𝔉lower 𝔊irl | 𝒜lduin & 𝒜erith
»–› Alduin would go no further than Whiterun if necessary, and even these seemed to push the limits of his desires. Keeping himself at a distance from the treacherous Paarthurnax and the Greybeards kept the World Eater’s mind at ease, if it were ever to be such a way. In the presence of those whom betrayed him, Alduin held no mercy. Traitors, they deserved a traitor’s death, even if they were once the closest of allies.
Peering over the canopy of tir trees and over the vales surrounding Whiterun and the wretched Dragonsreach, carmine eyes scoured the indigo sillouhette of a mountain beyond, unsure of whether he wanted the faint signs of dragon flight to flicker through the heavily misted and cloud ridden peaks. Clinging to the mountains separating Riverwood from its counterparts, the black dragon kept silent, nearto in rivalry the lamenting mourner. The wafting of furnace breath was the only sound, and one had to be daringly close enough to witness. Momentarily eyes fell upon the roads below, pondering if a passerby may witness him and go fleeing to the jarl for aid.
Ha. If the joor thought his forces could stop the Son of Akatosh, let them come.
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