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F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (7/?)
Date: 2012-09-10 09:05 am (UTC)With the others freed the Dovakiin returned to the cell in which the male prisoner was hanging. He was grumbling now, despite the gag keeping his voice quiet. It made her wonder just what sort of answers the chief was expecting with a prisoner gagged. And the man had indeed been insistent about asking what the bound male was. She hadn’t really thought of it until now, but as she stood directly in front of the open door to that cage, looking at the male strung up within she could actually see why the bandit was confused. The man did look odd, even blindfolded as he was.
His skin was very pale, more so than even a Nord or a Breton. More white than anything, that would have been odd enough, if not for the hair that was black as an ebony blade and unfashionably long. His ears appeared to be peaked where they poked through the fall of it, but not so much as a regular elf. And the build, it wasn’t right. The body looked tall, taller than she was but not as lithe as mer males. This man had wide, muscular shoulders and a breadth of chest that made him look like he was crossbred with a dremora. Frankly, she was beginning to wonder how the bandits had managed to capture him, because he did not look like a common trader.
Didn’t have the temperament of one either. She could feel his growing impatience, and at last she cut through the gag and blindfold, taking him in fully for the first time. The bit about being crossed with a dremora held ever more true as she looked at his face. His face was broad, but harshly sculpted and severe, eyes ever so slightly tilted and a red that off a dunmer startled her a bit. Somehow the red eyes framed in thick dark lashes, the other’s gaze boring hard into her had the Dovahkiin very unsettled. She… really wasn’t sure what he was either.
But his gaze seemed to soften as he looked around, that crimson gaze scanning the room and spotting the bandit chief dead. To that he smiled, and the Dragonborn didn’t know why it struck her as oddly sharp, and a little feral.
“Oh, my thanks,” the voice was deep and dark, and utterly unmistakable. It made the Dragonborn’s blood go cold.
Before she was even conscious of it her dagger was pressed against his throat, his narrowed gaze glaring into his as she snarled his name, “Alduin.” She didn’t know how, or why, but that voice was totally unique in this world. Its shouts had burned her flesh, pushed her, tried to crush her under a shower of stone and fire… no, she knew who this was, even if nothing about his being in human form made any sense. “You are dead!” she shouted at him, a scream of force that sent the large body crashing against the bars, held up only by the bonds at his wrists.
The red gaze looking back snarled, but looked frightened and puzzled, “what are you talking about?!” Somehow, impossibly the large man looked frightened, but not so much that he didn’t press further. “What do you know? How do you know me?”
“How could I not know you? Alduin…World-Eater. You will not get another chance to destroy this world. I killed your dragon form in Sovngarde, and kill the human one here!”
The bound male hissed through his teeth, still reeling from the shock of being slammed against the cage bars. He panted, and while the Dragonborn seethed, she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t even trying to fight back. The Alduin she knew would never take such threats from a human, from anyone. Of course, the Alduin she knew would no doubt rather be vanquished than appear as a human.
That doubt, it stayed her hand. She readjusted her grip on the blade pressed to the too white flesh, and she watched a sharp line of red well under the cut. She was looking at that small slice, and it drew her eyes to his broad shoulders, to the stark purpling of bruises, then down to more cuts, larger than the ones she’d made. It reminded her that she was here on a rescue.
“I do not know you, female. And I don’t know how you know me. I…I only remember waking up next to the shrine, I found the road and walked right into these bandits. Before… before I don’t know. Will you tell me?”
Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (7/?)
Date: 2012-09-11 06:29 am (UTC)Only one question: you may havementioned, but I can't remember: what race is the pc?
A!A
Date: 2012-09-12 02:06 am (UTC)Re: A!A
Date: 2012-09-12 07:21 am (UTC)Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (7/?)
Date: 2012-09-12 12:25 am (UTC)Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (7/?)
Date: 2012-09-13 05:22 pm (UTC)