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Dragonborn - Dragon-like Tendencies
Date: 2012-07-20 08:57 am (UTC)This prompt can be taken in any light you want to see it in - it could be crack, angst, gen, smut (somehow)...let your minds go crazy. The Dragonborn can be of any race, gender and sexuality you please, and with any partner, should you choose to include romance, but it's not necessary to do so.
This was a thought I had throughout the whole of my most recent Skyrim playthrough, and I thought I might see if anyone found it interesting enough to write about.
FILL "Joor Kaal? Joor Qahnaarin?" 1/?
Date: 2012-07-21 12:09 am (UTC)xxx
It was a sunny day in Windhelm, a relative rarity for the city. The inhabitants went about their daily business, whilst Ulfric Stormcloak plotted within his keep.
Aeyla was happy. The sun was shining, the smell of sea-water was rich in the air, and the seemingly ever present blustering wind that gave the city its name had finally died down. The breton could not think of a place she would rather be.
She was particularly glad of the chance to relax for not 2 days past she had been in a fight for her life, against the strongest dragon she had ever faced. She had defeated the great beast at length, and had taken a startlingly large amount of glee in the absorbance of its soul.
At the start, she had been alarmed and wary of the soul taking, and had only recently began taking any sort of pleasure in it. The very fact that she was taking any joy was worrying, and she had resolved to take a few days in the enjoyably chilly city to relax.
The peace was broken as a loud cry emanated from the docks. Curious, Aeyla strode down, and the sight she beheld froze her veins.
Five or six Altmer children, no more then eight or nine winters old each, were shackled and bound together. Several Nords surrounded them, jeering and bullying the children towards the direction of the keep.
Something in Aelya snapped. What honor was there in this? What man called himself a warrior for doing this? She strode forward, words barking out of her mouth.
"Bronne!"
The soldiers turned as one towards her.
"Aam? Fahliil Kirre Aar? This is how Pruzaan Kaalle of the Bronne Krif Kein? Where is Zini? Nid Ahkrini, Nid Kahi?"
One of the soldiers leered at her.
"What kinda speech is that, doesn't sound like common to me. Maybe we got ourselves an elf spy here!"
Aeyla silenced him with a glare that had scared trolls.
"Sahlo Joore, Wahlaan Slen Ahrk Qeth. Bovul Bron, Wah Juni. Tell him if I see this Vul again, I will become Bron Kriid, and his rebellion will be Daanik."
The soldiers ran, and Aeyla set about freeing the children. It was only when one of them gasped and pointed at her eyes that she realized she had no idea what she ahd just said. She ran to the water and looked in.
Two yellow, slitted eyes stared back at her.
xxx
Yeah, I kinda got too into the Dovanese bit and the rest of the story was lame. Hope i got the idea across, OP.
A!A here (translations)
Date: 2012-07-21 12:17 am (UTC)OP Here!
Date: 2012-07-21 03:31 am (UTC)I'm really excited to see where you're going with this, A!Anon. It's got my interest piqued. I'll patiently wait for an update. :D
FILL "Joor Kaal? Joor Qahnaarin?" 2/?
Date: 2012-07-21 01:00 pm (UTC)xxx
Aeyla prided herself on being calm. As a novice mage back in her home of High Rock, she had learned the hard (and painful) way that emotions and fire did not mix well.
Even so, she was hard pressed not to scream in horror at the slitted visage that gazed back at her in the relatively calm waters of the bay.
What on Nirn was happening to her? Was this some curse of Alduin, or was this the inevitable result of an immortal soul packed into a mortal cage?
Her anxious musings were cut short as a courier approached her.
"Um...Dragonborn, ma'am?"
She squinted at him, trying to hide her eyes.
"How do you know who I am?"
"Jarl Ulfric wishes to see you, ma'am."
Great. Now that insufferable Jul Thur wished to see her. Aeyla felt the beginnings of that indescribably deep and ancient pull rise up in her stomach. Rather than push it away, she instead embraced it. To stand face to face with the leader of the Bronne would take more then just mortal courage, particularly if the rumours of him possessing the Thu'um were true.
xxxx
As Aeyla entered the hall, head held high and shoulders straight, she could see the whispers of the stormcloak officers begin. She caught a few of them.
"A woman? A Breton woman is the Dragonborn?"
Idiots. She had no time for their whispers, her eyes, still yellow and slitted, staring straight into those of Ulfric.
She came to a stop roughly 10 feet from his chair, with him still slouched arrogantly in it.
His voice boomed out.
"So,you're the Dragonborn? Yes, I remember you on that cart...hmph. Dragonborn or not, I hear you caused a disturbance amongst my men earlier."
Seriously? he was bothering someone like her over this? She had expected a feast, an admittance of inferiority, a concession of some sort. Did this Jul not know to whom, to what he was speaking?
"Aam? Lost Daar Pah? Ask Kendovi Se Nii. Vodreh Tinvaak Wahi."
She inwardly laughed as the hall grew silent and Ulfric's eye began to twitch.
"Why don't you try saying that again, in the language of this land."
"Niid. Losti Unslaad Sil. Kosi Joorre. Losti Honaan Thu'um. Nisu Hon Rottei?"
He stood now, all pretence of civility gone.
"You are in MY hall, and you will speak MY tongue!"
"Geh, Tinvaaki. Joor Tinvaak. Thu'umi Nid, Bron Thur, Noki. Unt Wah Ahraani, Sahloi."
With a wordless cry of rage, Ulric stepped forward, drawing his sword.
Fus
The word, barely whispered, escaped her lips. Ulfric flew back as if hit by a troll, crashing against the stone seat of his throne.
Her blood sang. This was the best the Joor could do? This was the man who claimed the thu'um?
She whirled around, to the men and women who were moving as if stuck in marshland. She would not kill them, not today. A warning should suffice.
Yol
A wall of fire sprang forth as she turned in an arc, halting their advance. As she ran from the hall, ran from the city in a whirl of snow and swords, she thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, Alduin was on to something.
Joor sure were fun to mess with.
A!A again (translator timez)
Date: 2012-07-21 01:11 pm (UTC)translations:
Jul Thur:
Aam? Lost Daar Pah? Ask Kendovi Se Nii. Vodreh Tinvaak Wahi.:
Niid. Losti Unslaad Sil. Kosi Joorre. Losti Honaan Thu'um. Nisu Hon Rottei?:
Geh, Tinvaaki. Joor Tinvaak. Thu'umi Nid, Bron Thur, Noki. Unt Wah Ahraani, Sahloi :
Y'all should know Fus and Yol.
Captcha: complete exitice. A very complete exit onto the ice, indeed.
Re: A!A again (translator timez)
Date: 2012-07-22 08:26 am (UTC)A!A lapping up praise here (also MASSIVE TECHNICAL EXPLANATION)
Date: 2012-07-22 02:25 pm (UTC)Good lord but I'm like a crabby ol' english teacher but for Dov-tinvaak instead.
Glad ya like it. Check back today or tommorow (2 days from now at latest) for an update.
Possible author here...
Date: 2012-07-21 09:24 pm (UTC)first A!A here
Date: 2012-07-21 10:03 pm (UTC)Re: Possible author here...
Date: 2012-07-23 02:10 am (UTC)FILL: "Joor Kaal? Joor Qahnaarin?" 3/?
Date: 2012-07-23 11:32 pm (UTC)Shit. Shitshitshitshit.
By the Nine, what had she done?!
She had insulted and attacked the leader of the stormcloack rebeelion in his own keep.
To top it off, She had used that language again, that strange, growling language she had heard Mirmulnir speak.
A moment of panic gripped her. Was this the fate of the dragonborn? To slowly become more and more dragon-like themselves, as they devoured the souls of their distant kin? She idly thought of herself with wings and giggled. it would save time traveling, for certain.
A few minutes went by, and Aeyla found herself relaxing. So what if she became more dragonlike? It wasn't as if being a Joor had done her any favors. She also found herself becoming not horrified by the use of the Dov-Tinvaak, but intrigued. Maybe, if she spoke it, the dragons would cease their persistent attacks on her?
xxx
Four days later, near the border of the Rift, she got her chance.
A few farmers she had spoken to were convinced a dragon was roosting in a nearby cave. The guards stationed near the farm had apparently refused to believe it, so Aeyla readily agreed to go investigate.
As she approached the cave, she began feeling a slight burn in her stomach. It wasn't painful, but it was insistent, as if something inside her was trying (rather feebly) to get out. Finally reaching the lip of the cave, Aeyla looked around, making sure none of the farmers had tried to follow her out of curiosity, and got ready to say something.
Nothing came. What was she supposed to say? What was Dov for "Hi, please don't kill me?" The burning intensified suddenly, and she found her head filled with the knowledge she needed. She took hold of the feeling, as she had done in Windhelm, and strode into the cave.
"Drem Yol Lok!, Dovah!"
A moments silence, then a reply.
"Drem Yol Lok, Briinah."
The dragon ambled forward, eyes trained on the form of the Breton.
"Joor? Niid...Dovahkiin. Kosi Het Wah Kriii, Dovahkiin?"
"Nid, Zeymah. Hindi Tinvaak Wahi."
Minutes passed by. Aeyla began to grow nervous had begun preparing her magic for an attack when the dragon spoke again.
"Miinleinaak, Briinah."
She rolled the phrase out on her tongue. Eye-World-Guide...was that his name?
She pointed at herself.
"Aeyla." Then she pointed at him. "Miinleinaak."
The dragon snorted, which Aeyla interpreted as amusement.
"Geh, Miinleinaak. Tinvaaki Wahi, Ai-la? Se?"
"Naaki Sil, Dovaani. Vojoor."
Miin (as she had immediately nicknamed him internally) was silent for a good ten minutes, at least. Aeyla had sat down and idly began humming to herself by the time he spoke again.
"Paarthurnax Fent Mindok."
"Paarthurnax?"
"Geh, Fin Wuth Gein. Siivi Lein Strunmah."
World mountain? The throat of the world? Aeyla cursed herself. She knew she should have gone to see the greybeards first!
She turned to leave, calling out behind her,
"Drem, Miinleinaak."
"Drem, Dovahkiin. Vohindi Diri."
The smile Aeyla had upon leaving the cave could have lit up all of Solitude.
and done. No action, just talk. lotsa translation notes inbound.
A!A w/translations.
Date: 2012-07-23 11:45 pm (UTC)Drem Yol Lok, Briinah :
Joor? Niid...Dovahkiin. Kosi Het Wah Kriii, Dovahkiin? :
Nid, Zeymah. Hindi Tinvaak Wahi. :
Geh, Miinleinaak. Tinvaaki Wahi, Ai-la? Se? :
Naaki Sil, Dovaani. Vojoor :
Paarthurnax Fent Mindok :
Geh, Fin Wuth Gein. Siivi Lein Strunmah. :
Drem, Dovahkiin. Vohindi Diri :
yeah I totally copied the Arishok's phrase from DA2 for that last one.
Re: A!A w/translations.
Date: 2012-07-25 08:06 am (UTC)And I thought I recognized that last line. :)
Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-06 03:25 am (UTC)--
It started with the eyes; the faintest gleam of yellow in that familiar glare, lurking somewhere behind the milky white of his damaged irises, a bare hint of hunger in the way they narrowed that hadn't been present before. The Listener has always been dangerous, even before he took on the role, even back on the dirt road north of Whiterun when first they met (long ago, now, before the Night Mother spoke, before there sudden purpose and then betrayal, broken tenants, running again, fleeing once more into the darkness. Alone, cast out, cast away. Poor Cicero, who lay laughing, listening to the clash of steel drawing closer, expecting to leap up and dance his way into the Void. Cicero, sweet Cicero, who felt instead the flutter of a healing spell sinking into his bones and the weight of a bare hand on the back of his neck, the whisper of lips against his ear. Keeper, he'd called him. Brother.).
Cicero remembers the way Volanare had looked back then, with a face half-hidden by his cowl, wary in that way that wolves get when they encounter their own kind. Smiling, though, lips pulled taut and crooked in a manner that hinted at the flash of teeth. It's a face – an expression – that he's familiar with now, knows as well as his hands know the handle of a knife, and Cicero may be mad but he's as observant as any assassin – more so, even – and he spends more time with the Listener than any of them. This isn't mere bloodlust, to which the two of them are both so very intimately acquainted (the palpable rush of heat, the feel of muscle stretching, the song a blade makes as it moves through air and skin and the crack of it finding bone – the shiver of music moving through him, the laughter, the dancing, the joy of it). It's something bigger, something so much more, and Cicero doesn't know quite what it is but he likes it all the same.
And it keeps growing brighter with every dragon they bring down.
"Listener," he says, two inches away from Volanare's chest and peering up, his grin a white slash across a blood-splattered, smoke-streaked face. Cicero is growing used to tackling dragons, knows where to stick his knives, knows how to duck and twirl and sever membrane to keep it on the ground – but he maybe (incredibly) likes this part more, right after it's beaten down to blood and it's bones begin to smoke and crackle. Likes the way the Listener's lips draw back against his teeth, how his eyes narrow, how when the dragon's soul swirls through the air around him Volanare makes a sound, low in his throat, deeper than a growl, and curls his gauntleted fingers around the back of Cicero's neck.
Presses their foreheads together, so close Cicero can see, quite clearly, how yellowed his eyes have become, how fiercely inhuman. "Brother," Volanare calls him, in a voice that makes the air shiver, that rumbles down the back of his spine. Something heavy, protective, possessive too it, his fingers tightening, the metal biting into the back of Cicero's neck just above his armor, and Cicero laughs, suddenly, freely, pulled too close to dance but moving his body all the same. "The dragon is dead!" he sings, and then giggles, stilling in Volanare's grip and dropping his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Listener has eaten him!"
Volanare draws his head back, laughing, even as he pulls him closer, fingers slipping from his neck to curl comfortably about his shoulder and draw him into an embrace. "I did not eat him, brother," he says, and Cicero shrugs, fingers smearing blood across Volanare's cheek as he reaches up, traces the arch of a prominent cheekbone and presses one finger to the Listener's temple.
"Cicero thinks the Listener did," he says, grinning. "But faithful Cicero will not say a word."
Re: Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-06 10:35 pm (UTC)If you were ever to write more in this universe, dear A!A, this passerby would be very pleased to read it!
Re: Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-06 11:20 pm (UTC)There will most certainly be more written about these two - they have an interestingly co-dependent relationship (which seems to be getting more possessive as time goes by), and it's just too much fun to write.
Re: Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-08 02:17 am (UTC)Re: Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-08 03:26 am (UTC)Re: Fill - M!DB/Cicero - Devour.
Date: 2012-08-20 12:29 am (UTC)3RD A!A interested! XD
Date: 2012-08-07 02:26 am (UTC)[FILL] Soothing Embrace 1/?
Date: 2012-08-07 03:38 am (UTC)~
Soothing Embrace
Drying the sweat from his forehead, Vilkas couldn’t help but to smile at the feeling of a good workout with his brother. It had been only a day since he got back from his last assignment, but that didn’t stop the twin to want to try the new weapon he got during his travel.
“Farkas, I’m beat. I think I’m off to take a shower and rest for a while.” With that, the man retreated into the mead hall, down the corridor and to the bath room.
Once inside warm water and soap, Vilkas took his time to let his muscles truly relax. It has been over three months since he’s last seen the small Dragonborn and he wanted to be presentable for when she gets here. He missed her bright, green eyes and her soft blond hair, also the smell of clean air that always followed her. She was definitely something else.
Once done and up in his room, the twin chose to keep his armor off for the rest of the day, sit on his bed and read a book. Before he even opened the cover, commotion caught his attention and he decided to check it out.
As he looked out of his room, he saw a blur of blond hair and fair skin run by and door closing with a loud bang.
Something wasn’t right.
Walking towards the room that used to belong to Kodlak, Vilkas stopped and knocked twice. As he got no respond, the man grabbed the handle and pushed it wide open. The main room was void of life, but he could hear deep sobs coming from behind the door that leads to the bedroom.
“Theia, did something happen?” The twin asked with a voice filled with concern. The Dragonborn was very young and somewhat childish, but this was unusual. The girl was tough no matter what was happening and it worried Vilkas too much by thinking someone did something inappropriate to her.
Wanting to give her respect, Vilkas stood there in silence waiting for an answer but never got one. It was starting to make him restless.
[FILL] Soothing Embrace 2/?
Date: 2012-08-07 03:39 am (UTC)With a push, the door opened revealing a young maiden sitting in the far corner of the room. Her eyes and face as red as a snowberry, her arms around her legs as she cradled them tightly to her chest. It was a heartbreaking scene he did not want to repeat, and very much wanted to go away.
Walking towards her and sitting next to the young warrior, Vilkas didn’t think twice about putting his arm around her small shoulders and hugging her to him.
“I can’t do this anymore…” She whispered between sobs and through tears. Her voice was soft and shaky, almost as if a child were saying this. Yet, not too far from the truth; she was only nineteen but her spirit was from a much older being.
“Why?” His voice rumbled on the side of her face and it made her relax somewhat. It was a progress in the twin’s eyes.
Shaking her head, the imperial moved away from his chest and stared right into his silver eyes.
“This Dragonborn thing, I can’t take it anymore. I hear voices inside my head all the time.” She closed her eyes and fresh tears started to run down her cheeks once more, making Vilkas’s chest tight. He loved this girl; he didn’t want to see her scared or upset like this.
“What do you mean?” His rough hands touched the softness of her cheeks and removed tear trails.
“And I want to kill all the time, I see people and I don’t need to… but I want to. I need to see blood, to smell it. And the more souls I take, the more I want—” Despite his rough exterior, Vilkas’s lips felt velvety soft against her own. He could tell by the look in her eyes as hi silenced her.
[FILL] Soothing Embrace 3/?
Date: 2012-08-07 03:39 am (UTC)“Calm down, breathe and tell me what’s going on.” Her shoulders dropped slowly, her eyes going towards the floor. It took her couple of minutes to pull it together, but Vilkas was willing to wait as long as it took.
“This whole soul absorbing thing is changing who I am.” Her voice broke, but tears didn’t fall this time.
“You wish to stop?” Vilkas asked, looking into her eyes and trying to figure out more about what she was feeling. Just hearing her voice makes him want to bring all those dragons down and finish them himself. It may not be impossible, but the fact is, he can’t keep them from resurrecting.
“I just… I don’t want this voices or the need of blood… and I’m sick and tired of hearing this dialect I don’t even know what it is but I just seem to understand what it means.” Rubbing her eyes, Theia looked down in shame, lips trembling.
“I have an idea, go get cleaned up and in your sleeping clothes. Meet me in my room once you’re ready.” With that, the twin stood up and grabbed the imperial’s hand on his, pulling her up.
With a smile, both parted ways.
~
As he waited for her, Vilkas couldn’t help but to think about what the Dragonborn is supposed to be. He’s read many books about the legends and such, but never has he run into a manual that tells you how to be one and how to deal with the side effects of it. Having the knowledge he has, he could understand how confused the girl felt.
[FILL] Soothing Embrace 4/?
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