The deity once again stilled his hand upon the gaze of the beast. He could feel it, those scanning eyes taking in each of his mannerisms. T’was an unsettling thing, it. Though upon words Thor began to clench his jaw. So this one had a sense of irony. Regardless, he had already tread too far to take any words or action back. The thunderer, would he turn his back, feared the fanged and smoldering retribution of the dragon. “Depends on your gods,” he growled back in return. Cerulean tiers narrowing upon the very visage of Alduin. Another step taken in approach of the acclaimed son of Akatosh. Boldness certainly was in his step, though he would not let such be the end of him.
In all truth, he did fear but then again he did not. Aye, it seemed this one capable of maiming and simply destroying but Thor held his face in the prophesy set before him. T’was not the World Eater that would be his demise, but the World Serpent. But even with this knowledge, the very thought of flesh meeting fire and the carnivorous maw was something that made him momentarily shudder. He could feel a sickening knot in his stomach forming. Regardless the fate, this day would not end well.
»–› Rumble sounded as skull snaked back, thoroughly impressed the golden locked god had taken yet another smug step forward, those icy orbs staring straight into their cardinal opposition. Spine arched, displaying the spines along the World Eater’s back in the most natural way dovah knew to intimidate, taloned phalange upon flight appendages clicking against the ground. For a moment, the creature only stared at the fellow god, until his twisted, glaring visionaries shricked as lids closed once.
“Dare I sense a challenge?”
Words resembling darkness fell from the maw, sneaking between the jagged obsidian fangs as easily as did the dripping of putrid saliva. Furnace worthy air blew from the dov’s nares into the face of the man, readjusting himself so that his skull lowered to the man’s height, palm sized fangs bore in a slightly agape maw.
ushirokara liked this