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Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 7a/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)Dovahkiin let out a small groan as he sat near the blazing fire. The cold chill slowly left his body as he relaxed. His muscles ached, but it was a good ache, it told him that he had a good work out. He glanced at the joor Odahviing had brought back, the odd thing was he never learnt the man’s name, as far as the dovah were concerned it wasn’t needed. He knew that once the joor couldn’t train him more the jul would be dead. It was for their protection, no Joorre could know about dragons yet.
He heard the roar before he saw the red dragon and grinned. Odahviing was coming, now he could be soaring in the sky. He watched as the dragon landed, kicking up snow everywhere. He wiped the snow from his face with a scowl and snicked as the other jul started swearing at Odahviing. He waited patiently to see what Odahviing was going to do. He wasn’t surprised when the red dragon shouted ‘yol’ just in front of the terrified jul feet. Dovahkiin couldn’t help it, he burst out laughing when the jul skittered away quickly.
He watched the man sit by the fire scowling. He couldn’t believe after years of living here with dov he hadn’t gotten used to it. It made no sense. They hadn’t killed him yet, so he had no reason to fear as of yet.
He glanced towards his guardians and listened in on the conversation. He wasn’t surprised when he heard that they were talking about killing the jul. He was surprised it had taken this long. When the Jul first got here, he had tried countless times to kill both dragons at one time or another. He thought for sure they would have killed him then, but they hadn’t. Instead they shouted at him, burning him badly. It took weeks for him to heal with the help of a special shout that he had just learnt. It helped heal the injured and the jul had been injured.
As he listened he knew the jul had pushed it too far and it was time for him to go.
“When do we do you plan?” Dovahkiin asked.
“When he is useless, he cannot leave the mountain,” Odahviing answered.
Dovahkiin nodded, he agreed the jul would give them away. It was unsafe for them, he would tell the joorre that dragons were back and they would either believe or not, but they couldn’t take the chance.
“Do you want to practice more?” Dovahkiin asked the jul.
“Sure, you need it,” the man stated with a sneer. He shrugged, used to the jul ire. It started showing at the second year he had been up here. And had gotten worse with every year later. He knew soon the man wouldn’t be breathing. His guardians were starting to lose their patients with the joor.
Dovahkiin knew what practice was, but this wasn’t it. The man’s swings were deadly, aimed to kill, not harm or teach, but to kill. He knew now that it was time. He swung out, using all the teachings this man had taught him to win this battle. He would be lying if he said it was an easy battle, it wasn’t. He had received a few cuts and jabs, but in the end he had won. His sword sinking deep within the jul’s stomach. He watched the jul collapsed to his knees, a shocked look on his face.
Dovahkiin watched without emotion, not caring that he just killed a person. He didn’t flinch when Odahviing walked over and grabbed the body. He didn’t blink or flinch as the dragon tossed the body into the air and swallowed it whole.
He knew all joorre would be disgusted at this sight. He had been taught that the joorre feared the dov for good reason. But as far as he was concerned they were just following their nature. It just happened that joorre were part of their food chain.
Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 7b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)Soon he would face his destiny and defeat Alduin then lead the dragons. It was why he was here, what he was made for, why he was training. He was Dovahkiin, dragon hunter. He took their souls so they didn’t rise again when called.
“Looks like we will need to find another to teach me,” Dovahkiin stated with amusement.
“You fought well,” Odahviing praised. “The body did not bother you?”
“Nid, it was me or him. I was the stronger,” Dovahkiin answered with a shrug. He could feel their pride. He was tired now, after the long day. He went over to Odahviing, placing his furs on the ground and leaning against the Dovah. He allowed the dragon’s heat to bathe him in warmth.
Re: The Wingless Dragon 8/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)But there was still more the joor needed to do before he was ready to face his destiny. He needed to leave from here. Odahviing would be the best to teach him now. He knew this and accepted it.
Paarthurnax watched as Odahviing nudged the Dovahkiin and smirked as he heard the grumbling. The two would go hunt and then leave Skyrim until he was a full adult. They had discussed it many times.
“Are you sure I should leave?” Dovahkiin asked as he walked over to Paarthurnax.
“Geh, you must for your own safety, soon Aldiun will be here and your destiny will begin,” Paarthurnax told the young Dovahkiin.
“And if I don’t want to leave?” Dovahkiin asked quietly, sadness entering his eyes as he stared at the older dragon.
“It matters not. You know this. You must leave Dovahkiin,” Paarthurnax muttered and nuzzled Dovahkiin.
Dovahkiin rested his forehead against Paarthurnax’s snout, “Will I be allowed to come back home?”
“Geh, you will in time. For now Odahviing will watch over you and keep you safe,” Paarthurnax murmured giving Dovahkiin a gentle nudge of his snout, pushing him away. Sadness entered him as he watched Dovahkiin fly away on the younger dragon’s back. He wondered if he would see his kul again. With many dangers about many things could happen. He trusted Odahviing to protect Dovahkiin, he still worried.
Dovahkiin watched the Paarthurnax until he was just a spot, “Odahviing do you believe I will see him again?” Dovahkiin asked quietly. Even though the wind was roaring by them he knew the dragon heard.
“Geh I do, unless his brother kills him when he returns. It is something you should be prepared for Dovahkiin,” Odahviing answered him honestly.
“Geh you are right. We will have to wait and see,” Dovahkiin murmured, giving the huge mountain that had been his home for so long a final glance. He could feel his eyes burning with unshed tears, but he wasn’t going to show them. The Dov showed no weakness nor would he. He would not dishonor his father like that. Paarthurnax may not be his true father, but he was the only one he knew and he would honor his father’s teachings.
“It is time to hunt and then leave,” Odahviing reminded him, testing to see how Dovahkiin would react.
“Geh, we will hunt and then leave and continue my training until it is time to return,” Dovahkiin stated firmly.
Odahviing gave a loud roar of pride before dipping low to the ground and catching their prey.
Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 9/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)“Where are we heading?” Dovahkiin asked.
“Can’t you feel it?” Odahviing asked, craning his neck to see Dovahkiin.
“That Alduin has risen? Geh, I can feel it on the air. I feel his call. Are you going to return to him Odahviing?” Dovahkiin asked worriedly.
“Niid, I will not be returning as his lieutenant, I will stay with Paarthurnax where it will be safer,” Odahviing answered.
“You never answered where are we heading?” Dovahkiin asked once more.
“I will be landing in the woods and you can go into the city to replace the blade you lost,” Odahviing answered with a chuckle as he landed. “Proceed with caution, there are joorre nearby.”
“Geh, I can smell them. If I am caught I will call for you when it is safe,” Dovahkiin told him.
“I will be here unless you take too long, then I will take to the skies and search,” Odahviing said as he curled up on the rocks. “And remember do not harm the joorre.”
“I remember,” Dovahkiin muttered as he walked away from the napping dovah.
They landed deep in the woods, Dovahkiin climbed off the young dragon’s back. “Odahviing do you think Paarthurnax still lives?” Dovahkiin asked quietly.
“Geh I do,” Odahviing answered, certainty filling his voice.
“Good. After I purchase my blade I want to go to Monahven,” Dovahkiin declared, his stance firm as he glared at the smirking dragon.
“Niid, not till the call Dovahkiin,” Odahviing reminded him.
“Niid! We will go!” Dovahkiin snapped coldly, his voice vibrating with the build up of the thu’um.
“Dovahkiin!” Odahviing warned.
“YOL TORR SHUL!” Dovahkiin shouted his anger at the dovah.
“You thu’um is powerful, but not powerful enough kiir. Do not test me!” Odahviing warned.
Odahviing sighed when he saw Dovahkiin about to shout once more. Without hesitation he knocked Dovahkiin to the ground and hid his snicker. He smirked tauntingly down at Dovahkiin. “Conceded,” Odahviing ordered.
“Niid! FUS RO DAH!” Dovahkiin shouted, throwing Odahviing off of him. His eyes widened, this was the first time ever that he was able to get the upper hand against the dovah. He was surprise, but proud of himself. He had just proven his voice was stronger.
He braced himself for the shout he knew that was coming. Odahviing shout hit him, he stumbled back a few steps before righting himself once again. He looked the dovah dead in the eye and smirked.
“Thuri,” Odahviing said proudly and he bowed his head towards Dovahkiin. “You’ve grown strong, Paarthurnax would be proud. Now you are ready to face Aldiun.”
Dovahkiin smiled proudly, Odahviing had just called him Thuri. He knew of the dovah history and this was a great victory. “Then you will take me to Paarthurnax?” Dovahkiin asked, trying his best to keep his voice devoid of all emotions.
“Niid, it is too dangerous. You know this. Alduin could be there waiting for you and use Paarthurnax against you. We will wait thuri,” Odahviing stated adamantly.
“Krosis, Odahviing. Drem, geh, you are correct. We will wait,” Dovahkiin muttered and walked over to the red dragon. He placed his hand on the dragon’s snout, petting the warn scales.
“I will go to the city and pick up a blade. When I return we will find somewhere safe to stay,” Dovahkiin told him before heading off into the trees.
Odahviing watched him walk away, “No, we won’t thuri. Your place is with the joor now,” he said softly that he knew Dovahkiin wouldn’t hear.
Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 10/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)He heard that there was a rebellion going on here Skyrim when Odvahviing had him listening in at the bar for rumors. But this
didn’t concern him, it had no bearing on his destiny.
Slowly he walked out of the bush and watched. He growled low when one of those other men wearing brown armor stormed over to him. He thought about shouting the lot of them to death, but he had been told not to harm the joors, he needed them.
“Tie him and put him with the others,” One of them ordered. ‘Great, just what he needed to be sitting in close quarters with joorre.’
He was seated across from a large nord, almost as large as himself. Beside him the gagged man was place and across from the gagged man was a puny joor. If the carriage bounced wrong there was a good chance that puny man would fall out.
He glanced ahead of the wagon and spotted many people riding horses and another carriage. He glanced behind them and saw another rider. Lastly he looked up in the sky over the tree tops and saw Odahviing watching, waiting. All he had to do was shout and the dragon would come and roast all of them, but that meant ousting dragons. So he didn’t call, not until he was desperate. He was probably going to jail, later he would break his way out and run to a clearing that was away from prying eyes.
“Why is he gagged?” Dovahkiin asked with a smirked as he looked at the gagged man.
“Watch yourself, you are speaking of Ulfric Stormcloak the next true high king,” the nord across from him bit out.
“Nahlot joor! Or you will not make your destination! Answer my question nu,” Dovahkiin commanded, his voice reverberating with the temptation of shouting. He saw the jul eyes widen and fear enter them. He could smell fear off of them all and enjoyed it.
“He’s gagged so he doesn’t shout, it’s how he killed the high king,” the puny man stated with fear.
“Gagging does not stop the thu’um,” Dovahkiin stated with a chuckle. “Mey.”
“How do you know this?” the big man asked.
“Mey, obviously I was taught,” Dovahkiin said with a disdainful shake of his head. He noticed the insulted look and didn’t care, it was only the truth. He may not know the customs of these people, but he had been taught enough about them. When and if he stayed in their towns he would learn more if needed. He still needed to decide if he was going to stay with them or at Monahven.
Re: The Wingless Dragon ch 10b/?
(Anonymous) 2013-05-03 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)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.