Neverwinter Forest And it comes from the way you speak

Set around 20:00, clear skies, slight breeze.
For @Atka <3

Moving along an endless path of wandering, the hellhound finds a new way of life — a new place to slink around and call home. But this place? This forest? No, this is not it. Perhaps he will never find it, but his intuition tells him he’ll know when he gets there and yet, here he is. He’s walking a path to insanity and Banesteppe says he will only get worse. 

Embrace it, Alduin. It will make you strong — invincible. Undefeatable. 

Killable only when Banesteppe deems him worthy to leave this earth. 

So Alduin accepts it. He finally accepts it. Accepts Banesteppe and his manipulative words. The insanity that comes with it. All of it. 

Tulok will understand someday. Someday, he might even accept the hellhounds own sanity the way Alduin accepted Banesteppe’s. He went down kicking and screaming though and look at where he still ended up. 

At the end of a ghostly man’s leash — at his beck and call — meant to obey every order. 

He will do as he says and maybe then, he will be unkillable — immortal. 

A god.