The Heartwood Desolation

Sorryyyyy I’ve been battling with my muse and I def lost T^T I hope you’re okay with continuing this thread <3

Oh yes, the Revenant is a threat. He is death himself. The hellhound-pet of a ghostly demon forever damned to suffer, so why shouldn’t he make others suffer just as much as he?

No worries, he will…

But this man, with fiery red eyes just like his own — just like his Harbinger’s — is inquiring about his quest. His quest for what you say?

Power. 

But no, no, no, not the physical kind. Not the kind one would except with a pack full of managing teeth that are always ready to tear; a different kind.

Alduin huffs out a laugh — dark menacing, rumbling, and rasping. “Power of course.” He answers. “A quest for power…” He repeats uselessly. “But not in a physical sense.”

He tilts his head, eyes the honey colored man with dark, casual eyes, half-lidded and relaxed. “We chase ghosts here — myths and relics. If you do share the same goal, then the forsaken is not for you, stranger.” 

It is the harsh truth, but he does not display it as harsh as one would think. His rasping voice makes him sound devilish, gruff, but he cannot speak any other way. If this man wants a place in The Forsaken, then he must want what they want. There are exceptions, of course, but those must be earned.