Hushed Willows Will you bleed me out?

She watches him the entire way over. That’s fine, he would definitely be suspicious of himself too — if he weren’t himself of course. Still, she hardly seems to have a problem with it because she’s wiggling her body and making soft yipping sounds. He takes them in — she’s not threatening at all, but he’s surprised by her almost naive attitude towards such a brute as him. 

And when he nips her, she’s bowing her soft, elegant body into a play bow which makes Alduin do a double take. He follows the line of her from her eyes to her wagging tail and one of his brows cock in surprise. She’s trying to play with him? Does he look cute or something to her? He’s supposed to be intimidating. Obviously she couldn’t care less even if his first intentions were to kill her.

Still, she plays! She even jolts forward to nip him and dance away with mirth. He doesn’t flinch as she does it and he follows her with his eyes and head as she goes. He will admit that he doesn’t quite know what to do. He’s never met a stranger that doesn’t find him intimidating or a threat in some time. He doesn’t usually play, he trains — trains to kill and maim. Sure he’s been know be in a decent mood and tease whoever he’s sparing with, but it’s not quite the same here. He has intent there in training. Here…there is no goal.

But perhaps he could indulge, maybe for a bit.

So just as wordlessly as she, he turns to face her. A light air of amusement catching in his usually emotionless eyes. He widens his stance, bloody orbs zeroing in on her, and tilts his chin up in challenge. Obviously not a serious challenge, but her type of challenge.

He would bound towards her, swooping past her and biting at her hocks and tail. Even trying to get a good tug on the plume of the appendage. Nothing too hard of course. A playful growl rumbles in his throat as he goes and he’s spinning back to face her afterwards.