Blackfeather Woods [m] They’re looking for it

This forest did give off an eerie vibe in the night. The creaking of trees, the occasional whistle of the wind, and a rare howl of a miscellaneous woodland creature in the distance sound out. Yet, despite all of that, it feels suspiciously quiet, Alduin feels the unease too, but he does not fear the dark or what dwells within it. Be it a cougar or bear, or maybe even just a meager fox, he would bare his teeth and fight anyhow. 

For he is the darkness that dwells in the night and perhaps the feeling Sayf got was for a reason. Alduin prowls about, he might as well be as good as dead already. His future untold but easily predictable with his declining mental health. 

Alduin doesn’t think he will meet the small coyote boy though he had originally come this way to do just that. His mental state is not the best at the moment and he cannot guarantee the other man’s safety in the hellhounds presence. Especially with Banesteppe whispering in his torn ears. He might just feel spicy enough to do something he might regret tonight, but he knows that’s already going to happen. He searches for the coy to replay the same sins he’d committed last time. He regretted it back and then and he’s sure this time will be no different. 

Only, when he feels another presence, he immediately assumes it’s Banesteppe. He would be surprisingly wrong then, for he hears a soft bark — a noise that says look at me, I’m here. 

And he does.

With his large set head level with his shoulders, his head swivels in the direction of the sound. Small, thick auds cup forward, and those half-lidded, glowing red eyes lock onto the other male’s form. 

His posture almost seems excited, yet cautionary — as he should be. He even closes the distance between then with tell tale signals of submissiveness. This pleases the hellhound enough not to lash out and,  interestingly enough, he doesn’t find himself wanting to just yet. Rather the side of the other male lights a tantalizing fire in his belly. Ruby red eyes rake over his much smaller form blandly, but a spark of muted interest and heat could be found in the swirling depths of blood if one looks hard enough. 

He stops in front of the devil himself, Alduin not having moved an inch since he stopped to look at him. They’re silent. The air is tense even though Alduin is anything but. 

Finally, when it seems the coy has no room for words and Alduin find himself in the same boat, the statuesque hellhound moves. He slinks in a small half circle to face the smaller male and stalk towards him. Those devilish eyes never leaving the others own. They even drop to move over the rest of his lithe body. 

He walks straights towards him, but just barely veers off to the side to circle around him tightly. Their sides brush and Alduin even dips his head to run his nose and muzzle over Sayf’s hips before showing up on his other side. Alduin shamelessly presses their sides together as he leans down to settle those dangerous teeth beside the other large ear.

“Are you scared?” He rasps out in that devilish, bass heavy voice.

It’s not really that playful. It’s a legitimate question, maybe with a touch of dramatic flare and a pinch of dull want for some type of entertainment. Yet, despite everything — the numbing in his mind, the disassociation, the odd thoughts — he finds his arousal stirring steadily in his loins and belly. His heated and sudden fling with the Listener had not satisfied him even though he thought it would. He wanted her so badly after all and yet here he is. Perhaps Alduin craves a different kind of touch, one that doesn’t regard women of any kind.