Blackwater Islands blur

The hellhound sees today like any other. Another day of wandering and killing anything he can get his teeth on. His hunger is insatiable — unmatched. It is one of the only things he thinks about. Banesteppe does not help these cravings — he encourages it. Has Alduin sinking his teeth into anything that has a pulse. He’s killing for sport at this point, he doesn’t eat over half the things he kills.

Again, today is no different— except it is.

There’s something different regarding his listener. Perhaps it’s because he hasn’t spoken to her recently. Still, he can’t quite put his finger on it and it shows in the way he squints his eyes at her as she practically purrs out her request. 

She wants him to hunt for her. 

Hunt what? Does it matter? He’d track down and kill whatever she wanted him to.

But first… She purrs. Just as smooth as her first words, yet still different. Her deep black fur shimmers in the light of the moon as she shifts herself against him. He doesn’t tense, rather he remains calm and cool. Even as the spots she brushes across become hot and burning — even as that spark of desire light in his chest. That type of desire hasn’t been entertained in quite some time. It used to be constant when he was around the shadow, yet nowadays, he seems too numb to feel anything. 

So Alduin would tilt his head in her direction. There’s a certain type of interest in his eyes. The desire for lust and death are the same in his eyes, so he peers down to her much smaller form.

“But first…?” He parrots slowly, voice almost teasing yet dry in his usual rumbling tone.