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Just so no one is confused, time in Alduin's Realm is non-existent. So what felt like a day for him, six months passed in Skyrim... And this is from Alduin's perspective so you're as confused as he is.
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The aurora was whispering its secrets to the night when Alduin eventually returned to Skyrim, singing softly as it was want to do. He enjoys the song. The sleeping titan that was the Throat of the World, Monahven to him, rumbled in sleep, ever dormant despite the fire brewing within. They were both the main reason Alduin preferred Skyrim to anywhere else.
The volcano that slept within the mountain was the largest and would destroy Nirn if it erupted. It made the Sahqo-Strunmah, the Red Mountain, into a dwarf. That lava flowed beneath the rock had long ago been forgotten by all, except Time and himself. His memory was long and never ending. Always flowing, always moving.
Wings cut through the air, silent to all but him. He raised his head from the ground, his tail slid lazily across the floor as the wind, ever an ally, brought the scent of Odahviing to him. How long had he been away? Had an Age passed? Time does not exist in Helvete.
Scales flare along his thick hide as the Ice Hunter lands close to him on the platform in Skuldafn. The red head lowers, the blue eyes remain downcast. The stink of man clings to the burgundy scales and Alduin ponders if her scent clings to his scales. The heavy heart pumps normally.
" We are being slaughtered ," Odahviing says slowly. This surprises Alduin, he remains silent as he waits for the other dragon to continue, " A Dragonborn walks amongst man ."
He remains unmoving as he continues to stare at Odahviing. This was not a coincidence. He opens his mouth to let black smoke escape between his teeth. She must have escaped the Ashpit. Malacath. He growls, the sound low in his chest, annoyed and something else... He does not dwell on this. His heart beats one beat faster, he stifles it, forcing it to remain staid.
" A female ?" It is his only question. He knows the answer.
" Yes ," Odahviing raises his head, " She hunts us mercilessly ."
His red eyes narrow and he stretches his wings. The Dragonborn was trying to get his attention. She had it. He stands to his feet and bares his teeth at his subordinate. Odahviing lowers his head and does not move until Alduin opens his wings.
He jumps into the air and moves silently until he is above the clouds. His black shadow hidden by the clouds. His eyes scan beneath him, looking for that white aura that marked her apart from everything else.
He roars loud and clear for all to hear. He does not stifle his voice as he calls. His eyes close as he focuses on the auras beneath him. He listens for the mortal coil that is her life. He will find her, there is no where in Skyrim she can hide from him.
There.
His eyes snap open. Ancient's Ascent.
Blood pumps through his wings. He drops into a deadfall. He does not make a sound as he cuts through the thick layer of clouds. He spreads his wings as soon as he sees the ground.
Time slows as he descends and the scene below unfolds in clarity. It does not surprise him that her white light flares brightly. Another has fallen at her blade. He can see the skin and scales disintegrating still. The Word Wall sings behind her, calling the faithful to itself.
He opens his jaws and roars again. She answers. She does not Shout like a dragon, rather she roars like an Orc. A primitive sound. At him. He growls, his eyes narrow. He soars over her head. He tilts his body, circles around and lands with the Word Wall at his back. She is facing him.
She is different than before. He is confused as to why that is. Her fur gear is still in Helvete, left where she had tossed it in his realm. He had thrown her into the Ashpit naked, yet bloody Orcish armour adorns her now. Her weapons have also changed to Orcish swords. They glow in her hands. Enchanted. He cares not with what.
He roars at her, spreads his wings and his talons dig into the ground. His black aura surrounds him, surrounds her. She raises one blood-covered blade in his direction, fearless, pointing at him directly with the tip of her sword. His eyes narrowed to mere slits. A challenge. He accepts.
His mouth opens and he Shouts Fire Breath at her. The very snow melts beneath her feet and a Daedric artifact is thrust up. Spellbreaker. How much time has passed since he tossed her in the portal? This also surprises him as is her steady advancement towards him. Brave. A whisper in the back of his mind.
Teeth snap shut in surprise when Spellbreaker is smashed into his face, stunning him briefly. Her shoulders are on fire from his Shout, she does not react. She roars at him again, and again she does not use her Voice. She acts nothing like the dragon she is.
He gives his head a shake. His teeth part. She is slashing at him with her sword. It does not damage him but it is not her actions that still his attack but her words.
"I knew I'd find you if I killed enough dragons!" she snarled at him, raking her blade along his snout. Her arousal wafts towards him, but so does wrath and adrenaline. She is still in the throws of pleasure from the previous kill.
He had known she had been looking for him but to have her confirm it surprises him again. He does not like it. These constant surprises. He raises his head out of striking range. She runs beneath him, slashing as she goes. She does him no harm, her enchanted sword matters for naught against his void black scales.
He growls and slams his weight in the ground, causing the earth to shake and sending her crashing to the ground. Her sword falls from her fingers. He growls. He flares the spikes on his tail and spins in place. She rolls beneath as he knew she would, avoiding it easily. She is fast, he likes her speed.
His eyes narrow as she stands in front of him again, shield raised, waiting for the next Shout attack. She is advancing towards him again, staying in his face. He opens his mouth, lunges forward. Teeth snap shut on nothing as she rolls beneath his throat to grab her fallen sword.
He slams his body into the ground again, she rolls away, avoiding him completely. He snarls. He tires of this game. He roars, calling for the portals from space. The sky swirls and changes colour, from the white and blue to swirling yellows and greys. He hears her gasp as meteors appear from above and begin raining down all around them.
"It was you," he hears her whisper suddenly. His eyes narrowed as she stopped moving, her eyes wide as they stare at the sky and then towards him. His tail slides slowly against the snow.
He raises his head and does not move as the meteors fall all around him. They will not hit him for he knows where they will land. She raises Spellbreaker over her head and dives out of the way of the burning rocks. Trees crack, rocks explode, snow melts. The sky swirls again and returns to normal. Flames and black smoke surround them.
She is standing in front of him now, her eyes wide, her sword lowered, the shield as well. Her heart is beating frantically in her chest, he can hear the blood pumping quickly through her veins. Her tusk moves.
" Yes ." He knows she speaks of the human construct he destroyed. She recognizes him now.
His eyes flash. She finally understands.
