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Re: Raised by Dragons ch 4
Date: 2013-04-29 12:39 pm (UTC)He expected tears, and wails, but none of those came, this time the Dovahkiin rose onto his short unsteady legs and toddled over to him once more.
Odhaviing was surprised to say the least, he waited to see what the Dovahkiin was going to do. He gave a rumble of pleasure when he saw the Dovahkiin wasn’t going to give up. Odahviing stayed still as the kiir finally made it onto his snout. He chuckled in amusement as Dovahkiin squealed in delight.
Slowly Odahviing raised to his full height and watched as Dovahkiin’s eyes widened in apprehension.
He gave a flip of his snout, tossing the kiir high into the air and gently catching him once more. When the squeals of delight stopped as he placed Dovahkiin on the ground once more.
“One of these times you will do damage,” Paarthurnax stated from his perch.
“You worry too much,” Odahviing muttered.
“We should find and capture a joore to train Dovahkiin,” Paarthurnax
“Not yet, he just started eating solid food. We didn’t train the priests until adulthood,” Odahviing reminded him.
“Niid, they were trained since they were a kiir,” Paarthurnax stated.
“Geh, true, but that changed when Alduin went power hungry. He didn’t want kiir around, so we started training when they reached adulthood,” Odahviing said tiredly.
“Once he’s old enough to hold a sword we’ll find someone to train him. It would be better if we got a mercenary, or someone that no one will miss. Then we should still be able to stay in hiding,” Paarthurnax muttered.
Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5a
Date: 2013-04-29 12:52 pm (UTC)Dovahkiin looked up at the old grey dragon watching as he meditated. His stomach grumbled once more and Dovahkiin sighed. “Paarthurnax, I’m hungry,” Dovahkiin stated and curled further into the furs around his shoulders.
He glanced around, waiting for the old dragon’s reply and noticed clouds were forming, giving warning of a storm coming. He moved closer to the word wall, and looked up at Paarthurnax. His somber face split into a grin when he old dragon climbed down off the wordwall and curled around him. The dragon’s natural heat kept the chill off of him. He curled against the warm scales sighing as his body slowly warmed up.
He looked at the skies once more and searched for Odahviing, but there was no sight of the younger dragon. He knew if Odahviing was here, he would already be soaring in the skies upon the dragon’s back. Between Odahviing and Paarthurnax, Odahviing flew a lot more often than the older dragon. It was mostly Odahviing that took him flying, but there had been a few times where Paarthurnax took him out.
Today was a longer day than usual, Paarthurnax had decided that his teachings were to be longer than usual.
“You will hunt shortly,” the old dragon answered as he curled more securely around Dovahkiin to ward off the gusting wind. He nuzzled the kiir, licking the dirt and grime off of his face. He didn’t know how the female dragons do it with their kiir, but after years he still wasn’t used to it. The males were meant for fighting and protecting, not watching and looking after kiir. He didn’t know how joorre did it, maybe he should find out he thought with amusement.
Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5b
Date: 2013-04-29 12:54 pm (UTC)His mind turned to the younger dragon, he wondered if he would be showing up today. “Paarthurnax, is Odahviing coming here today?” Dovahkiin asked.
“He will eventually,” Paarthurnax answered as he rested.
Dovahkiin shook his head, wondering where the younger dragon was. He wished he was here so he could take to the skies, he hated being a joor, he wanted to be a dov able to fly.
He had to smirk, Odahviing was centuries older than him and yet at the age of ten he was used to calling him a young dragon - that was his adoptive father’s fault. He wondered if Odahviing could teach him like Paarthurnax does. Using the word walls and changing the words on them so he could read them and learn them. He highly doubted it, Odahviing was too hotheaded for that - as Paarthunax calls him.
“Call him,” Paarthurnax ordered. He knew this would be a test for the young joor. Not once had he been able to call the dragon properly. But with being only ten winters old he had already surpassed the
Greybeards in the power of the voice. His thu’um was strong for one so small, already he mastered forceful push shout, fire and frost shouts. Soon, as he grew older they would work on the more intricate shouts.
He was surprise at how well the kiir pick up on their language and the joors language. He could speak both, and was starting to read both. He was more fluent in the dragon tongue than the joorre tongue. The written language - he could read and write most of the dragon language, it was the joor writings Dovahkiin was having a hard time with. The dragon language was more literal, where as the joor language one word had many meaning, to many different spellings.
Dovahkiin moved out from under Paarthurnax’s wing and shivered as the cold air hit his now warm skin. He looked to the skies, seeing if he could see the red dragon anywhere, but there was no sight of him.
Taking a breath he shouted. “ODAHVIING,” Dovahkiin shouted and grinned when it finally came out right and he didn’t land on his butt. He watched the skies intently waiting to see some sign of the dovah, his shoulders started to slump when there was no sighting of the dovah. He knew then that his thu’um wasn’t powerful enough to catch Odahviing attention yet.
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.
Re: Raised by Dragons ch 5d
Date: 2013-04-29 01:01 pm (UTC)“Which shout?” Odahviing asked curiously as he stopped eating for a moment.
“Which shout do you think will be useful for me?” Dovahkiin counted with a grin.
“Hmm, this should be useful and annoy Paarthurnax for a bit,” Odahviing murmured with a chuckled. He looked to the ground and breathed the words. He watched with pride as Dovahkiin absorbed the words with ease.
Dovahkiin closed his eyes as he absorbed the knowledge of the new shout. “Wuld Na Kest, what do the joor call this shout?”
“Hmm, I am not sure Dovahkiin, we should ask the Greybears for their knowledge,” Odahviing murmured and motioned to his back. He smirked as the young kiir ran and clambered onto his back quickly. With a great flap of his wings he took to the air with a laughing Dovahkiin. He had to grin as the kiir gripped onto him tightly as he dove quickly towards High Hrothgar. They spotted one of the Greybeards outside when they landed.
“Where is Arngier?" Dovahkiin asked Borri.
Dovahkiin watched as the elder nodded towards the great keep. He hated it in there, it was so dark, cramped and stuffy. It seemed so stale within that he rarely came down here to see these men. Paarthurnax had told them they were masters of the voice. He had seen them shout often and knew it to be true, their voice was strong.
Dovahkiin walked inside, slowly walking around corners nervously. He didn’t fear dark places, but they made him leery ever since Odahviing had taken to one of the old ruins for teaching. That was the first time he had met a draugr and he never wanted to meet another one.
He found Arngier meditating in the main hall, “Arngier, I need answers,” Dovahkiin stated as he watched the joor.
“With what?” Arngier muttered, he had known it had been a bad idea for the dov to raise a child. He knew what dragons were like and this child was just like them. He looked down at humans, and seemed prideful. He never asked, always demanded and expected answers.
“’Wuld Na Kest,’ what is the shout called.” Dovahkiin asked, waiting impatiently for an answer.
“Whirlwind sprint,” Arngier stated.
Dovahkiin nodded and walked out, not bothering with small talk that joor liked to do. He found it annoying and a waste of breath.
Dovahkiin walked over to Odahviing, “did you find the answer you were looking for?” the red dragon asked.
“Geh, Arngier said its called Whirlwind sprint,” Dovahkiin answered.
“Aptly named,” Odahviing murmured and took wing to the top of the mountain.