Trouble With Sin

*Sin* · 11-20-2013, 01:08 AM

Sin Armada

A low growl rose within the pits of the devils chest when he scented the approach of another. His nose wrinkling when the scent of infectious rot mingled with it. An injured wolf perhaps? Sentenced without medical help? How perfect. Rising on pallid legs, he came to see the form of a much older wolf. A male, scarred and seemingly lost. Lips curled into an infectious smiles as the strenger caught sight of him and greeted the younger boy. "Hello stranger."

Sliding off the log and onto the murky ground below, he grinned towards the male as he looked him over. Many snide comments were at the tip of his tongue, though he kept them to himself...for now. "You seem lost, old one. Is this not familiar territory for you? You should watch where you tread in unfamiliar grounds." he chided. He stood tall before the stranger, tail tip wavering just above ground level. What was this stranger doing here? Better yet, what had he done to lose his eye? Curious was Sin, though pity was not in him. If only he could have been the one to take that eye...

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