Blackwater Islands our love is like water

Alduin watches as chaos unfolds in front of him. Singing begins, but Alduin’s muzzle is clamped tight. The ever present figure of Banesteppe moves next to him, resting an odd hand to his nape and smoothing it down his spine and ribs. Alduin doesn’t move an inch. That is until he’s told to eat one of the berries. 

He eyes it with dark wonder and watches as the others do as they’re told. He reluctantly moves forth and gathers one onto his palette. He’s gentle with it, swallowing it in one gulp — no chewing. He doesn’t want whatever effects the berry will bestow upon him to take over that quickly. 

Despite his internal questioning to the faith shown, he keeps silent and participates. Waits along with the others and watches intently as the listener gathers coppery blood into her maw from their sacrifice. Wine red eyes follows her dark form as she elegantly drapes blood over everyone’s muzzles. Only when she gets to him he doesn’t let his skepticism show. Not that he doubts her — he doesn’t — he’s always cautious though. His upbringing has resulted in both making him reckless and making him more cautious. He firmly believes he cannot die now though. Unless it’s by Banesteppe’s hand of course. 

So he lowers his head and allows the blood to be smeared over his face. Eyes never leaving her form he watches as she moves onto the next. His eyes wander to the others — Morgana left, excusing herself oddly. And that tall eared wolf is gone too, he’d watched him slink out of the area just out of his peripheral. He scoffs internally. There’s no room for the weak in this world.

All of a sudden they’re being summoned and everyone’s running. Alduin doesn’t strain to keep up, he gallops alongside everyone. Bloody orbs stuck on their sacrifice, bleeding across the sands and forests. Bleeding for the listener and her unnamed god. How interesting. He wonders if he’d be bleeding for her too. 

Only a few seconds later they make it to a cliff, and without hesitation, their sacrifice leaps off and into the churning, wild waves of the ocean. Alduin’s head tilts a pinch as he watches the listener go off right after her. Her dark form disappears from his sight and he merely stands there. Breathing heavy from the run he laps a dark tongue over his bloody muzzle. He doesn’t even satisfy his burning curiosity to gaze over the edge. He only accepts. If she’s gone. Then she’s gone. It’s that simple.