Blackfeather Woods [m] They’re looking for it

@Sayf <3
Forward dated maybe like 4-5 days?

The hellhound is finding life hard think think about recently. What with Banesteppe’s constant whispering a in his ear and all. Not to mention the fact that he hasn’t been hating the ghostly figures presence as much as he used to. That’s definitely new. It has him thinking about everything. His purpose here? Why? Why does he walk this earth?

To reap; my sweet, frustrated, cursed boy. Banesteppe had said when he asked him said question not long ago.

His answer only made him think more. He thinks about what he wants. What he is and isn’t doing while he wanders — something he’s been doing a lot lately. He’s met many interesting strangers on those recent travels. They caught his eye and his interest. 

Will he ever meet them again? He will never know. 

Only that thought — and thoughts of the others he met — have his mind wandering just as frequently as his feet do. He desires death. It’s pleasurable to him. He wants it more than ever — both his own and others. Yet, there are other things he desires too — musings not as frequent as the ones regarding his duty of reaping, but they are of similar stature.

One specific thought comes to mind. Or maybe a specific person…

That grey and red coy wolf thing — Sayf? Was that his name? 

He had floated around Alduin’s mind in both good and bad ways since their heated tangling. Yet, all of a sudden — in the absence of death — he finds himself wanting a different type of pleasure.

So his feet don’t aimlessly wander this time. No, they take him somewhere more specific. The lake — the one he almost drowned at. He moves farther this time. Towards the place he remembered the man gesturing to. 

He moves in the dead of night. He finds himself hating the light nowadays— it sickens him; makes his pupils shrink painfully and his head hurt. He has not seen the light of day in some weeks now and he prefers to keep it that way.