Blackwater Islands our love is like water

The ashen male feels a pull. An indistinguishable tick in his brain to move further into the island. It makes him wild with wonder, drawing him further in a way that seems almost instinctual. He just has a feeling — keep going that way, turn here, turn there. And he does. With a heavy head level with bulking shoulders, the hellhound moves forth. Surely his brother would be right behind him. For Alduin doesn’t speak and hardly alerts him of his moving presence. He would notice. He would follow if he’s curious enough. Perhaps he has the same pull too. 

Yet, as he goes, not only does the presence of the island itself overwhelm him, but the entity that’s walks beside him.

Yesss, Alduin. You feel it, don’t you? Banesteppe hisses deeply to his right. That’s it, go towards the pull. Allow it to drive you. You will see what happens then. But will it benefit you, my young reaper. Will it? He hums the cryptic nonsense into his ears and for once Alduin listens to his every word. 

Onward he moves. In the direction his senses tell him to go. It deposits him in a cave, where he locks onto the form of a three legged wolf. He has no interest in them and effortlessly and languidly moves past them. Only to find who he’s looking for — the shadow. Her slim form is standing above another unfamiliar face. 

The scent of a storm brews in the air, not long before rain begins to fall. Something malicious is afoot and his spine prickles at the sensations and energy that swim around him. 

A familiar hand touches his nape, but the beast already knows who it is — Banesteppe. For once the touch grounds him from the unfamiliar because this ghostly figure beside him is familiar. It shifts through his fur and tugs. Making Alduin focus on him more, but never taking his eyes off of the mysterious scene before him.

You will participate, cursed one. Perhaps it will break your mind even more. And then, Alduin, you will be mine.

The words are just as malicious as his tone, but Alduin soaks them up as he watches. Eyes never leaving the mismatched of the Listener’s. 

If he loses his mind, then so be it.