𝔄 𝔇ark ℭouncil | 𝒜lduin & 𝒮ylvanas

        »–› For some time did the World Eater travel through the skies, meandering like nothing more than a common dov, as if nothing were of importance and he held no prophecies of desolation and Armageddon upon him. Listening to the howls of the moaning winds above the weightless clouds as they drifted slowly through the expansive world of the atmos. Stars twinkle above, much to the tales descriptions, whilst colors of various shades danced along the skies from the not-so-far-off tundra lands of ice and waters. If anything, it was a comfortable night to take to the skies, and to squander the chance as to chase down more insignificant mortals didn’t bod well for the mighty dov. Gods could succumb to meager desires when they saw it fit.

        Light snow fell from above, thrown about his form but never falling upon it. In the chilled night, the dragon felt no sting or bite, but rather relished in the natural cool that attempted to seep into the thick, protective plates adorning his hide, the crude layers not serving only as trouble for enemies but natural purposes as well. Rolls of smoke snaked through the air as Alduin descended through the night clouds, a black oily shadow cast across the endless obsidian twilight.