Felltree Marsh the reds are coming

Sry for the long wait :’) I was partying it up in another city the last few days Lmao <3

The darker male comes to a stop, clearly recognizing Alduin’s presence and acknowledging him. Their eyes meet for a moment and Alduin realizes that his orbs are just as bloody as his own. A beautiful ruby — crimson like the life force that pumps through their mortal bodies. 

This strangers eyes drift though, seemingly taking in Alduin’s appearance. Alduin does the same to him, all while following his gaze. His eyes linger near his back half and Alduin suspects it’s his curled tail that he stares at for so long. He gets many wild looks due to his appearance but he’s very much used to it at this point.

Eventually, eye contact is made once more and Alduin never looks away. Shameless in his dominant nature, but also catching on that the two strangers have an unspoken understanding. Their body postures are neutral and perhaps that’s because Alduin is in a decent mood today (which never usually happens). What with his constant lack of sleep and the spirit knocking at the door of his crumbling mind 24/7, his mood is usually poor.

The silence is broken with one word in a deep baritone — yes?

The hellhound blinks once and squints his eyes some, wondering if he’s ever met this man before. His memory is wretched and he’s found he’s unable to remember many he came across in pup hood before he and his family vacated the Teekon. Ever since his return — ever since Banesteppe — his mind has been foggy at best and rotten at worst.

So Alduin would take a few cautious steps forward, almost close enough to touch, if the other lets him of course. Though if he were to move Alduin would not proceed closer. His massive head stretches out towards him, once again, even with his shoulders. Nostrils flare as he takes in his scent, allowing him to get more familiar and gauge whether or not he might know this man. A quick mental synopsis finds that he obviously has no memory of him. 

So he tilts his head a touch. “Have we met before?” He asks in that deep, rasping voice of his. He would back away some, making a show of looking down the strong line of the dark male’s body. “There is a familiarity to you…” He hums as if he is deep in thought, brows furrowed with the intensity of searching his nonexistent memories.