January 25, 2023, 02:43 PM
Alduin’s fiery gaze settles into something much more deadpan as the other man finds amusement in the insult he threw. Only then, does Ithax brush a muscled shoulder against his own. Alduin drops his gaze and rolls his eyes as he allows the man to do so. A type of apology the hellhound sees it to be…he’s reluctant to accept just because he’s petty enough, but does so anyhow.
Yet, without as much condescending humor, Ithax mentions the red woman once more. It makes Alduin hum in contemplation, a deep, short, rumbling sound deep within his chest.
“We know nothing of them it seems. Perhaps it will wait until time permits.” He follows. “I have more important things to find.”
The artifacts. That’s what he has to find.
Yet, without as much condescending humor, Ithax mentions the red woman once more. It makes Alduin hum in contemplation, a deep, short, rumbling sound deep within his chest.
“We know nothing of them it seems. Perhaps it will wait until time permits.” He follows. “I have more important things to find.”
The artifacts. That’s what he has to find.
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RE: Cruel - by Alduin - January 25, 2023, 02:43 PM