Falls of the Hinterlands It's the last midnight

"How can I leave you if we're both already dead?"

With this comment, the agouti man's frame stiffens, eyes dead locked on the dark form ahead.

We're already dead.

Yes, that's it. The reason he was looking for. His excuse to be gone from existence. He was already dead, so how could they find him? How could they ever hurt him again.

They couldn't.

It was then a devious grin, filled to the brim with hatred, cunning, and malice took over his once angered expression. Just like that, his soul lit afire. The spirit that once wilted was now reborn. But then, Arashi was still 6 feet down, buried beneath the earth and left to rot. No one would ever that withered corpse. No one.

Once at a distance, he had means to close it. 

Closer and closer, his feet swept him towards the shadow before him. He stopped only when their muzzles nearly touched one another.

You say that we will change, together. But haven't we already? They'd put behind their weak, worthless selves; together, replaced into the forsaken souls they were fated to be. What more changing did they need. Now, there is only room to grow. Grow and conquer that which none else have the power to do. Only we do.

His gaze was fruitful and famished, hungrily lurking for that same ignition in Alduin's own expression. He needed to feel it, from both of them. To feel that desire burning within. To know that they were together in this and would never be split apart.