Phantom Hollow They’re trying to find it in someone

The male his own smile to tilt his lips upward at Alduin’s dark laugh. The other steps up to the carcass, prepares to eat and even asks what is expected of him. He even seems to approve of the living space the brindled beast painted for him. Good. 

Alduin would lower his haunches to the ground, folding his legs into a sit, but he looks anything but regal. More gargoyle than anything — an omen — foreboding and dangerous, deranged and sick.

“To kill.” He answers back to what is expected of him. “You will be your own man, free to do as you desire. But with a few…” A dangerous, humorously contemplative pause. “stipulations.”

Another moment of silence passes and Alduin tilts his head to his company as red eyes gleam in the sickly light of the moon. “Perhaps even as my right hand.” He purrs.