giratiine:

giratiine:

          _{^{rage too claims the renegade’s sight, an acrimony deep-seated from its betrayal and subsequent banishment millenia ago; but the basilisk is not here to discuss betrayals with the great beast of the sky, whose scales seemed more abyssal than its own home realm. resolute it does not budge at the dark one’s approach, and ghastly claret regards him with the wary respect of a beast caught in another’s territory. the shadows were giratina’s to claim, but for the behemoth to flee is shameful.}}

          _{^{befitting the nature of the land he inhabits, he speaks a rough tongue but one nonsensical to giratina —— it acknowledges its greeting, but cannot return it.}}

          _{^{« I͔̮̠̐̋̐ ̠͈̖͋̕̚D̘̰͉̓̇͊O̧̘̯͗̑̕ ̧̭̩̀̌̒N̛̫͇̞̏͒Ȍ̱͙̳͋͝T̟͍̠͒̏͛ ̢̱̲̋͊͝B̻̜̫̀̾̈́E̻͕̮̾̋́L͈̫͕̅̍̒Ǫ̺̝̀̉͗Ń͚̻̳̿͌G̢̤͉̎̇̓ ̳͚͔̀͑̈́T̬̹̈́̓̆ͅŐ̧̩͖̊̓ ̝̬̟̂̔͋T͇͙͖̓̐͋H̥͕̳̅̎́I̠̥͕̓̒̓S̲͎̈́͗͐͜ ̻̞̪͐̅̐R̯̰̰̃̎̚Ē̯̥̺͝͝A̦̖͌͘͘ͅL̻̦͎̇̆̉M͍̝̜̌̃͝;̬̗̩͐̽̇ ̩̳̣̂͌̒Ȳ̧̠̗̉͛Ô͚̣̅̒͜Ṵ̭͚̋̈́͠R̛̝͓̦͂̓ ͔̮͖̇̏͂Ṣ̦͎̑̓̀P̠̰͙̎̉̓E͕͈̟͒̆͠È̖̗̙̋̚C͖͍͓͋̑͑H̫̣͗͝͝ͅ ̜̦͓̓͛̏I̺̥̜͛̚̕ ̢͉̤̾̄̎C̹̼̝̆̄̈́A̛̝̫͇̔̃Ñ͕͍̭̀̕Ṇ̺̱̄͆̊O̗̭̹̎́̇T̨̬̙̈́̾̅ ̗̪͑͛̀ͅU͎͖͍̇͒́N͔̱̮͊̒̍D̮̣̮͛̍̀Ĕ͔̬̼̿̒R̤͕̙̀̔͘S͍̩̓͊͜͠T̠̳̝̏̕͠Ả̧̛̟͇̓N̨̯͈̓͗̕D̡̮͖̔͂̆.͉͙̟̓͗̔ »}}

    »–› Every inch of the strange dragon caused the Son of Akatosh to itch with discomfort, wishing only to peel away the obsidian plates and scales so clinging to his hide protectively as to relieve himself of an unseen torture. Its hide was smooth, and its confirmation unsettling, save only for the cardinal orbs that peered out upon him, and a matching vocal imbued from darkness. Releasing tension from his hide, the nape of the dov stretched as he regarded the being with keen and piqued interest, prehensile talon upon winged phalanges gripping into new ground as the herculean god-dragon approached by a two strides.

    “Does this one communicate in Common tongue?”