Are you insane like me?

@Alduin

The giant awoke at sundown, hellfire hues glancing around. This wasn't...where? What place was she so familiar with that this wasn't like it...? Nyra didn't remember. Not now, anyway. 
Rising quickly to her paws, the titaness in white immediately glanced the familiar, dark brindle form of...her mate, maybe? A brother in arms, if not...

"Alduin, wake up." Nyra grumbled, shaking out her fur.
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All the dark prince knows is that he’s falling — falling so hard and fast that he can’t quite comprehend what’s happening. One second, he’s lying his head down on dark paws the next he jolts and falls. He feels as if he’s being descending for centuries, straight down into the fiery pits of hell. Fire licks at his mind — a pounding, white hot, and searing pain shoots through his thick skull.

One second, he was there…the scarlet sands blessing his eyes with eroded walls of a deserted canyon. The next, he wakes up with a jolt to his massive body. He doesn’t register the voice, he only sits up, sides and chest heaving, mouth open and breathing heavy.

Where —

He looks around, ruby red orbs shooting from tree to mountain to sea. Then finally to a familiar face-

“Nyra-“ He chokes deeply, voice gruff — gravelly. “where?” A pause as his lip snarls up. “Where are we? What happened?”
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Finally, he wakes.
Nyra sighs in defeat after a long pause; "I don't know where we are, or what happened. We seem to know exactly jack shit aside from each other's names." she rolls her shoulders, looking around at the terrain. Grassland...forests...mountains...nothing the fuck else, so far.
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This cannot be right. Not one fucking bit. At that realization, white hot fury settles into his chest. It flows throughout his entire body just as easily as his veins pump blood into his limbs. He too takes another look around, clearing his throat as he gathers himself. Standing is only partly difficult, but it’s done nonetheless. He too would shake out his silvery midnight pelt not recognizing an inch of what he sees.

It’s then that he settles his bloody gaze on the pale woman beside him. Nyra. Yes, this he knows. But where she hails from he does not. How does he know her and from where? It’s just on the tip of his tongue. Yet, when he looks at her he doesn’t feel the usual disgust that clutches at his breast when his eyes settle upon those lower than him. No— she is his equal.

But how? He does not know.

He would only be caught staring for a few seconds before he releases a short hum of thought. “We need to find someone — something — that can tell us even a lick of information of our whereabouts.” He grunts out. His rumbling voice is short, and not so sweet. Elongating the syllables of words every so often. Even in a situation that he has absolutely zero fucking clue what’s happening, his strength hold a fire of determination to find out.

“Let’s move-“ With those words, he would begin walking. Strides long and purposeful as he does so.

He will find out where he is and he will not rest until he does.
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