Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

I’m going to assume they introduce themselves to each other in their previously, unfinished hunting thread.

His reverence is doing one of the only things he knows how to do: pray. He’s quite good at it, for he’s been doing it for so, so many years. So much pain and suffering; discipline and the ever present feeling of being controlled, but he is not being controlled. Rather he does the controlling. 

Some say he’s a Saint, others the Devil, others just a regular man. Oh no, those who say he is a regular man are wrong, for he is nothing such. Yet today, he will pretend to be a regular man. Especially since he is being called upon by someone. The howl that rings out evenly throughout the land has his rounded ears cupping and swiveling. He doesn’t quite recognize that one, but he heads towards it anyhow. 

His head level with his shoulders as he pads to the one who beckons him to easily. Though upon arrival his horribly handsome face brightens with the realization that he knows who this is. The dark woman with the skull mask — the sinful. 

As he approaches, he tilts his pink lips upwards in a small, close mouthed smile. “Vanity.” He hums easily to her, confident in his firm approach to halt before her. “I see you seek my attention.” An upwards tilt of his head as he sinks down into a sitting position. “But why? To become acquainted with one another?”