𝔄rmageddon | 𝒜lduin & 𝒜riel
»–› It had been years. Decades. Centuries. Since a dragon had been seen upon Earth soil, let alone any other planet in expansive amount of galaxies. The reappearance of the Destroyer of Worlds had been, fortuanately, quiet. The dov had appeared suddenly, and seemingly without any form of warning, in England, found along a cold, foggy shoreline in the morning by a passerby on their morning jog. At first, he had thought the creature had perished on impact - the sands showed obvious traces of high speed collision, and the black scales were littered with tiny grains of sand in the crevices. The World Eater hardly remembered the sight of the nightfallen beach, though the reminence of salty sea air still danced weightlessly in his nostrils.
It was this blurry recollection that fueled the insatiable rage upon opening cardinal, pitless eyes to witness the magical barriers surrounding him, keeping him caged as if he were nothing more than a meager animal. Movements were groggy, despite the fire burning within. Every attempt he made to raise his skull, he could only drag it limply across the sheer, metal floor that glared up at him under the flourescent alabaster lighting. Everything was blindingly white, disorienting the already heavily sedated dragon. Growls fell from his throat as pitiful moans, as wings failed to find purchase for what seemed hours upon the flooring, sliding mercilessly, talons screeching in frustration against the surface. Tail would lift, move several inches in a random direction, before falling again onto the ground.
For a long time Alduin fought the joore’s potions in his system, and eventually, coming to a pathetic sit, propped barely up by his herculean wings, did he scan the faces of those beyond the blue, translucent walls. They were not human, nor were they argonian, elf, or khajiit. Strange sentients stared back at him, the little amount of humans staring with fear.
As coherency began winding gears in his head, several personel seemed to vanish through hidden doors, whilst others gaped in awe, and some still seemingly unphased by the massive creature in their contains. Boiling beneath, the dov new very well still the sea he’d seen briefly before, and this place smelled of strange toxins, and other fluids. He was not where he had been sent by the Elder Scroll, nor was he free. Craning back his neck, carmine eyes rolling across the joore upon the outers, his maw threw open, and an enraged bellow rang.
Sense of disorientation faded away, though a risidual slowness clung to his form as he hauled himself from the floor so he no longer resembled a lame dog. Another burst of furious cries shook the air inside the cage, causing some of the strange blue faced and two horned joore outside to grab onto counters or trays.
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