An ungodly shriek sounded loud and high, joined with sound of its wings slicing through the air. It sent a chill down her spine and caused her to freeze instantly, like a deer in sudden danger. The forest, teaming with life and sound just seconds before, went swiftly silent.

Her muscles tightened instinctively and her breath caught her throat as her eyes jumped to the dark, cold, grey sky. But it was already gone.

Certainty settled into her mind, the hunt was on. The only question that stood; who was the predator and who was prey? Two roles that would stay unclear and undecided until the final moment. It was certainly hunting her, but this prey would not go quietly nor easily into Oblivion.

Her ears perked up immediately. Keenly waiting and listening, but she sat in absolute silence. An eerie stillness only broken by the dull breeze - unafraid of what traveled in its winds - gently brushing the branches of the pines that tower above her. The quietness only disturbed by the rough, yet fluid flowing of the stream nearby. Only the elements stayed calm with danger soaring near.

Her eyes were attentive, cautious and alert. She watched closely. Her eyes scanning warily the grey and cloudy, sky. Not a bird in the air; all had vanished. Not an animal in sight; all had hidden. Everything knew what lurked nearby; and so did she.

Her heartbeat quickened, adrenaline and endorphins seeping into her blood stream. Her hot breath coming faster, turning to steam in the chilled air. But what gripped at her heart was anticipation, rather then fear. She wasn't petrified, as she knew she should be; nervous maybe, but not afraid.

A trait born within her, as she was told.

The scream rang out again, echoing fast and powerful through the damp air. It seemed to be everywhere. Her eyes darted from one corner of the horizon to the next, scanned the entirety of the sky as fast as they could move, her head twisting and her body following suit as she frantically tried to catch sight of it.

But as her eyes searched for the origin of the signature call she only caught a glimpse of the tail of the monster, before it vanished above the tree line.

The tail appeared black, long, spiked and sharp. Definitely a fire-breather. She was oddly relieved by the notion. It's too cold already.

Her hand, clad in a steel and leather gauntlet, went to her back. Molding carefully around the hard, cold metal of her sword and lifting it from its sheath. The quiet, metallic whine of the blade against its casing as it was pulled free, sounding strangely comforting to her ears. She lowered it to hover carefully at her side, tightly in her grip.

An enormous shadow raced across the white, snow-covered ground at an unimaginable speed. The only warning before its monstrous form slammed hard into the ground, shaking the earth beneath her. She leaped away, her feet springing her only a few feet back - barely enough avoid the monstrous creature as it landed hard onto the ground. The earth underneath her shook, but she stood firm. Its wings closed around it as it absorbed the shock of the landing, creating a vortex of wind and sending a flurry of dirt and snow into the air, surrounding it. Concealing it from her sight.

She coughed quietly and blinked away the debris, her eyes burning slightly, and she squinted to try and see what the cloud of white and brown hid. Her grip instinctively tightening even more around the leather grip of her steel sword, making her hand turn numb. The shining metal of her blade flickering red and orange with the flames, she had enchanted it with, as if ready to jump into battle without her.

Her face flushing slightly from the chill and the adrenaline. Her skin tingling with anticipation, excitement and cold.

The fingers of her other hand stretched and flexed experimentally as a small, sparking, dancing, biting ball of electricity formed in her palm. It spun continually, sparking and shifting. Constantly in motion with its streams of purple, white and blue, waiting and ready, begging to be released.

She would beat this creature. She had to. She had battled and killed three before it. She could do it.

Her mind darted briefly back to the feeling of its soul becoming one with her own. A warm, intense, fast, bit frightening, filling, rush as its power became her own. Her muscles clenching in an attempt to handle and absorb so much power. The feeling of invincibility once it was hers.

Although she emerged stronger then before, she had been scarred by the battles. They were strong, powerful, deadly.

If she wins, she is rewarded richly.

If she looses... Oblivion. The Void will welcome her, finally.

The snow slowly began to settle from her sight and the air began to clear. Both stood immobile as their forms became visible. Standing off one another in a battle that had not been seen in centuries. Gods versus mortals. Dragons versus Dragonborns.

The ancient chant pounded in her ears, at the same intensity as a thousand soldiers shouting it as they marched into war. Repeating again and again in her mind.

Dragonborn Dragonborn

By its honor is sworn

To keep evil forever at bay

And the fiercest foes rout

When they hear triumph's shout

Dragonborn for your blessing we pray

And the scrolls have foretold

Of black wings in the cold

That when brothers wage war come unfurled

Alduin bane of kings

Ancient shadow unbound

With a hunger to swallow the world

Their silhouettes stood against a white barrier. So it began. The snow and dirt cleared in only seconds and her eyes locked onto the black and armored structure of the creature once worshiped as a god. The force within her nudged at her impatiently, beckoning her to go, act, move. Begged to be allowed to take control. The power with which she was born. The very purpose of her existence. But she forced it down for now. Told it to be calm.

She stood her ground. Waited.

The creature's long, sweeping, armored neck lifted its spiked and horned head to tower above her. Its huge, piercing, black, sharp, hard eyes locked onto her. Staring at her through narrowed eyes, as though speaking to her without words. Silently challenging her.

But she stood still. Daring it.

The dragon seemed aggravated by her audacity. It drew its head back with a quick breath as its eyes became wild, and the monstrous creature roared. Its cry echoing through the air and across the ground with earthshaking force; feeling as though it would rip her to shreds and send the world collapsing around her. She staggered back a few steps, but dug her feet into the ground and held her place.

Moments later, it quieted and looked at her menacingly as it saw she still stood. Breathing hard, she straightened herself, threw back her shoulders and took a step forward.

The force within her ached to be released and she unleashed it. Summoning the force and her strength, she inhaled a deep breath and let the power take control of her.

"Fus Ro Dah!" Her Voice sounded with an Unrelenting Force, intensity and power that was not entirely her own.

The Shout moved from within her - never feeling more natural in her life - and a huge, blue force of energy followed the words. It flew through the air, shaking the ground and all around it, with a matched intensity of the creature and struck hard onto the dragon.

It stumbled back with a surprised shriek and sat, stunned for seconds. Regaining its sense a moment later, it whipped its head from side to side and looked at her incredulously. Its dark eyes glowered at her, seemingly insulted and angry. With its fury, it drew back its head and let it fly forward, unleashed a long, powerful roar, followed with an incredibly intense pillar of fire.

Her mind didn't have time to compute, but the force within her, reveling in its control, acted. "Wuld!" The shout sounded loudly, and instantaneously her feet had carried her thirty feet to the left of the dragon, barely in time to avoid the column of flames that scorched where she just stood.

Quickly catching her step as she was returned to normal speed, she barely noticed the lightheaded feeling she always experienced after using the Shout she came to know as Whirlwind.

Her mind working like a finely tuned machine, she acted without thinking. She turned immediately and, channeling the energy brewing from within her, she sent the electricity - buzzing and snapping in anticipation in her hand - flying out of her grasp and into the hard armored skin of the dragon.

Oh, that rush of excitement and adrenaline that came with every movement. That certainty and comfort of the Voice and Force that lied within her.

She'd win. She knew she would. It's what she was born to do.

It was destiny she didn't know was hers.

A power she didn't know she possessed.

She is a Dragonborn.

In case you're interested in knowing, my profile picture is what my Dragonborn is suppose to look like.

I don't know who made it, or else I'd give them credit.