there is but one rule
hunt or be hunted
hunt or be hunted
Winter fell away. Spring came forward, bursting with life through the bitter cold. Giving promise to a new beginning. A beginning of life. The hellhound new any day now he would expect Mary to give birth to their child. He had remained content about the coming birth of their foal. Their child would find life easily within this world. It would not be a life of pleasures handed happily over or stories that children hear of princes and princesses. No, their child would be prepared and equipped to face the world head on. Just as both Mary and Sinner have found their place in the world. His children would not suffer under the control of another, but find themselves with skills to rise above everyone else. The idea of fatherhood has changed him a bit. Sinner does not push away the responsibility that will come from his firstborn foal, but the thrill and opportunities it will bring him. It was simply another way from him to grow stronger. But cherishing a family? Was that even possible for him? Could he love his children as his mother loved him? These thoughts cross his mind, but the devil never truly could come to love. He was neither his father or mother in fact. Sinner was entirely different from what hell had promised him to be. The hour of the wolf finds not just him up. Distance footfalls flicker his furry ear in the direction he hears faint hooves on the forest floor. He raises his wet snout into the air. Taking a deep inhale in the familiar scent of Mary. But there is another. His red-yellow glowing eyes turn towards the direction Mary appears. The dark wolf wears his usually stoic expression. Mary is quick to greet him with a question. She steps away, revealing a brown and red frosted pup. Identical to the way he had come into this world as an omen. Sinner takes a step forward, his stoic expression fades away. He is intrigued. Mary speaks again, telling him their daughter’s new name. “Sabrina,” he says softly. He tastes the name, finding victory with every syllable. “She is wonderful.” He says turning to look towards Mary for a moment and then back to his child. Sabrina is everything and anything he has ever wanted in this moment. She is his future, his success, his opportunity. And for the first time, he feels a strong will to protect another with everything he can. |
Sinner
the king of sylva
@[Mary]
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Most likely always in his hellhound form