empathy. An emotion he wishes to get rid of, but it seemed burying it all together would never do. So, he occupies his time with what he knows best—what he was created to do. Destroy. He can feel the adrenaline rushing in his blood. The blood is pumped through his arteries and rushed through his veins. It ignites his heart on fire as he answers the call of ancestral instincts. The mild weather in autumn brought larger creatures out into the open as breeding came. But some lingered within the autumn woods. Some major and minor prey, but it was the major prey, like deer, that he favored most. Sylva had recently been blessed with a few that passed through, so when the scent of large prey lingers in the autumn wind his eyes widen. The hellhound’s mouth fills with salvia, already tasting the delicious flavors of flesh and bone. His pace quickens, but every step is precise and directed with determination to find the source of the scent that lingers so close by. Sinner twists and turns around the trees that spread throughout the autumn kingdom. He lurks around the boulder, chasing the scent that beckons him to come. There is no denying the scent that fills him with lust. Sinner could truly never deny the instinct to hunt. The scent becomes unbearable eventually. Filling him with even more uncontrollable urges to devour the source of warm flesh. Saliva drips from his jaws. A howl escapes through his throat, as he comes around one of the large boulders with a speed not like no other. As he rounds the boulder, his eyes quickly catch ahold of the silhouette and the scent that heavily clings to it. “MARY!” He scowls quickly. The autumn king skids forward as he pulls himself to a complete stop. His glowing eyes flicker with deep emotion, but he quickly conceals the rush of emotion that briefly show. “What are you doing?” he asks boldly as he tries to pull himself together. He licks his lips, wiping the dripping salvia from his lips.

Sinner

the king of sylva

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@[Mary]