Ankyra Sound Everyone who sees you falls in love

Set sometime around midnight. Alduin’s looking for some trouble ;) 
Anyone can feel free to come meet a grumpy, edgy boi 

Alduin moves to the edge of the island — one of few. The moonlight reflects off of a silvery, course pelt, his muscles bunch up and relax as he walks languidly on the beach — a fire burns in his veins. His fur curls and waves because of the salty ocean water he seems to be constantly swimming through. All for good reason. The scent washes Blackwater from his pelt, it washes his pack mates off of his pelt. No one would know unless he disclosed said information. 

Tonight though, an acute bloodlust has a hold of him. Banesteppe’s presence is heavy on his right and urges him to find something or someone to sink his teeth into. So he does. 

With heavy paws sinking into the sand, head level with massive shoulders and a straight back he steps into the frigid, calming waves. He doesn’t even shudder, he’s done it many times by now. He descends into the darkness of water, head peaking out to paddle across the way towards Ankyra Sound.

When he gets to the other side he appears like a leviathan slithering from the abyss that is the ocean. It appears black in the low light and the hellhounds dark, brindled fur and bloody, red eyes don’t help. He rises from the deep and sloshes heavy limbs through the shallow tide. His coat is soaked through and clinging to him, showing the true extent of his bulk. Massive, deadly, and terrifying. He laps a deep purple tongue over scarred lips and sniffs at the ground and air, form hunched over the same way he left he moves forward once more. 

Searching, searching, searching. For what? He doesn’t know.