Blackwater Islands I’ve got my contact high

Not long after his howl rings out is Alduin met with a giant man, much like the hellhound’s pale friend. His coat is dark agouti, black accents paint the tips of his fur in many places. Though when he is showing himself, it is with the slightest curl of his lip and an attitude on his tongue. Which Alduin finds hilariously unsatisfactory. Not only does it piss him off, but Alduin is surprised @Fury had not told the stranger of his presence among the Blackwater folks. Especially if he was going to be joining the new Saints.

So immediately when the man shows and speaks the dark prince would scoff, bloody eyes darkening fearlessly. He too makes himself larger, showcasing his own need for dominance — especially to a man that would automatically be below him. Alduin always has a feral look to his wine red orbs, and his own scarred lips would curl into a distasteful sneer.

“You are the one who should be watching his tongue.” He hums in that rasping, smokey voice of his. “I am Alduin, my father ruled the Saints with Fury as his right hand and I hold the rank of executioner here on these islands. So perhaps it’d be a good idea to show some respect.” Alduin’s voice holds his own attitude to his tone, a harsh one too. 

He is not frightened in the slightest by a fight breaking out, for Alduin cannot die and he also cannot lose. It’s that simple. His confidence knows no bounds. 

“You had planned to join the new Saints did you not?” He spits then, the impossibly deep rumble of his voice demanding attention as well as the harsh ruby of his eyes.

Tag for reference but you’re welcome to have her join/watch the interaction, Liv <3