Blackwater Islands trickster

The hellhound would be on one of the other main islands — the one where most of them stay. He doesn’t know the name for this island, or any of the others, but he is content to stick to one when he’s not exploring the others.

Tonight the sky is clear, spotted with flickering stars and planets. The moon paints a sickly blue light onto the ground, tainting his silvery pelt iridescent and abstract. He knows not of the listener’s plans this night but he would soon find out. Sooner rather than later, for he sees her lithe form appear from the shadows (how very shadow of her). She would beckon him and he would go silently and without question. He does wonder where she takes him though, especially as they hit the coast and paddle through the tides to another nearby island. One he hasn’t been on yet.

When paws hit the sand on the other side, he notices the stark silence of it. It’s aura is mysterious — disturbingly quiet save for their twin footsteps and the occasional caw of ravens. While he keeps his head even with his back as he lumbers beside his shadow, his eyes roam in the the dark horizon, past trees and shrubs into the blackness of night. 

Eventually, they would come to a waterfall and his massive head would tilt up to view its greatness. Only she beckons him further. He allows his bloody eyes to meet her own before he’s following in behind her, allowing the water to soak his fur as he goes. 

When they’re deposited inside, Alduin’s eyes never stop their incessant looking. This way, that way — he takes in all the sights in muted awe. Quite nice this place. He can’t help but notice the Shadow’s distinct scent in here. This must be an important space to her and immediately he thinks of her alter — her skyrock. 

Soon he finds out he was right.