Thank god the snows are thawing

ooc: Not sure how Magnus can tell that Sin "hates" everything...I am sure it would be hard to tell with one simple line of words.

Sin Armada

The devil's son would not be kept waiting very long as the male turned to face him. His response amused him, obviously he knew not who he was talking to. For Sin was the reaper. And none were better. Nobody else was able to claim that title. To do so would be a Sin to themselves, posing and becoming the wannabe bastards they truly were. But not Sin. He was no wannabe, no poser, no one who faked. He was the real deal, and none could match him if they tried. He remained in his place as the male stepped out of the water to stand before him. He smelled of pack, but not one that Sin was familiar with. Even so, he cared not who stood in front of him. Pack or not, he would not change his sense of "kindness" for one he did not know. He withheld his name for the time being, as the question from the brute flowed from him as well. Sin would note the look in the males blue eyes. A grin beginning to spread across his own, he was sure that this would indeed be an interesting encounter. "Magnus...I will do well to remember that name." He responded, amber eyes looking him over. He didn't seem all that strong, but Sin was not surprised. He hardly came across those that looked it, and when they pretended to be was amusing as they knew they were no match. "I've come for a little...amusement. And it would seem that today, you are the source that will do so. Tell me, which pack do you reside in?"