Alduin remembered waking up his body warm than what he felt before. Opening his eyes he was in a room, a spacious room to be exact. Sitting up he was glad that the warmth was still there, in front of him was a fireplace far enough to not burn him but powerful enough that he can feel the heat. Frowning he recalled the Dragonborn saying that they will be moving and that he said no- ah now remembered clearly. He was 'defeated' pitifully when he had accidentally exclaimed no put loud. Why is he saying accidentally? He meant it! This meant that he is stuck with his sworn enemy through life and death! However, this time, she is dominating and is submitting...for now.
His eyes scanned the room around him. Besides the fireplace, there a countless amount of books, closets and surprisingly an open bathroom. While looking at the clothing on the desk by the bathroom his eyes caught a glint of a jewel. Only flawless gems can shimmer that bright in someone's eyes. Dragons tend to take as many valuables as they could, he may be human but that is one trait that he will never forget. It seems that there is one thing they have in common. The love for rare and valuables items was one of the most common traits for those that has the blood of dragons. Well, mortals are like that but it seems to them anything with worth will do. He grabbed onto the bed post to help himself stand up and began walking to the desk. Alduin was still not used to walking, however, bit by bit his practice was paying off. This reminded him when he was barely a newborn hatchling trying to fly.
Reaching the desk his eyes widened in delight at a number of flawless sapphires diamonds and emeralds, only the most valuable gems are here as far as he can see. There were soul gems as well however these were black soul gems the most valuable and rare of any soul gems. Capable of holding the most powerful souls. His senses were alerted when he heard a door open. He snapped his attention towards the sound and there...was a sight maybe any mortal men would go for. Alduin was not one of those men for he had no idea of the customs here but he did recall once about his priests needing to relief themselves with human contact. Af far as he remembers dragon race came directly from Auriel himself. This woman was not the Dragonborn that he knows but her presence alerted him.
"Oh, it seems the handsome guest had wakened up~ Too bad you are my master's guest or I would've ravished you where you stood in Dibella's name" the woman seemed happy that he was a man. The mentioning of Dibella peaked his interest however he has no interest in talking with her. The woman huffed annoyed for not getting any response. Her actions spoke clearly for her it seems. She pressed her body against his making sure that her assets were pressed against him. Unfortunately having no idea what was happening to him he only glared at the woman.
"You have no right to go up to a guest like Lavender" the voice made the woman in front of him stiff as a dragon bone. The woman- now he knows called Lavender- spun around to meet the glare of the Dragonborn that does seem unhappy at the predicament.
"Mistress! You must be mistaken I was only greeti-"
"Save your excuses. Prepare lunch the man must be starving for having to sleep all that time" no room to argue Lavender nodded her head and sped her way to another area of the settlement it seems.
The Dragonborn sighed but he was not sure if it was from relief or fury, he preferred the latter. Looking at him the woman's eyes hardened before relaxing.
"Like we had talked about in the college you were moved into one of my estates. Make yourself comfortable however dare break simple 4 rules I will have you eaten by the saber cats in the tundra area." Her threats meant absolutely nothing to me. However, I do know she is serious. Reluctantly I nodded not wanting to die already. She cleared her throat and stood up straighter.
"1. You shall now call me any other name or title but my name, Which is Rinoa Stellar by the way" he knows her first name but not her family name. However no matter how long he has been ruling and dominating the world he has never encountered a family with a family name 'FireSpirit'. Alduin slowly nodded his head clearly not sure whats the use of this rule.
"2. I shall be training you from this day onward until I deem you ready by yourself, but let's admit that will be not for another few months" she way she had declared that I will be stuck with her made me remember once more that I am now trapped and nor free. I grumbled before nodding looking straight into her eyes.
"3. You will be able to do what you want freely beside killing in public of course. Refrain from doing anything too vulgar, however." What does she mean by that?! Doesn't she remember that I was once a dovah that knows nothing of a mortals needs?! I did not like being told however this will be the only time I will do this. I nodded once more.
"4. And finally do not, and I mean do not enter this bedroom if the door is closed cause it means that I am taking a bath, dare break that rule I will make sure why my last name is 'FireSpirit'" I have an idea by what her threat meant. Why would I even want to see her naked in all her glory? I may not know mortals that much, however, I do know that women tend to have a very different shape and form for a mortal man.
"I understand, dovahkiin, I do not need your help from now on I shall learn by myself" I had told her. However, the look she gave me made my body froze and for some reason, this pitiful human body had dared shiver. I Am Alduin reduced to nothing but a cowering mortal.
We argued for a few minutes negotiating with her was dreadful. I had negotiated with my fellow dovs, however, negotiating with a human is exhausting. The Dragonborn had said that I cannot speak my native and powerful language freely with her slave in the house. Also, she informed me that, that woman Lavender is not a slave. Just someone who offered to take care of the estate while she is away. I agreed if she only allowed me to do what I want freely as I wish. Of course, that would involve killing only if really needed.
We made an agreement that I am allowed to do whatever I want as long as I am in the estate otherwise I have to ask her. I thought about the agreement, at least she gave me the freedom I want however inside only. May my father decide her fate I hope he sends her to the depths of oblivion. She stalked away from me hurriedly after she heard her slave- ah no housekeeper she really is protective of people even like Lavender. She didn't even bother waiting for me while I still struggle, I saw a wooden stick and took hold of it. Using the stick as some sort of handle I began my agonizing journey to the very near room. It seriously had taken me just 5 mins to get to the door of the room I am in. I had fallen once and I had thought that with the noise the Dragonborn would've run over. Instead, no one came, very intriguing. Before I left the door, something had caught my eye and it looks very, very familiar...
The blasted Elder Scrolls. This time, however, she has it displayed next to the door. I am guessing she did that so whenever someone walks in they would see her achievement...Quite arrogant of her. Memories of being defeated by her using the item that had sent me forward in time was not a pleasant memory. Used it to her advantage and had defeated me with no regrets. Who am I kidding? This is her destiny that had been fulfilled! Dragonborn for bloody sake! Sighing I forced myself to lock those memories away once again and continue on with my task. That is to fill my aching stomach with food. I once again began my treacherous suppose to be a short journey. Once turning right I was met by the smell of cooked meat. My stomach began to ache once more. Lavender gave me a glance only to look away again a red hue forming on her face. What is wrong with her? Dragonborn looked at me with her cheeks filled with food only for her eyes to widen and she started to chock. Yes, die in the most embarrassing way.
"Will you please make sure that you fix your clothing?!" she yelled at me after Lavender had given her some milk(?) to ease her chocking. Oh so even she can be 'decent' I see. How decent can she be when she slaughters her own kind with her own two puny human hands! Dark thoughts had begun to pile into my mind. I was close enough to a knife and was about to reach for it when I heard a deep voice behind me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you" the voice was deep enough for me to figure out that it was male. Turning around to meet eye to eye with a scarred and painted face. The look was nordic and warrior like. There was no doubt the man could've been the DragonBorn's mate. The man was frowning clearly suspicious of me and my actions. Clearing his throat he helped fix my attire.
After binding the last knots he looked me in the eye once again "now it's time to eat" the man made his way towards the Dragonborn and had tapped her on the shoulder. I was slightly curious for I thought human showed their affections by pecking each other's mouths. Lavender coughed onto her hands and continued cooking. The man had sat the seat next to her on her left. Lavender had guided me to a seat on her right. It appears that the Dragonborn did not intend to hear me that she is indeed claimed. There was no reason for her to do so for I cannot be attracted to such inferior beings.
Lavender had given me a plate, a set of utensils and went outside. The silence was...wavering a tad bit. The tapping of utensils increased. The ragged breathes of boredom had increased to the point where one had clearly meant it when placing the tankard on the table. Of course, it wouldn't be me or the Dragonborn. It was merely her mate.
"well now, what is your next adventure?" no sweet names? I had thought that humans use sweet names such as dear, love or whatever it is to show that they care? The red-haired redguard stopped eating for a second before eyeing me. She gave me a crooked smile and my back had suddenly felt cold.
"we'll Vilkas...However, I will not need your assist-" The man named Vilkas stood up abruptly as if this was the worst news he had ever heard in his entire puny human life. Human life is too short to be even considered significant. However, I did hear that some races had interbred. Interesting however nothing is more superior than a dragon!
Vilkas narrowed his eyes on the Dragonborn this time "Harbinger! Alea nor Farkas will ever forgive me if something terrible happens to you! I will come to whatever journey you shall be going to" both had looked at each other. Not one of them had moved an inch. Finally, she gave up. Finishing what she was eating she stood up and went towards the door. Turning around she gave a look devoid of any emotion.
"Fine, however, get in the way of whatever I will be doing I shall have your skin" she threatened lowly before going out. That was certainly the first time I had heard her threaten another mortal that is not me. Ah yes, I did recall being told by one of my fellow brethren's that she assaults other humans if they do not follow her or if they attack her first. That is definitely the opposite of my father had wanted from me however she is the so called savior.
"I apologize for the little show we had put up just now" the man had apologized to me however I didn't really pay much attention to him. I was thinking about what the Dragonborn must be doing to not release her anger to her mate. Oh right, I would need to confirm that later on.
The food that Lavender had made is delicious for someone who looks like she knows nothing but to clean. Vilkas had stood up and excused himself after seeing that I will not talk to him and went outside as well. It appears I am the only one left in here. I tried to stand up only to fall face first towards the table and hitting the other utensils. If I only had my dragon skin then this would not hurt at all. Not wanting to anger the already raging dragon killer I had tried to clean up the mess I made until Lavender had burst through the door. We looked at each other, her face filled with surprise while I only stood there.
Her face then turned alarmed "Goodness! Your face is bleeding!" she reached over to help me but I didn't want the help. I am still Alduin! The God of destruction! There is no way I shall be assisted by a human as herself! I sneered and swatted her arm away. The mortal's face went from surprised to enraged in a matter of seconds. As if some god had given her power she tackled me and then we were on the floor, her straddling me by my lower waist.
"That is no way for you to treat a woman who is clearly trying to help you~" her voice was slurry. It made this body squirm. Whatever she was trying to do it did not exactly show 'helpful' by any means. She may say that but my instincts say so otherwise. Lavender started to move her hips by mine and then a wave of the unknown had hit my body. For some reason when I groaned her eyes showed, please.
She continued doing just that and I kept giving her what she clearly wanted. I had thought this torment will last forever until the door was once again slammed open. This time, there was a seething Dragonborn watching us.
"Lavender! Must I need to warn you again?! Do not do you arts of Dibella to MY guests!" her eyes locked onto Lavender's deep purple irises. Lavender had quickly got off of me and jumped towards the other woman.
"Mistress, please! This is all a misunderstanding! I assure you that there was not-" the other raised her left hand. I noticed how Lavender suddenly became alarmed. Curious I sat up and watched hoping to experience a gruesome death of a mortal. The ground beneath shook slightly making the wench kneel. The slayer did nothing but kneel on one knee before whispering words into Lavender's ears that I did not hear. Lavender withered in fear before she completely fell down on the floor.
Dragonborn stood up and grabbed a handful of clothing from Lavender's clothes. Then she dragged the younger girl to another room? I guess she has a second floor to this part or maybe a basement most rich would love to have a stylish home after all. From all the adventures she had encountered after all must be worth her time. The redguard came back down with a slap on her arm. I can obviously see the red hand print on her arm.
"Now that is over...want a cup of tea?" she asked me
"I would rather have your head on a spike!" I spouted at her only to receive a glare in return. We are not supposed to get along at all anyway.
~next week~
Dear Divines,
The day had felt quite...quiet. I did not hear a single yell nor a single thud of someone falling, Alduin, and that is pretty rare considering it had been a week since we had been in the estate. All we did was fight, and complain at each other. Then there were times where we were actually civil. Hopefully, the Greybeards will be able to help me out but before that, I have other things to do.
Signed by Rinoa
I finished my entry for the day a bit more hopeful than last week. Alduin was able to walk a certain distance now, but nothing very useful. He only got used to walking around the house itself, and I need him to get used to walking and running ALL OVER THE PLACE. I sighed once more before tucking my journal away in my hidden drawer under my bed. I am very very secretive when it comes to my notes.
I looked out the window to see Shadowmere with Alduin, a rare sight to behold. I placed my chin on my right palm while watching them interact.
"all right you damn mare, you shall help me walk, for the dovahkiin shall not help me" who in Dibella's name did I ever said I cannot help?! Shadowmere merely snorted in annoyance before bending slightly to help out the part-dragon. Alduin was able to grab onto the mare's mane, but it seemed he grabbed onto it too tight for Shadowmere released a piercing cry.
Divines...you did say you shall me right? Please help me out now. I am planning to start my journey for the Throat of the World tomorrow after all. I need all the essence of patience in my whole human being to last the journey. For now, this will be the official start of the fallen dragon. I thought this could've been a very relaxing time. Guess not.
What does Akatosh have in store for us?
~TBC
