“Look,” Paarthurnax said, motioning to the sky. A red dragon flew towards them opposite from where he had been looking. Paarthurnax watched as the Dovahkiin grinned with pride.
Paarthurnax had felt the power of the thu’um. It rivaled many dov, showing that Dovahkiin would be powerful when he was older. Maybe this joor would be able to stop his brother. He hoped so, or the world they live in now would be at an end. He also knew that someday they would have to have Dovahkiin living with the joorre so he could learn their ways. He knew what they had taught him, which was basically nothing. When they ruled jul, there was no need to learn about the joore, but now… now he wished he had learnt something to help Dovahkiin.
“Drem yol lok, Dovahkiin. You called?” Odahviing snorted with amusement.
“Drem yol lok, Odahviing, It’s time to go hunting,” Dovahkiin stated as he climbed on Odahviing’s neck.
Dovahkiin wasn’t scared, he loved to fly and Odahviing took him everywhere. All he needed to do was ask and they flew there as long as it was within Skyrim.
“What is that place?” Dovahkiin asked, pointing down at some old ruins.
Odahviing scanned the ground to see what the kiir was pointing to. “The joorre call it Bleak Fall’s Barrow,” he answered. “Dovahgolz is within there, guarded by a powerful draugr.”
“How many Dovah live now?” Dovahkiin asked quietly.
“More than the joorre think. The hated Blades have a book that lists some of us, but they missed many names, and some names were purposely placed on the stone so that dov would be around when Alduin came,” Odahviing stated with a snort.
“Can I meet another dragon?” Dovahkiin asked excitedly.
“Niid,” Odahviing said with amusement at how excited the boy was at that prospect.
They landed in a small valley, away from joorre eyes. That was the last thing the dovah needed, was for joorre seeing him. They didn’t need to know that dragons were still around. For centuries they have kept this hidden, awaiting Alduin to return. Soon his brethren would make it known that they were here.
They would have to be extra cautious when that time came, if it came soon. The Dovahkiin wasn’t ready yet, there was still much for him to learn.
He snorted again in amusement. If someone ages ago would have told him he would enjoy the company of a joor kiir he would have killed them out right. But with this kiir being raised by Dov, it made this more bearable. He reminded Odahviing of a hatchling just learning their shouts, in a way it was very accurate description, though this hatchling would never learn to soar the skies as the dov.
Odahviing took down the two elk quickly, one for him and the other for Dovahkiin. “Cook your own,” Odahviing commanded as he breathed fire on his own.
Dovahkiin moved closer to his and steadied himself, “Yol toor Shul,” he shouted and smirked as it the fire cooked it. His shoulder’s sagged once more when he noticed that it wasn’t entirely cooked.
He looked to Odahviing to see what he did wrong.
“You did nothing wrong, wait a moment and do it again,” Odahviing stated as he sat back on his haunches.
Dovahkiin nodded once more and turned to his food. He shouted once more and watched as this time it was well done. “Why didn’t my first shout cook it?” Dovahkiin asked.
“You have the soul of a dragon, but a joor body. Your body wasn’t meant to do shouts even though you can, it takes you longer to recover than it does a dov. With constant practice you will recover faster,” Odahviing explained.
“That still doesn’t explain why I didn’t cook it in the first try,” Dovahkiin muttered with a scowl.
“Have you been meditating on Paarthurnax teachings?” Odahviing asked with a knowing look.
“Not really,” Dovahkiin mumbled as he stared at the ground.
“And that is why you could not do it. To empower your thu’um you need to meditate, and focus on the words. You will always be able to shout, but that doesn’t mean they will be powerful enough for when you need it. Always remember strength of your thu’um means power. The stronger the shout, the more respect you will have with the dov,” Odahviing explained before he started digging into his own food.
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Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5c
Date: 2013-04-29 12:56 pm (UTC)Paarthurnax had felt the power of the thu’um. It rivaled many dov, showing that Dovahkiin would be powerful when he was older. Maybe this joor would be able to stop his brother. He hoped so, or the world they live in now would be at an end. He also knew that someday they would have to have Dovahkiin living with the joorre so he could learn their ways. He knew what they had taught him, which was basically nothing. When they ruled jul, there was no need to learn about the joore, but now… now he wished he had learnt something to help Dovahkiin.
“Drem yol lok, Dovahkiin. You called?” Odahviing snorted with amusement.
“Drem yol lok, Odahviing, It’s time to go hunting,” Dovahkiin stated as he climbed on Odahviing’s neck.
Dovahkiin wasn’t scared, he loved to fly and Odahviing took him everywhere. All he needed to do was ask and they flew there as long as it was within Skyrim.
“What is that place?” Dovahkiin asked, pointing down at some old ruins.
Odahviing scanned the ground to see what the kiir was pointing to. “The joorre call it Bleak Fall’s Barrow,” he answered. “Dovahgolz is within there, guarded by a powerful draugr.”
“How many Dovah live now?” Dovahkiin asked quietly.
“More than the joorre think. The hated Blades have a book that lists some of us, but they missed many names, and some names were purposely placed on the stone so that dov would be around when Alduin came,” Odahviing stated with a snort.
“Can I meet another dragon?” Dovahkiin asked excitedly.
“Niid,” Odahviing said with amusement at how excited the boy was at that prospect.
They landed in a small valley, away from joorre eyes. That was the last thing the dovah needed, was for joorre seeing him. They didn’t need to know that dragons were still around. For centuries they have kept this hidden, awaiting Alduin to return. Soon his brethren would make it known that they were here.
They would have to be extra cautious when that time came, if it came soon. The Dovahkiin wasn’t ready yet, there was still much for him to learn.
He snorted again in amusement. If someone ages ago would have told him he would enjoy the company of a joor kiir he would have killed them out right. But with this kiir being raised by Dov, it made this more bearable. He reminded Odahviing of a hatchling just learning their shouts, in a way it was very accurate description, though this hatchling would never learn to soar the skies as the dov.
Odahviing took down the two elk quickly, one for him and the other for Dovahkiin. “Cook your own,” Odahviing commanded as he breathed fire on his own.
Dovahkiin moved closer to his and steadied
himself, “Yol toor Shul,” he shouted and smirked as it the fire cooked it. His shoulder’s sagged once more when he noticed that it wasn’t entirely cooked.
He looked to Odahviing to see what he did wrong.
“You did nothing wrong, wait a moment and do it again,” Odahviing stated as he sat back on his haunches.
Dovahkiin nodded once more and turned to his food. He shouted once more and watched as this time it was well done. “Why didn’t my first shout cook it?” Dovahkiin asked.
“You have the soul of a dragon, but a joor body. Your body wasn’t meant to do shouts even though you can, it takes you longer to recover than it does a dov. With constant practice you will recover faster,” Odahviing explained.
“That still doesn’t explain why I didn’t cook it in the first try,” Dovahkiin muttered with a scowl.
“Have you been meditating on Paarthurnax teachings?” Odahviing asked with a knowing look.
“Not really,” Dovahkiin mumbled as he stared at the ground.
“And that is why you could not do it. To empower your thu’um you need to meditate, and focus on the words.
You will always be able to shout, but that doesn’t mean they will be powerful enough for when you need it. Always remember strength of your thu’um means power. The stronger the shout, the more respect you will have with the dov,” Odahviing explained before he started digging into his own food.