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     _{He stood tall but there was one thing he couldn’t ignore —- Alduin’s breath was absolutely horrendous and the last meal he had consumed was slowly rotting between his fangs as long as swords which made the warrior disgusted. A slight stagger occurred as the scandalous breath reached him alongside with the beats of the wings and another words in Dovahzul. He had to lie on this one —- the encounter they had would turn to a battle for sure if he confessed where he had actually learned the language since necessarily the fight wasn’t what he really wanted. He sure had now a burning passion for dragons that wanted to destroy the world and saw human kind as a lower rank after meeting that one near Riften… But…}

     _{He had read books of Dovahzul and had visited the Greybeards already since the call to him had come across Skyrim, yet as a hunter to both common animals and monsters he had his responsibilities and he couldn’t stay to learn any shouts. He stood there completely silent for a while, chanting the words in his head, trying to figure out a good way to say it, something that wouldn’t give a hint to the dark beast of the real way he had learned the tongue —- also, he tried to avoid fighting. Finally, he managed to speak out, his eyes cold like icicles glancing up to the dovah. “—-Zu’u los delah, duaniik.”}

        »–› Upon the icy stare of defiance and remark, the black dov halted the thrum of his membranous wings and slunk into the cold sod with such a heavy purchase the ground did shake beneath his claws and flurries of snow spiraled up into the closest atmos before falling back down weightlessly. The joor was avoiding the answer, he was dancing here. His stance, his processing time of thought. Nostrils flared, releasing ashen smoke columns that slowly ascended towards the gunmetal sky.

        Back arched, though skull lowered, a growl vibrating in the beast’s throat as ever glaring, carmine eyes watched the straw haired man, the clutch upon the hilt of his weapon ready to release the blade at any moment. A series of gruntled chuckles bounced through the twisted fangs as head snaked back away from the man, snapping once as to punctuation his amusement and continue into converation;

        ”Nok wah eiziid do Dinok ahrk verhask mok ol eyvir? Hinskaal.“