A series of different Fandoms, featuring some crossovers and just random ideas I've had that I never bothered writing into actual works.
Very Random & Disjointed. None are cannon or connected to any others unless they are as parts.
Context: Cassandra Lycansreap was the Dragonborn, not that it ever did her much good.
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Typically, on a sunny morning, the marketplace would be filled with bustling merchants hopeful to sell their wares, begging children displaced and scattered around, the odd few guards on patrol just waiting for someone to try something.
Today, the guards were tripled, and if not for the fact this was her only chance for the next few months, Cassandra would be far far away from the city already, a paranoia of crowds having built over the years spent as a nomad. For now, she walked amongst them, pack thrown over her shoulder as she set her sights upon the familiar traders she sold most often to.
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She dressed to blend in, but also to cover as many of her features as she could; an unfortunate thing she and her companion had discovered, white hair and purple eyes were unique to the royal family of this realm meaning she had to be extremely careful to keep unnoticed.
Daedra, and hadn't that been a thing to discover. The Realm was ruled by the Targeryen Family, white haired, purple eyed men and women who rode dragons, worshiped dragon gods.
One of the rather few consistencies between Tamriel and this world were that dragons existed, though they could not speak and were restricted to fire; the other was their Pantheons. Multiple religions, and yet neither she nor her godly companion had come across any form of higher entity, the only thing powerful enough to catch their attention, the sense of wrongness and danger to the north.
The Targeryens were considered the closest thing to gods, but even then, it was only their dragons that kept them in power. Cas had been surprised to note that they were fully mortal, mortal souled, single souled and fascinated by their similarity to her.
Alduin had found it disgusting, insisting that she was nothing like them. As Dragonborn, she was the soul of a dragon in human body, they simply had the magic of fire in their blood that allowed a dragon to feel bond to them.
Dragonborn and Dragonkin. Dragonkin were the Targeryens, able to hatch second generation dragons from eggs and bond with them, they were to ride dragons and fight with them.
First Generation dragons were those born direct from Akatosh, demigods and gods in their own right.
The Dragonborn were the ultimate dragon killers, holding the soul of a dragon in themselves and the ability to shout and breath power like the Dov did. A true demigod, immortal souled.
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She shook herself out of it, pushing on the door to slip inside the marked building, depositing her satchel on the counter.
