Ankyra Sound That purple touch

Just in the edge of Ankyra Sound on the beach. Set for late at night around 2200. Also set for after the rituals!
@Nyra @Xynos
And feel free to have xynos fight and injure Alduin if you want! <3

Alduin saw the tall eared, midnight wolf run away at the ritual. Despite his dreary existence and quiet mannerisms, Alduin watches everything. Hardly anything gets past him. This includes the movements of everyone he’s been around for the last few days. He’s been watching. 

This is his opportunity. An opportunity to show his shadow who really deserves to be beside her. Not Morgana, not some nervous, blue eyed pup like Ingram, but someone who deserves it — someone who’s bled for the life he’s lived and will continue to do so.

So he moves out, jealousy and victory close to his heart as he does so. He follows his scent through the island until he reaches its sandy ending. He looks off to the shore opposite him — the mainland. He sees dark form on the beach and just like that he’s off. Like a hellhound that’s let loose, he slithers into the disastrously frigid waters right after him. 

He gets there in a timely manner, rising from the depths of the sea like Poseidon himself. His dark form looks deadly — demonic — as he lifts himself from the tides and onto the sinking texture of the sand. Coat soaked through and a malicious gleam in his crazed eyes, he moves towards the other wolf. At first he starts at a quick walk, but his pace increases until he’s going from a languid gallop to a full blown sprint.

He has one thing in his distant, bloody eyes and that’s death. He would hardly give the other a warning before slamming into him. Dangerous jaws searching and hungry for a pound of flesh, but he will not kill him here on this beach — no, he will save that until he is in front of his shadow. She deserves a show.

Nyra noticed Xynos' absence after the ritual had concluded.

Betrayer. 

The Warmaiden followed the scent of the shadowman, and that scent soon mixed with Alduin's. Curiosity piqued, Nyra follows at a small distance, trailing out of the water in a seperate spot and watching from the trees as Alduin rushes upon Xynos with bloodthirsty eyes. Her own golden gleam from the darkness if Alduin were to look, but she is more concerned with watching and analyzing how the dark prince would go about this, and how Xynos would retaliate. 

Eldritch berry coursed through her system all the while, still, making the sights pulse in and out of a vibrant neon color show.

Permission to PP Xynos’ fight, sacrifice, and death has been given <3 Gonna go ahead and throw out the next post to get it movin ;)

The hellhound has been released from his chains and his teeth are searching and hungry for blood — for flesh! He wants to feel it split and tear from his powerful jaws. He wants the life to sink into the tastebuds on his tongue, he wants to savior it too. Would this be his first sacrifice to the the unnamed god and his precious shadow? He thinks so, hopefully he will appease them with a show.

Unknown to Nyra’s own searching gaze, sand kicks up when Alduin slams into the dark male. The one who denied the ritual, the one who wanted no part in it — insulting. Alduin wouldn’t kill him here, but he would fatally injure him and finish it when he’s before his shadow. 

So when their bodies collide, they go skidding and rolling through the sand. Taking Xynos by surprise Alduin feels as if he has the upper hand, but this man is bigger than him, possibly stronger too, but Alduin has trained and bled for moments like these. He will not disappoint.

Alduin ends up being the one with his back to the sand and the midnight wolf lashes out at him violently, snapping at his face and neck. He feels his face being slashed and bitten, a bloody nose, clacking teeth, a torn ear, and just when he’s about to go for Alduin’s neck the hellhound brings his hind leg into himself and kicks out with all his might. He shoots them right into his gut and uses his forearms to slash and hit at the other face and chest. A well timed snap at Xynos’ face allows Alduin his freedom. A massive canine tooth piercing perfectly into one of the other man’s eyes. Whether he howls in pain or suffers silently, Alduin would have enough time to slip out from under him.

This is when the real fighting starts. While both feel the adrenaline of the battle, they both bleed freely, painting the pale sand a deep red in the light of the moon. Alduin’s hackles are raised as he goes in for his next attack, aiming low for his legs. Xynos is agile, slipping out of his grasp many times, for Alduin’s slow and heavy, but it doesn’t stop him from waiting for the right opportunity.

Moving left, then juking right, Alduin gets a second of buffer to get his attack in and he does. Snatching up a hind leg just as he tries to bounce away. He purposely goes for the ankle and that oh so important tendon climbing up the back of it. He feels the grit of bone against his teeth as he clamps down on it, but Alduin’s not safe. His whole body is on display for an attack while he does this and Xynos takes advantage. Carving teeth into his shoulder and ribs Alduin grows and grits his teeth harder before planting his body and widening his stance. 

What comes next is the beginning of Xynos’ undoing. Muscles beneath a silvery brindle coat ripple as he flings himself into a full body shake. He feels the tendon snap and the pop of his bone breaking, all the while Alduin’s pulling back and dragging. His brute force completely separates his foot from his thigh and he wastes no time spitting it out to go for another bite right after.

Nyra watches as Alduin and Xynos collide. The sand kicks up and the blur of them both become shadow demons while the dust settles.

She stays still, too, too still, as they fight. As Alduin rips into the shadowman and Xynos rips into Alduin in turn.
There is no stopping them, not that she wanted to. Not that she needed to at all.
Her balefire gaze is unwavering and fervently hungry as blood spills and sprays amongst the angry snarls, the sounds of a war for survival. And yet also a war for death.

The man struggles for his life but Alduin is heartless, emotionless in his next attack. Heading straight for his neck, the shock of getting his own foot chewed off is enough to distract him for a moment. That’s when the hellhound hits him, taking him down to the ground with a savage growl and a face splattered with blood. His teeth grab a hold and he shakes him there too. Not as hard as he did with his leg, but he does it more to immobilize and disorient him.

Don’t kill him yet. Don’t kill him yet. He repeats to himself.

A second later Alduin drops him on the sand like he’s burning him and backing up a foot or two. His hackles stand high down the length of his nape and spine, his chest and ribs expand and shrink rapidly with his heavy breathing. His jaw hangs open, pearly whites dripping with blood and drool, stringing savagely off his chin. Alduin’s entire face is bloody and so are his rips on the left side. He bleeds heavily from the slash and puncture marks made to his muscular shoulder and side, even his flank and leg too. 

Xynos lies on the ground, his own chest heaving just as much as Alduin’s and a blank look in his eyes. His foot lies a few feet away from the rest of his body, his leg wound bleeds profusely and his neck follows quickly behind. Alduin knows he didn’t hit his jugular though, he would’ve already bleed out if he did.

Alduin would stand there for a few more seconds to catch his breath, repeatedly rasping a tongue over his lips and nose to catch the blood that flows heavily from it. He’s probably got a broken nose because he can’t hardly breathe out of it. 

Eventually, he would step over to him, towering over the grounded man to snap up the nap of his neck in his merciless grasp. He’d struggle to drag him to the churning waters, dropping him once more before looking down into the dark waves. It would be a borderline impossible feat to get him over there both without drowning the dying man or himself. And he can’t even breathe through his nose. 

Fuck.

He huffs out a breath and doesn’t even think about it a second later before grabbing him by the base of his skull, on the highest part of his nape. He would descend into the depths just as he came, struggling to keep both of their heads above the waves. His muscles ache and he can hardly breath — the salt water burns his wounds like hellfire,

But it’s well worth the sacrifice.

Nyra observes as they roll and sprawl through the sand, tearing at each other. Xynos for life, Alduin for the death of the betrayer.
Yes, Xynos had ran, had been intent to leave her and War and the others behind.
Afraid, perhaps.
Too afraid.
Too soft.
Xynos takes Alduin to the ground, ripping at face and throat. But just in time, the Dark Prince sends him flying.
A sound of pain as an eye is taken, as Xynos is ripped into again.
She watches as Alduin feigns one way, then goes the other, taking a hind leg into his teeth and biting down, down, down. Shaking, jerking, until the lower part of the leg is ripped off in a sputter of gore.
Impressive, very impressive.
Xynos is taken to the sand again before Nyra can see Alduin's wounds in his shoulder and ribs.
She watches still, as Alduin fights to control himself again. Fights to preserve the life of his victim at least a little longer.
She grins wickedly, watching intently as the prince pants heavily, bleeding, torn, tattered.
She almost wants to step out to congratulate him.
Instead she waits, watches as he grabs the shadow's scruff and begins to drag him into the water.

Then, she quietly comes out of hiding, coming up alongside Alduin in the water and taking up another part of Xynos to even the weight so her young friend doesn't drown himself.
With that, she'd swim alongside him the whole way, helping to keep Xynos and Alduin by extension, afloat in the ocean.