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TAGS: char:Paarthurnax, race:Nord, char:dragonborn

Summary: Paarthurnax made a deal with Akatosh to become human so he can be with the Dragonborn. But magic comes with a price. His voice is taken from him for a chance in life... in which failure comes at a high price.

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The Duel

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He wanted her. Not in the carnal context only… he wanted her to be by his side for the rest of his existence. He’d give anything to be able to hug her, or even kiss her. The mental weight of his loneliness has been bothering him for so long; it’s starting to become unbearable.

Ever since he met her, his dovah heart would try to crawl off his chest. His head would turn at the sound of her sweet voice and her eyes were the shiner jewels he’s ever encountered. To be able to touch her sun kissed skin, or feel the softness of her red tresses was all he dreamed of.

If only he was never born a dovah. If only he had been a human and—

No point in dueling with things he cannot change.

Sighting his melancholy to the harsh winds of Skyrim, the wise dovah closed his eyes and called for sleep to overcome, even if he’s been sleeping for hundreds of years.

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Opening his eyes, Paarthanax looked around and noticed he was floating in the air. He also noticed it was not the sky, more like a world of blackness.

“You’re awake.” A voice said startling the dovah and making him look to where the sound was coming from.

Realization hit him as he remembered this as a far gone memory. Many years ago, this same thing happened while The Dragon War was going on. It brought bittersweet memories.

“Paarthanax, I’m going to grant your most wanted desire. But I want something in return.” The invisible entity spoke again, this time igniting interest in the dovah.

His heart started pumping. His most wanted desire is to be with the Dragonborn, he didn’t care what this voice wanted, and it could have it. Oh how he craved to stand close to the Nord woman, to smell her and make her smile like sometimes she does when she hears his stories. To look into her eyes and tell her how much he loved her.

“You can take anything you want, give me what I want.” His voice thundered. A cold breeze surrounded him as he floated in emptiness. It was a bizarre experience, having wings and being able to fly yet here he was just suspended in space.

“You’ve done wrong, Paarthanax. I will take what makes you, you. But you’ve tried to correct your wrongness by being good. Mara has decided for you to keep your wish as long as you don’t run out of time.”

“Time?” The confusion worried him. He was smart, he was wise, and he shouldn’t doubt such gift from a divine. But the condescending tone in the voice was hard to ignore.

“This is the chance you get in life, Paarthanax. Four nights, four days is what you get. I get to keep your voice. If you are to fail, I shall make her a God.”

The dovah shook his head. His voice was him, it is what made him Paarthanax, what made him a dovah.

“Do we have a deal, or do we not?”

Her becoming a God is something he would never allow. Four days was enough.

His wings flapped gently, the rough and marked skin caressing his horns. He’ll have the chance to be close to the one living thing he’s ever loved. And he’ll never be able to use the Thu’um or speak for that matter. His mind raced to every possibility. Walk by her, protect her, marry her... her.

Hers.

A whisper of an agreement was heard as his brain revolved around the rich red of her hair, and the glow of her green eyes. The pain was unbearable. He could feel his bones changing, crackling and a shout that was not heard. He heard; he heard his skin crunch and his face move. But not his screams, not his pleads. He was too old for such amount of pain. His eyes closed and all he wished was to die.

He wished to die, but not before he tasted those sweet, red lips.

This is going to be good
*grabs popcorn*

I am excited for this!!!

Other than the fact that he is called Paarthurnax and not Paarthanax, this is very promissing! I am waiting to see how will, you continue, but please, watch out for the spelling, because that is a little annoying!

Woops, I actually copied and pasted his name from Skyrim Wiki because in NO way would I memorize DAT NAME!

Thanks for pointing it out lol, I will copy and paste it from what you just wrote! LOL

THANK YOU all for the comments! I'm trying my best to catch the feeling of what's going on :D

His eyes opened and the clouds were spinning fast. They also looked blurry.

Sharp pain ran across his legs and neck, his tail ached greatly and all he wanted was to wrap his wings around him and sleep.

As confusion left him, the dovah felt solid ground underneath him. The memories from his dream came back as he shot up but immediately fell flat on his head. Everything seemed to be bigger, yet it all looked smaller at the same time.

Looking to his side, the dovah caught a fair skinned shoulder with his eye and screamed.

He could hear the wind hitting the mountain, the soft melody that many nights brought him to slumber. But he could not hear his scream.

His paws immediately grabbed his throat. Newfound fingers feeling soft skin. Letting go of the soft neck, he raised the hands and wiggled his fingers as he stared at them.

Paarthurnax sat there for half an hour, staring at his new hands.
Impossible.

Looking down from his hands he was greeted with a just as soft stomach, his fingers feeling the skin. It all felt so new to him. His legs were long and muscular. They were also slightly covered with dark, blond hair.

Making an effort to stand up, Paarthurnax fell down once more, but this time his knees stopped the hit. His legs felt wobbly. Breathing deep, the dovah pushed up once more finally succeeding in maintaining balance and not fall on his now human face.

The cold wind made him shiver and his arms instantly wrapped around his torso. His eyes widened in curiosity. That was a weird feeling, his new body moved almost on his own. Getting used to this new body was going to be an adventure on its own.

Turning around, the now man dared give a step fearing defeat by the wobbly legs. Paarthurnax gained confidence as nothing happened once he walked a couple of feet. The muscles on his legs were wrenching in pain, but nothing he could not endure.

As he neared the rocky pathway that leads to High Hrothgar, the dovah noticed his limbs were starting to tingle and hurt once more. As his hands rubbed his upper arms, he came to the conclusion that there was a reason why humans wore strange clothes around their bodies. The cold was making him go numb.

He was completely bare after all.

Walking down slowly, Paarthurnax wished for the traps he set when he was a fleshed dovah were no longer there. It would be impossible for him to go down and visit the Greybeards without his Thu’um.

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His toes touched the cold stone as he stood under the tall archway that led up to the Throat of the World. Closing his eyes in meditation, the dovah called upon the divines for everything to go as he planned.

Walking slowly towards the back doors, he gently placed his hand flat on the door and pushed with his arm. It all felt bizarre to him, but nothing he could not get used to. Walking in, the dovah closed it and made his way to the main area where the Greybeards usually get together to pray.

A loud crash was heard as cups rolled on the stony ground and some kind of liquid splattered around. Turning around, Paarthurnax stared at a shocked Arngeir.

This was going to be hard to explain.

Sitting on the steps, the dovah touched his now clothed knees as he waited for his apprentices to finish whispering within themselves. It was unnerving to think that he couldn’t explain himself. Arngeir has asked him to ‘write’ what he wanted to say, but he didn’t know how to do that; his fingers couldn’t even hold the quill he was given. Paarthurnax just hoped they would be kind enough to let him go and find his Dragonborn.

Arngeir approached him and stared at him incredulous. The old man had been confused but regained his composure immediately after, not wanting for him to find him in any way vulnerable. After that he was clothed and fed and then the monks gathered to discuss what was coming next.

He needed to go find her.

“We don’t know how you got here, or what you were doing out there completely nude. But there is nothing worth stealing and we can’t do anything with someone that doesn’t possess the ability to speak.”

Nodding, the dovah stood and walked towards what he assumed was the front of the monastery.

“I’ll see you again.” The old man said to his back.

Paarthurnax didn’t show his surprise when his lips curled into a smile as he walked away from the monk.

Cruel, cold air hit his face once more as he stepped out. He needed to figure out a way to find the Dragonborn as fast as he could; there is no more time to waste.

I'm so excited this prompt is actually being filled!
Please continue, soon!

Question:
Can i a sky why he doesn't want her to become a god or do we find that our later?
I'm anxious for the next update!

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