Blackbeak Bluff It’s a hit and run

Alduin stands still and listens to Nyra. He notices how her eyes harden and the words that spill from her mouth become unsavory. He doesn’t know the whole story, he remembers leaving, but he never knew why they did. He still doesn’t really know and he was too young to have a say. Of course he never wanted to leave the canyon. He never wanted to leave his pack. He never wanted to leave @Thyme.

But now that he’s back, he’s back with the lust for blood. No matter if Alduin ends up dying, he’s here for vengeance that is not his own. 

A tool. That’s what he and his brother have become.

So as Nyra brings him up to speed on things he has to admit that he’s fairly surprised to hear about everything that’s changed. The saints are no longer and some fucking pack has taken the canyon as their home. That alone strikes rage. His brows pinch instantly at hearing it. He does know about the death of the Raven queen, but he was not informed of the betrayal. Which also ticks him off. 

So Alduin hums low in his throat, head level with his shoulders as he watches her. The cursed one stares back at her with a deathly gaze, all seriousness and promise.

“Then it looks like I’m here to slaughter them for their wrongdoings.” A soft pause ensues. “All of them.”