After playing Skyrim for like the 86th time, this stupid idea popped up. and I thought you all might like it. For the little guy, imagine him up to your hearts content, but I imagine him to look kinda like a fun sized Odahviing. But that's just me. I also dont know how the dragons in skyrim procreate, especially since all of the known dragons are male. At least from voice and look. and of course this wouldnt be a skyrim story without Brynolf. The title, Means The Serpent Beauty, in case anybody was wondering.
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A quick breakdown for our little dragons name!
Daanik (doomed) Viir(dying) Sil(soul)
Daanikviirsil is his full name, and you can see the full meaning above. Hopefully it makes sense, and sounds decent when you say it.
Please tell me if you'd like me to continue!
Living in Riften wasn't exactly the greatest deal, but I made due. Even though Maven controlled the whole city along with The Theives Guild and Skooma dealers, I always managed to keep my hands relatively clean, relatively being the word of importance here. Don't get me wrong, i've stolen a few pieces of food, when I needed them, and never got caught, my innocent look shaking any suspicion from guards. I knew of a little pond out in the forest by Honeybrew, They grew tons of Ninroot on the muddy bank. I needed it for some potions, so, of course i was stuck trudging trough the forest the make it there. Pushing through the thick and spiny branches, I finally made it there, but when I looked around for the little ponds, I heard some whining and grunting.
Standing up off of my knees, I looked around for the source, the sound getting louder as I reached the edge of the forest. Eventually, I reached the edge of the forest, peering through some bushes and finding the source. There was a crude nest made, and in the middle, was a little blood red dragon hopping around.
"Hey little guy,"
I said, lifting one leg over the bush to get on the right side. I leaned down, getting on my hands and knees to face the little guy, watching as his wining stopped as he saw me.
"What 'cha doing out here all alone,"
I kept talking to the little guy, sticking my hand out to cautiously touch his little snout. At first he pulled head back, but as I held my hand steady, he eventually leaned his head slowly back to sniff my dirt covered fingers. I kinda giggled as he shoved my fingers around with his snout, before moving forward and to the edge of the nest. He seemed quite young, as he was still slightly wobbly as he tried to use his wings, but he was able to jump quite a good ways, as he leaped onto my forearm and climbed up my shoulder. He curled around my neck, his wing claws on my right shoulder and his tail wrapping around my neck. It was like having a little bird! He seemed so happy, roaring with glee as I stood up and walked away from the nest, my small steps bouncing like a ride for him.
"Now what am i going to do with you,"
I mumbled. I felt horrible at the thought about leaving him behind, he seemed so happy to be around me. I wouldn't dare bring him back to the town though, not on my shoulders like this, unless i want to become and arrow target. Looking at my little knapsack, I got a stupid idea to smuggle him into the city, though I doubted my little scaly friend would like it as much as I did. Opening the bag and shoving some things around, I opened it on the ground, kneeling in front of it and placing my shoulder near it.
"Hop in little buddy, come on."
I tried to ease the guy in there, but all he did was look at me with some condescending look on his face.
"Look, if you don't get in there, your not coming back with me, ok?"
He looked down at the bag, then back at me, weighing his options before reluctantly wiggling into the bag. Picking it up, it was much heavier with the little guy stuffed into the bag. I finally trudged my way back to the Riften dock gates, figuring it'd have less guards then the front gate. Then it was past Honeyside, the house that had recently been moved into by someone, then into the main area where everyone sold there goods.
"Hey Cira!"
Turning around, I saw Brynjolf, raising my eyebrows as the confident thief sauntered over to you. He never seemed to look like he didn't have a bad idea in mind. But I guess thats all thieves think about.
"I haven't seen you all day lass, where 'ya been?"
"I think everyone knows by now, picking Nirnoot for Wylandriah. She as enough trouble trying to get her thoughts straight, let alone all of her ingredients."
At least it wasn't a complete lie, I just conveniently left out the part about the little dragon I also found on my trip.
"Come on lass,"
He was about to say more, but my bag made some suspicious sounding noises, causing Brynolf to look at the knapsack on my side. I quickly slapped it, causing it to mutter out and stop moving, mentally slapping myself as well for hitting the poor little guy.
"Did you bring home more that plants? Cause that don't exactly sound like normal plant noises."
"Look Bryn, I gotta go, and when you find out that plants don't make noises, send me a letter."
I jogged off, leaving the red headed thief in my fantastic dust, but at least he still had a smile on his face. I ran back home, shutting the door behind me as I slipped the bag off of my aching shoulders. Looking around, I didn't see my friend was home yet, and hopefully, she wouldn't be for awhile. Or at least until I found a way to easily tell her I found a baby dragon in the forest and decided to take him home.
"Cira? You here?"
"Speak of Sthis."
I mumbled, my back facing the door as it opened. Turning around, I saw my friend Kana, walking in with a sack full of random foods. Of course, she shows up at the one moment I don't want her to. Smiling stupidly, I quickly re-shut my little knapsack, my hand pushing down on the poor little guys neck.
"I thought you weren't coming back for awhile."
She walked over, dropping the bag on the table before sitting beside it.
"Ya, well, I lied. Whats in your bag?"
I looked down at the nasty looking bag, before lifting it up to cradle it in my arms. I nervously laughed, I've been doing this a lot lately, before walking slightly closer to her and fiddling with the tie on the bag.
"You always like to say to say that you have an open mind right?"
"Ya, what exactly do i need to have my open mind for?"
Looking down at the bag, I slowly started to open it, before trying to usher the little guy to come out and take his place back on my claw scratched shoulders. Kana jumped up, walking to back up and away, but having no place to back up to. Ya. It was pretty safe to say she was kind of freaked out. I couldn't really blame her though, after all, it was a dragon, baby or not.
"OK, what the hell did you bring home!? I mean, WHY the hell did you bring that thing home?!"
"It's parent abandoned him to die, I couldn't just let him starve to death! He hasn't hurt anybody, and maybe with the right guidance it'll stay that way."
It seemed like a completely crazy, and quite frankly stupid idea in speech, but its the only idea i've got. She seemed to calm down slightly when she saw the little guy nuzzled behind my ear, eating at my hair and playing around. Moving forward, I sat down on the kitchen chair and let the little guy hop around on the table. Kana sat down on the one diagonal from me, but kept her arms off the table.
"Ok, I see why you did it. But, the guys gonna grow up, and we don't know how fast. And I don't think the guards are gonna take to letting a huge dragon roam around the town."
Sadly, that was true, but I didn't really know of anyone is Skyrim or even Solsiem that would take the baby dragon and not just kill him on sight. I thought as the little guy slowly made his way over to Kana, and before long, was nudging at her hands like he did with me earlier. She didn't take to it as quickly as I did, but soon enough she was playing with the little guy, feeding him bits and pieces of the meat she had gotten earlier.
"The Greybeards,"
I said, looking over at Kana.
"There masters of The Voice. But it's also the language of the dragons. So in theory, they'd have to know a dragon to learn it. They actually may be able to help."
They seemed like the only option available to me, and while I was eager to help this little guy grow up into the handsome dragon he was going to be, High Hrothgar was a long trip from your home. And quite frankly,I wasn't to sure they'd even agree to help me, let alone open the door for me when I decided to knock. They were a seclusive bunch thats for sure, and almost never talked to anyone not trying to master The Way of the Voice. What made me any different? Hopefully my little dragon did, and maybe my one little friend would make enough of a difference. The Greybeards were my last hope, so in my efforts to help the little guy, I've decided to take a little trip. Ivarstead was to far from Riften, and I've never really wandered far from my home town here.
It was the next day, after a night full of baby dragon on my face and almost no sleep, I was supposed to leave today to get to The Temple. "Kana, I'm leaving now," She came down the steps, before running to hug me. She had a tight grip thats for sure.
"Good luck. I hope they make and exception and help you. This little guy really needs it."
Stuffing the little guy into a knapsack, and pushing his head in to, much to his complaints. When I was out of the city and in the wilderness I'd let him look around. Hopefully they'd agree to help me, and I'd finally be able to rest safely knowing this little guy was safe and sound. My two knapsacks were stuffed to the brim, one with chubby dragon, and the other with food and a little bit of money just in case I got in some trouble. Stepping outside, I looked over at the gates, but as I finally turned to go out of them, Brynjolf stopped me. Again.
"Now where are you going this time?" He looked down at my stuffed knapsacks and attire, probably curious as to why the hell I was so ready for adventure.
"I have something i need to do. In Ivarstead."
"Since your going there,"
He said, before reaching down into his pocket. Hopefully he wasn't planning on pulling out a knife. he pulled out a letter, thank goodness, and a fancy one, judging by the wax seal.
"Can you deliver this for me? I was gonna have Vex do it, but you know how well she is with orders."
Unfortanity I did. Quite well actually. Taking it from his hand, I slid it into my food pack, before looking back up at him.
"I'm not a Courier, but sure. Who does it need to go to?"
"A man who's visiting there, he's going up to High Hrothgar, he'd decked out in full Nordic armor, with a horned helmet and everything. He shouldn't be hard to miss."
Nodding to him, I waved goodbye, before taking off out of the gates and starting down the path to the small town. Hopefully, I thought, nothing bad would happen on the way. But knowing me and my luck, i was probably dead wrong.
"This was a bad bad bad idea,"
I moaned, looking down at the path. I wasn't even half way there yet and i felt like I was about to die from exhaustion. But, I kept going, when i got to Ivarstead i'd go the the Inn and die in a soft bed, and hopefully get enough sleep there to carry on with the rest of the journey in good spirits. But, The Seven Thousand Steps didn't seem to lift that dream up in the least bit, leaving me with an ache in my knees and a grumbling stomach. Hopefully, and I mean hopefully, i'd make it there tomorrow, before the killer storm that loomed over the horizon hit with all of it's strength. It seemed quite a ways away, so hopefully i'd have enough time to make it to the Inn before the land around me got completely drenched. As I kept walking, swinging my pack stuffed with dragon back and forth as he stuck his head out in joy. Guess it felt like flying to him. I was just happy to see him so cute, and carefree. But when my arm began to get tired from all the swinging I heard a carriage, looking to see it coming over the bridge to the left of me. He didn't have any cargo, so maybe, the guy would consider me hitching a ride in back.
"Excuse Me!"
I yelled, trying to get his attention. It worked, as he stopped right in front of me.
"When are you heading?"
"Windhelm, Why ya askin'?"
"If your taking the route through Ivarstead, would you mind me getting a lift?"
He said yes, thank goodness, before pointing to the back of the carriage and telling me to hop on in. I threw my food bag on, but I was much more careful with the one carrying Daanik, as I'd come to call him. I'd read the word in a old book about dragons before, and it seemed to fit him, a little nickname for the little guy instead of calling him chubby dragon all the time. I leaned back onto the hard wood, loosening up the buckles on my boots as the carriage shook. It was going to be a much shorter haul with the carriage, and before long, I was able to see Ivarstead in the distance. Hopping of the back, I thanked the old man before grabbing my bag, and starting to walk again, into the little town.
It was much smaller than I imagined it be, was the first thing i thought when I walked into town. There was only a few buildings, one of them being the Inn. The rest, seemed like the farmers houses, not even a bar was present here. Though I guess the Inn was a bar too, it just seemed kind of odd to me, Giving that Riften had three separate bars. Stepping into the warmth of the Inn, I saw the keeper stoking the fire, and a few random men drinking their free time away.
"You need anything?"
The keeper asked at me, looking at my bags and muddy boots.
"A room would be great."
"By the looks of you, a bath would be great too."
I laughed at the funny, but kind of true joke, before she showed me to my room. Digging the septims I brought with me out of my pocket, I handed her ten, before she left me alone with my little bed. Shutting the door and locking it, the first thing I did was throw my bags down, food one one the floor, dragon one on the bed. Since the door was locked I figured it be ok for him to come out, and let him stretch his wings after being cramped in there for so long. Since it had been raining quite a bit before I left, and it was now, as I stood on the bed to look out of the window, My clothes had gotten really muddy from all the walking through random mud puddles. Guess it was time for a change in clothes.
"Hey, turn around Daanik,"
I said, Making a circle to the floor with my finger. The little guy snarled and raised his little eyebrow like scales, before spinning around to claw curiously at the wall. I changed as fast as I could, throwing my dirty clothes on the ground beside the bed in a little pile. Sitting down on it, Daanik looked up at me, before stretching his little wings out wide again. Even though he was cute now, as he puffed smoke clouds out of his shout for his own self amusement, I knew that if I saw this guy full grown, wings spread and glaring down at me with a gullet full of fire, I wouldn't think he was so cute then. Pulling back the blanket I slipped under, wanting to go to sleep and warm up as soon as possible. Even though it was warmer in here that it was outside, doesn't mean I'm toasty now. As I stuffed my head onto the pillow, I felt Daanik try to wiggle down, trying to stuff his head under the blanket so he could wiggle his body under too. Laughing at his frugal attempts, I lifted the blanket for him, watching as he right away went under and laid his head on the very end of my pillow.
When I woke up, I was much closer to the edge of the bed than I was when I went to sleep, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw why. Daanik had gotten bigger. He wasn't huge, but he was a noticeably bigger, his head taking up more of the pillow than he did last night. I highly doubted he'd fit as easily into the bag this time as he did yesterday. As I got up, he was fiddling with one of the books that was dropped around the tiny room somewhere, trying to push the pages with his shout. I flipped the page for him as I readied my things, Folding my clothes so the muddy bits were unable to touch anything else. I stuffed them in the bottom of my food bag, taking out some to eat while I did so. As the smarty dragon read his book, I threw him a piece of meat, watching as he scurried over to chomp it up. I ate my bread at the same time, only eating a little so i had enough to last later. My bags were packed and everything was ready, all that was needed was to stick Daanik in the bag.
"Hey, book worm, it's time to go."
He looked up at me, before reluctantly hopping off the bed and into the knapsack. The little guy was getting the jist of the bag now after a few times of me forcing him in there. I knew taking the book was stealing, but with the door locked, nobody would know I took it. So, deciding the little guys reading time was more important then my potential jail time, I snatched the book and one other interesting one and put them into my bag. It was finally time to leave, and with the storm mostly passed, only the dark clouds remaining, it was perfect for me to leave now and hopefully make it to High Hrothgar before nightfall. Unlocking the door, there was less people than there was when I arrived, only one other patron and the bar maid. I went over to her, buying a piece of meat for Daanik later. with growth comes hunger, and with the little guy already eaten most of my meat, I have a feeling he's only going to get hungrier.
"If its ok for me to ask, are you another one of the pilgrims?"
The bar maid asked as she took my cooked meat off of the drying hook.
"Yeah. I'm assuming you get quite a few of them that come through here?"
"Yes. Most simply go to pray by some of the shrines along the path, but others offer food and supplies to the Greybeards at the temple."
I always knew some people took the trip for reasons other than to simply try and talk to the Greybeards, but telling her I was trying to get them to help me didn't seem like a good idea. I thanked her for the room and paid for the meat, before walking out of the Inn and back onto the dirt road. I could see the Seven Thousand Steps from my place on the Inn's front steps, so I walked the short distance to the bridge that would truly start my journey.
I suddenly realized something as I stepped over a mud puddle; Brynjolf's letter! I needed to find the guy, and fast if I wanted to make it in time. He said he was decked out in armor, so the easiest way would be to ask one of the villagers if they saw someone like that pass by. The first person I saw, is the farmer woman working in her small field, so I quickly walked over to her and hopped over her fence.
"Excuse me, have you seen a guy, you know, dressed up in some thick armor walk by here?"
She seemed irritated at my presence, but then again i did just hop over her fence.
"Earlier. He was talking to someone over there before going up the Great Steps, its been quite awhile though, he may already be at the top."
Great. Maybe I'd pass him on his way down. But that wasn't likely. I just thanked her for the info, in which she just huffed and carried on with her work, before hopping back over the fence and running to the bridge right across from it. As I stood at the end of the steps, gazing up at the pass all the way up the mountain, it kind of dawned on me what im really doing. I mean REALLY, doing. I'm going all the way to the top of a mountain to ask a group of people who've pretty much never spoken to anyone outside of their little group to help me figure out how to raise a baby dragon. I sound like I'm nuts. But hey, I guess I am if I'm this sure I'm going through with it. Adjusting my bags, I started up the steps, after a few opening the top of my bag so Daanik could look out.
He seemed happy with the change in surroundings, Trying to melt the snow with his breath when I walked close enough to a rock covered in it. He seemed to be getting more of a hang with his dragon breath, as before he could only breath out smoke from his snout, now he can puff little balls of fire out of his mouth. Talk about progress. If he could grow fast, and learn fast, I really had no clue how long it would be till he'd be full grown, or be able to speak, like the legends say. Then it dawned on me; if I'm going to do this, and I mean really do this, I better be ready for a lot of dragon fire. And I mean, a lot.
