Firestone Hot Springs That’s a fundamental mistake

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Alduin is entranced in a suspiciously curious type of way. Though, he does not know who or what this apparition might be, he approaches nonetheless. He has no fear with death and this is no different. Perhaps if he’s not careful she would lead him to it. 

Though his sickness suggests that she isn’t real, his logical mind suggests she is. She seems too solid, even through the fog. Her fur is too detailed and full. Yet the otherworldly way she stares back at him makes the hellhound question his sanity. The way she stares at him with heated interest and allows her pale eyes to rake over his body. Clearly there’s something she likes and Alduin would be lying if he also was y slightly captivated by her own ethereal beauty.

It seems she’s testing him though — dipping her toe in the waters to see how he’ll react. Especially as her full, curled tail waves on her hips. Unknowingly, he does exactly what she hopes. Dead crimson eyes flick back to the curled appendage as it flows elegantly over her hips, red orbs watch it for a few seconds too. He has not met someone with a tail like that that isn’t related to him. It makes him even more curious as to who she might be.

Only then, she’s tilting her head and moving closer. His eyes follow each and every one of her movements. He stares at her as she approaches. Her head tilts again  and when she is close enough to touch, she does. Nosing along the thick fur of his neck has Alduin lifting his head and tucking his chin closer to his chest to watch her. And only a second later, it seems his stillness bodes acceptance. She’s pressing herself agaisnt him, slinking a snowy pelt over his own brindled ash. 

She doesn’t feel like an apparition. 

The humming begins once more and spotted ears swivel atop his crown as she slithers along his chest and side. A head tilts, crimson eyes start at the thick fur at her nape, trail down her spine and hips, only to end on her curled tail. Shamelessly, he dips his eyes lower a second after.

“Who are you?” He asks in that rasping, smokey voice of his. “And what do you want?” His tone isn’t biting, but it’s as gruff as it usually is, perhaps she’ll think it’s off putting — unless she doesn’t.