Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

Whereas the other was taught to please, Alduin never became the kind of man to bend down to another’s will. Unless it benefits him of course, and even then, half of the time he’s too stubborn and prideful to even do that much. That is why he was able to live in Blackwater. He only held allegiance to one person — the listener — even despite there being others in the pack above him. 

Not only that, but the hellhound does not respect anyone unless they’ve proven they’re worthy of such. It’s a cruel world and Alduin exists to take those out who are too weak to live in it. It’s simple really.

But this man, Dreven, does not seem weak in the slightest. It looks like he has fought for his place in this life and Alduin respects that, but he will not base his opinion on the man in such a way. No, he must prove himself just like everyone else.

He can’t be that bad though, it seems the man has manners at least. That’s more than the hellhound can say for himself. He allows the brindled beast to eat first, and while he rips sinew and tendons, he mentions that he has no home. 

Perfect. 

After those words are spoken, Alduin flicks bloody pools for eyes up to meet the others own before swallowing the chunk of flesh he hardly chewed. Lifting a massive head, he watches him silently for a few seconds.

“Would you say you’ve been…” A soft pause sounds between them as the hellhound gazes towards the other man emotionlessly. “forsaken?” He inquires in a rasping hum and a touch of a rising brow for added humor. 

“If so, I may have the place for you…”