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I know I said would do the main quest line, but (RANT START HERE) I have to be honest, Bethesda gave me nothing to work from (Like fucking nothing, which is why such a delay on this chapter). Seriously all he does is resurrects dragons while DB gathers Elder Scrolls (they fucked him up way back when, you'd think he'd jump on that, but nooooo, anyways digressing), and kills his dragons left right and center (he does not retaliate -.-), and gets stronger etc. He is portrayed as so super cocky that it is stupidity (the ignoring the power of the Elder Scrolls thing really bugs me lol). Not only does he only attack Helgen, but it's not even a big city, he does not make his presence known much after the Helgen attack - and for a bad guy intent on ruling Skyrim he doesn't make much of an effort. He doesn't do anything to Paarthurnax at all, except fight him with DB. So I am kicking lore out the window now and making Alduin into a fucking bad guy who does more than just resurrects dragons throughout the game and is worthy of being a fucking dragon god. Hope you guys like my interpretation :) Rant is done now.
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Paarthurnax was sleeping close to his Word Wall when Alduin landed. He did not try to silence his descent and his brother started awake, the ground shaking.
Pale, glowing grey eyes were looking at him passively. There was no fear, merely a resigned aura about his younger sibling that was easily detected.
"Alduin ." He chose to remain silent for a while longer. There was centuries between them. It was Paarthurnax that Time had ravaged. Broken spikes, cracked scales and teeth, damaged wings. " The Dragonborn comes."
Red eyes narrow and smoke escapes from his nostrils. He nods his great head once. "Yes," he agreed. The first words uttered between them in millennia.
"The wheel turns," Paarthurnax continued, his voice steady.
He nods again but remains silent. Pale, grey eyes stare back at him intently. He demands no fealty, no throat. It is not necessary, Paarthurnax knows already he is bested and can not escape. There is no competition here.
The aura of his brother begins to wavers beneath his constant stare. "Come you for my soul?"
He would have smiled, but dragons can not smile. Instead he chuckles, the hollow sound low and slow. "No ." A burst of smoke escaped from Paarthurnax's snout, the air visible in the Skyrim cold. " I come for the Dragonborn."
"They are not ready for you." He keeps his grey eyes on red.
Alduin remained silent, his eyes narrowing on his brother. He eventually spoke, "Loyalty is owed." He was approaching his sibling deliberately, methodically.
"You are not King." Paarthurnax grunted as he stepped onto his head and neck. He had not anticipated the move and found himself pinned beneath Alduin's larger back leg, his claws digging into the rock beneath.
"There are fates worse than death, brother," Alduin's voice rumbled from over him, the darkness about him increasing just enough to envelop the fallen Paarthurnax. The grey scales flare and shudder uncontrollably.
Paarthurnax wisely chose to remain quiet. Alduin was Skyrim's only ruler. It would be seared into the mind of the people soon. His dragons had already begun reclaiming their lairs and treasures.
