He chuckled as he saw Odahviing once more. He was so tempted to shout his name just to scare the joorre. It wouldn’t be the first time he and Odahviing had done something like that, nor would it be the last. The both of them enjoyed instilling fear in their prey.
He scowled as the wagon jerked to a stop in the middle of the road, surrounded by trees. They were nowhere near a village, so he wondered what was going on. “What’s the hold up?” he heard one of the joor call.
“I thought I saw something large flying over the tops of the trees,” another called back.
“You’re just imaging things,” another scoffed. Dovahkiin laughed at the fear he could hear in that one joor voice. It was amusing.
“You don’t seem surprised,” the man across from him said.
“I’m not. It’s my ride and he’s getting impatient,” Dovahkiin murmured with amusement.
“You’re ride flies?” the nord snort with disbelief and gave him a mocking look.
“Geh, he does,” Dovahkiin answered as he closed his eyes to meditate.
Ralof noticed as soon as the man spoke those foreign words that Ulfric’s attentions have been unwavering on the strange man. Ralof didn’t trust the man, his tone clearly stated that he was better than them. What else about that man that made him leery was the vibration from the man’s voice, almost like he was about to shout, but was holding it back. It wasn’t a shout, nothing like Ulfrics, but there was a resonance behind it that made him wary.
He couldn’t believe the young man was sleeping, now of all times. He seemed so relaxed, as if there was no worry in the world. Actually it didn’t shock him much, the man didn’t seem right in the head as it was. He glanced at his Jarl and noticed him watching the man intently. He had never seen Ulfric look at someone this intent. He didn’t want that stare turned to him, but something about this man caught Ulfric’s interest.
“I can feel you watching me Bronjun,” the man grumbled. Rolaf watched Jarl Ulfric’s eyes widened, and he stared more intently at the man.
“What’s your name stranger?” Ralof asked.
“I am not a stranger to these lands joor. Skyrim hasn’t changed much since I was lived here last,” the stranger answered without opening his eyes.
“Your accent isn’t one I recognize from Skyrim,” Ralof stated.
“Isn’t it?” the man countered with a condescending smirk. “Don’t be too sure, there are people and places in Skyrim you’ve never been or met joor.”
“Oh, like where?” Ralof scoffed. He was pretty sure anywhere he hadn’t been this stranger hadn’t been either. He made it sound like he had been everywhere.
“Monahven,” Dovahkiin answered with a small smirk. Ralof wasn’t sure what to make of him, he seemed too sure of himself, he had an air of danger to him also, but that was easily ignored now.
“Never heard of it,” Ralof muttered, he didn’t know what language the man was talking, but wasn’t impressed with his amusement.
Dovahkiin laughed, “Mey!” he spat contemptuously. Ralof scowled at him, he knew he just been insulted, but wasn’t sure how or what the young man said. He looked to Ulfric and see his intent stare had increased.
“What language are you speaking?” Ralof asked with a growl.
His eyes widened when the stranger returned his growl with one of his own. The real scary part, the strangers growl sounded more animalistic than anything he could ever do. His was of frustration and anger, yet the strangers, was of an animal, warning and anger.
“Ask your 'In'(draconic), it seems he knows considering the intent stare he’s has been giving me,” the man said without even once glancing at Ulfric. This man made him very nervous. Ralof thought with a shiver.
“Wake me when we get there,” the stranger stated as he leaned back in his seat and his body relaxing, but Ralof could see it was a ruse, this man wasn’t relaxed in the slightest. He knew one sound or one wrong movement and this man would be awake and alert.
Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 10b/?
He scowled as the wagon jerked to a stop in the middle of the road, surrounded by trees. They were nowhere near a village, so he wondered what was going on. “What’s the hold up?” he heard one of the joor call.
“I thought I saw something large flying over the tops of the trees,” another called back.
“You’re just imaging things,” another scoffed. Dovahkiin laughed at the fear he could hear in that one joor voice. It was amusing.
“You don’t seem surprised,” the man across from him said.
“I’m not. It’s my ride and he’s getting impatient,” Dovahkiin murmured with amusement.
“You’re ride flies?” the nord snort with disbelief and gave him a mocking look.
“Geh, he does,” Dovahkiin answered as he closed his eyes to meditate.
Ralof noticed as soon as the man spoke those foreign words that Ulfric’s attentions have been unwavering on the strange man. Ralof didn’t trust the man, his tone clearly stated that he was better than them. What else about that man that made him leery was the vibration from the man’s voice, almost like he was about to shout, but was holding it back. It wasn’t a shout, nothing like Ulfrics, but there was a resonance behind it that made him wary.
He couldn’t believe the young man was sleeping, now of all times. He seemed so relaxed, as if there was no worry in the world. Actually it didn’t shock him much, the man didn’t seem right in the head as it was. He glanced at his Jarl and noticed him watching the man intently. He had never seen Ulfric look at someone this intent. He didn’t want that stare turned to him, but something about this man caught Ulfric’s interest.
“I can feel you watching me Bronjun,” the man grumbled. Rolaf watched Jarl Ulfric’s eyes widened, and he stared more intently at the man.
“What’s your name stranger?” Ralof asked.
“I am not a stranger to these lands joor. Skyrim hasn’t changed much since I was lived here last,” the stranger answered without opening his eyes.
“Your accent isn’t one I recognize from Skyrim,” Ralof stated.
“Isn’t it?” the man countered with a condescending smirk. “Don’t be too sure, there are people and places in Skyrim you’ve never been or met joor.”
“Oh, like where?” Ralof scoffed. He was pretty sure anywhere he hadn’t been this stranger hadn’t been either. He made it sound like he had been everywhere.
“Monahven,” Dovahkiin answered with a small smirk. Ralof wasn’t sure what to make of him, he seemed too sure of himself, he had an air of danger to him also, but that was easily ignored now.
“Never heard of it,” Ralof muttered, he didn’t know what language the man was talking, but wasn’t impressed with his amusement.
Dovahkiin laughed, “Mey!” he spat contemptuously. Ralof scowled at him, he knew he just been insulted, but wasn’t sure how or what the young man said. He looked to Ulfric and see his intent stare had increased.
“What language are you speaking?” Ralof asked with a growl.
His eyes widened when the stranger returned his growl with one of his own. The real scary part, the strangers growl sounded more animalistic than anything he could ever do. His was of frustration and anger, yet the strangers, was of an animal, warning and anger.
“Ask your 'In'(draconic), it seems he knows considering the intent stare he’s has been giving me,” the man said without even once glancing at Ulfric. This man made him very nervous. Ralof thought with a shiver.
“Wake me when we get there,” the stranger stated as he leaned back in his seat and his body relaxing, but Ralof could see it was a ruse, this man wasn’t relaxed in the slightest. He knew one sound or one wrong movement and this man would be awake and alert.