Blackwater Islands Don’t you want some more

Set on Ursal around 10 pm. Really wanted a thread with @Morgana but others are def down to snag too ;)

The hellhound is becoming acquainted with he islands. He hasn’t explored all of them yet, but he’s pushing himself to do that too. It helps mediate the fury that scorches the depths of his mind. Pushing himself to explore so much his muscles ache from fatigue distracts his busy mind. Distracts him temporarily from his mission. It distracts him from the odd aura this place holds. It distracts him from the ghostly hand that constantly runs fingers through ashen fur.

So he stands at the base of a towering mountain — steep and treacherous — and he plans on climbing it.

So he does. Starting at the base it’s not too bad, but the higher he gets the more dangerous the walkways are — the longer it is to fall. His muscles flex and strain against the effort, bulking and contracting as he jumps to ledges, pulls himself up, and struggles to balance. His maw hangs open, panting and drooling at his effort. Bloody eyes trained on his next step. He doesn’t look down once. 

His physical prowess is impeccable and because of this he gets to the top. It takes him a while, but he does it and his mind is blissfully blank. The moon shines a sickly blue light over jagged rocks, painting his striking pelt. The hellhound’s shadow casts long and ridged, curling over edges and falling off cliffs. There he stands, like god himself, at the top of the world. Muscles still strain as he concentrates on the rock he balances on. 

His eyes gaze up to the moon, then down to find a dark abyss. It’s maw opening up to swallow any who lose their footing to fate. It looks hungry — alive. He has the impulsive thought to jump into it. Ending his mission early wouldn’t do though. Both he and his brother know that.