giratiine:

insedovah seeks distortion.

          _{^{this realm is not unlike sinnoh; frigid, mountainous, even beautiful as cackling fey might shout. but devoid of fellow creations this world was, inhabited by strange men and what the interloper can only assume are similar off-shoot. it is without kin here, ghoulish revelers no longer its entourage as it presses on alone. in the shadows of all does it lurk, only emerging in a glade’s pond to quench its thirst —— alone.}}

          _{^{luck does not often bless the renegade, and a thunderous beating of wings shatters its peace. golden crown arises from its drink, altered behemoth rearing some to gaze at that which intrudes on the intruder.}}

        »–› Lacking the restraints of time, the ageless creature was hardly confounded by anything Nirn had to provide him, so on this day when such assumptions were proven false there was no ounce in the black wyrm’s core that did not push him to investigate.

        Gliding swiftly down from the alabaster spotted sky, clawed toes outstretching on sturdy appendages to brace for impact over the crossing of a meager, shallow lake. Carmine eyes stared at the incredulous creature, their ever evident rage holstered beneath the scale plates poisoned with a soothing creep of curiosity. Whatever fauna had braved the presence of the unknown now fled, disappearing into the taiga expanse.

        “Los daar gein dov uv ni?”