Wolf RPG

Wind rushes past short, spotted auds as they’re pressed close to a dark furred nape. His muscles ache and his paws are raw, but he is nothing if not hard headed.

Especially right now, as he balances on a rock near the base of this enormous mountain. The rocks are a challenge to tread, but the hellhound knows no bounds and is not pushed away by fear. No, he could fall to his untimely death and be okay with that at any point, but for now, he has his sights set on a potential meal. 

The same meal that he’s been tracking an chasing for about twenty minutes now. He might even seem impressed by the small undulates decision to run straight for the Rocky Mountain the second he started the chase.

Perhaps the deer suspects a soon to be victory, but little do they know Alduin has little to no worries about death or injury. He’ll chase and chase until he’s caught the sinewy muscle of the hooved animal’s neck in his jaws. 

And so like this the hellhound will continue. Precariously balancing on rocks, claws digging in to gravelly surfaces and becoming dull all to call himself the victor in the game of life and death once more.

The weight of an oath is a heavy burden, her father preached. And you should always know to carry it.

Isolde wished, perhaps, that she would have been born in another life. Where the oaths she made sat heavy on her tongue instead of wrapped around her neck. Oath had taken to the spot as a way to continue to remind her of her oaths, not that she had anymore to be reminded of. All she owed was paid, or was rendered null and void at the subject’s hasty demise.

So, she was free. From the stinging pain of snake fangs impacting against her ear, from everything, for a time. Until she foolishly made another. The wraith moved silently, a ghost upon the sheer rock walls, eyes void and vacant as though she truly had died, and something else puppeteered her along. Like a dog on a leash.

Her pale eyes lifted at the sight of another. A deer, nimble in this area meant for ungulates, and below it, a large, brindled shape.

Without speaking a word, Isolde lowered her haunches to the ground and watched.