— it was very dull of her to get lost upon the lands she didn’t belong in, and yet this realm wasn’t her home, it was just a mere place where she was no one. But the simple question to how she got this lost wasn’t the type of question that’s going to be easy to answer ; even the forsaken Queen herself wasn’t sure how she’d gotten this lost. Again, the dark lady was dull, her actions were just as childish. As of this moment, she should be home with her people, bringing plagues upon other lands, to get back what is hers — or rather claim.
But as she walked within this maze, she noticed the light snow that fell from the sky, and despite how cold it might have been, she didn’t feel the cold wind ; she couldn’t feel anything. Controlling a body that is already dead was already bothersome, and yet she wished she could feel the cold wind caress her skin ; the goosebumps rushing upon her skin. She missed all of it, she missed the way rain drops hit upon her face, washing her guilt away upon crucial situations. And now, things were a lot different for her, she was no longer a graceful, beautiful high elf that she was before, she was a creature of the dead, a living dead being — she was a monster, and even she agreed on that.
And suddenly something caught her attention as she saw a fairly large shadow cast upon the ground. Quickly she tilted her head up, seeing the dragon, a creature that she had seen before ; of course she was surprised, but then again she wasn’t sure whether this creature was a violent one. And yet even the dragon was graceful as he freely flew above the ground, looking down upon any living creature below him.
»–› Had Alduin ever questioned his abilities, it would have been this night, though even with the wrinkle of a discrepancy was his intellect able to draw conclusions. The lone figure below, clad with gear and armor, walked lithely as an elf, though the presence of her soul was… disturbed. A tear in space, it seemed, detectable by the dov for he was one whom devoured such intangible things as to feed his everlasting hunger. She was not devoid of soul like the draugr of the deep depths, nor was she necessarily as pieced together as the living. Somewhere, this creature hung in a limbo.
Slowing he drew nearer, before passing and landing upon the open vales ahead her path, shaking his embodiment as to rattle his plates and scales from the journey, and relieve himself of irritations. Solid carmine eyes flicked to the woman as she continued her path. Holding himself with a potent regality, the beast did wait for the creature, this anomaly, to approach, and as she did come to earshot of his blackened, resounding voice flew.
