Felltree Marsh black bridge

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With his head in the game, Alduin drives forth like a bat out of hell. Once he starts, it’s likely he won’t stop. Even as he drives her closer to a tree with his incessant snapping at her limbs. He gets her a few times, but it seems to do little to slow her. Her prowess in battle is impressive and it lights a fire in his belly to continue it.

Except, he’s not playing anymore.

Especially when she finds herself cornered by the tree and snaps teeth at his face dangerously— a distraction to drive him back. Her teeth slice into his muzzle, adding another scar to his young visage as blood pours from it. His upper lip has been split and he lumbers closer to her while flicking out a deep, purple tongue to lap up his own blood and test the damage she dealt.

The hellhound growls low in his throat and a second later his lips are pulling back over bloodied teeth to go after her once more. Kicking up dirt as he goes, he jukes left but ultimately ends up moving to the right. Where he would try his damndest to snatch up her scruff in his jaws. 

He wants to see that pretty, silver fur turn red.

So he clench and unclench his jaws around her fur and skin, adding more puncture wounds by doing so (a trick his father taught him). He would attempt to shake ge in his grasp, but he knows lingering near her this long would result in her own attack hitting him easily. No matter though, what’s another wound?