Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

The stare down continues even as Alduin’s low warning sounds out between them. It’s this moment Alduin takes in even more of the gigantic man. A man riddled with scars, a muscular build, and just as big as the hellhound himself. A worthy opponent — a deadly one too. The fight would be intense and bloody, he almost wants to test the other just to see what it’s like. 

It seems there will be no need though, perhaps unless the brindled beast starts it. Yet, when the other male speaks, 

You could try, but I don't kill as easily.

his gravelly voice throws out any thought that was circulating through his head. It’s deep, strong, and masculine — it demands attention and fortunately for him, Alduin may be willing to give him an ounce.

The man is even bold enough to gaze back towards him with a smirk lining those lips. Alduin’s eyes linger on it for a few seconds before flicking back up to eyes much like his own, but perhaps with a touch more life sprinkled within. 

I’m reply, the hellhound squints his eyes and lifts a pale, circular brow. “Oh? Shall we find out?” He practically purrs in that deep, smokey voice of his. “Or perhaps you’d like to share this meal together like civil men and find out later?” Now, these words come out with a touch of drab sarcasm. Though his tone might color him humored, his eyes remain dead and a handsome face remains stale and emotionless.