Blackwater Islands You slide on top

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A sacrifice for @The Listener! Anyone else in BW is welcome to watch, but Al will chomp on anyone who tries to join in on the killing :’> I sorry <3
Also being kinda vague on the islands and where the Listener is rn, cause he’s just kinda gonna find her/follow her scent lol

The struggle to get to the beach of one of the many islands was hell all on its own for the both of them. They nearly drowned twice and they’re both bleeding, Xynos more severely than Alduin, but still. The hellhound’s adrenaline is still kicking despite the ache in his muscles and the salty sting of his wounds. 

But Nyra had come from the shadows like a spirit of the wind. It was then he knew she had seen his fight with their former pack mate. He knew he made her proud. And somewhere deep in his dark soul that makes him feel good (well as good as he can feel in the moment). It’s with her help that he truly made it across as she assisted in the deep weight of the man he’s almost killed. 

When they hit the sand Alduin hardly gets them out of the shallows before he drops him carelessly on the wet sands and heaving for breath. Tongue falling wide and panting from his jaws as he drops both drool and blood onto the sand. His ribs heave and his lungs struggle to bring in air. He stays like that for some time, growling lowly to himself as he looks down to the other. His eyes seem far away but he’s definitely still there, shivering and rattling air through his own beaten lungs. He’s losing blood fast, Alduin must be getting on his way. He would allow Nyra to follow, but not to help any further. This is his sacrifice and he will own it to the fullest extent.

So he drops a massive head to grab the loose skin of his nape and begin dragging him further into the island. The journey is long and arduous. Dropping the half dead man just to attempt to pick up his Shadow’s scent only to barely be able to smell it because of his broken and bloody nose. It makes him snarl up his lips and rumble deep in his chest as fury strikes his body like lightning. Anger fuels his body now, especially as he snatches him back up and moves forth once more.

It has to be thirty minutes before he picks up a good scent (or as good as he can get) and another ten before he finally has the witch in his sights. Once he sees her he doesn’t stop. Surely she’d smell the blood and see him a fair ways away as he drags the half limp form of their former pack mate towards her, leaving a trail of both of their blood in his wake.

He would lock eyes with her and drop him at her paws, chest heaving and tongue falling from his mouth in a pant. Face all bloodied up and that beautiful wine red covering it. The man’s throat and nape is also covered in it and it shines wetly in the dim moonlight. Xynos’ foot is missing and still left behind on that beach, but to Alduin it’s a job well done and a battle well fought. 

He would lower his head even with his shoulders and gesture to the man she should recognize. Rasping a dark, bloody tongue over his nose and cut up lips he would speak only a few words,

“A sacrifice, my Shadow. And a betrayal. He tried escaping.” He rumbles in his gravelly tone down to her. Voice rough from the last hours events and disuse.