Set on Druid’s Cove at the occultist’s path around midnight. For @Ingram <3 sorry it’s short :’> late night post
Alduin moves over the mossy ground languidly. Each step measures but lazy in a relaxed sort of way. Tail bobbing on his hip and head even with his shoulder blades, he takes the uneven, stone steps of the Occultist’s Path. It’s an area he hasn’t seen yet, but he takes in the sights greedily.
Moss covers just about everything — it’s much softer on his worn paw pads, but it does little to quell the emotions (or maybe the lack of emotions) inside of him. He doesn’t feel many things nowadays, but anger seems to be the most prevalent one. He’s cursed after all.
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