03-11-2012, 02:45 PM
There wasn’t much left in Alduin. His legs trembled with each heavy step he took toward wherever he was going. His throat was dry, his stomach empty, and what little enthusiasm he had for life was gone. Had he not laid eyes on the mountains from afar, he would have long since given up his seemingly pointless endeavor. It was the comfort of familiarity that drove him. Mountains meant safety, and safety meant a good place to rest. And who knows? Perhaps he would find a passer-by willing to spin a tale for him. A good, long story and a bit to eat and drink. The thought was nice.
But as Alduin approached, the scent of unfamiliar wolves flooded his nose. For a moment, he hesitated, hoping no one had taken notice of him. He was certain that he reeked of dried blood and other smells that weren’t easy on the nose. He began to regret not taking the time to wash it out better at the last pond he came across. He stood frozen, tail suddenly erect and head held high with his nose to the flowing wind. He knew not what threats await him, but he hoped for friendly faces and warm eyes.
But as Alduin approached, the scent of unfamiliar wolves flooded his nose. For a moment, he hesitated, hoping no one had taken notice of him. He was certain that he reeked of dried blood and other smells that weren’t easy on the nose. He began to regret not taking the time to wash it out better at the last pond he came across. He stood frozen, tail suddenly erect and head held high with his nose to the flowing wind. He knew not what threats await him, but he hoped for friendly faces and warm eyes.