@ramblingsofamoonwatcher // Claims
Malacath was unused to manifesting, physically, in the mortal plane. The vibrance of his surroundings, and even the warmth of the sun on his shoulders was drastically different than what he was familiar with in the Ashpit. He didn’t dislike it, but wished the sounds and light didn’t hurt his ears and eyes as much as they did. He’d much rather be home.
Unfortunately, he has a task. The orsimer woman he’d encountered months ago and offered a place in the Forge has not been heard from since. He’s concerned - both that she’s declined his offering, or died before he had a chance to collect her soul himself.
He is bonded with all orcs, regardless of whether they worship him, and Hithril is easy enough to track. However, instead of the orsimer, he finds an aedra waiting for him in the wilderness.
If his surroundings were overwhelming enough to his senses, the goddess is a thousand times brighter. To Malacath’s eyes, the life surrounding them seems to flow from her.
He speaks. “Kyne,” he begins, warily. It’s rare for their kinds to encounter one another, and he’s unsure of what to make of the situation.