It lived! The beast lived! She stumbled back, falling onto her rear. She stared wide eyed at the beast, mouth agape and mind ablaze with thoughts. How could it have survived? How could anything have survived that fall!? What even was it? A Demon? It looked like one. It was huge. Beyond huge! It was the size of a large house! Big enough to eat a horse a man and a carriage whole. It's wings were so massive that, if the beast were to fly, would blacken the sky. It's tail was so long that it could stretch for nearly as long as a Serpent Demon's whole body. Barbs and spikes protruded from it's hide, and a pair of massive and awe inspiring curved horns protruded from the back of it's skull. It looked battle worn, gashes and wounds covering it's body. Though it's massive snout was closed she could see imagine the fangs. Many rows of razor sharp teeth yellowed by time, stained red, and covered in entrails. It's breath stunk of rotting flesh and sulfur. What had dealt these wounds to it? The wounds were too deep and sporadic to be from a mere beast. Yet nothing lives beyond the sky... Nothing but the Gods...
Perhaps it wasn't a Demon... No, it had to be a Demon! But it barely looked like one, she realized after a few moments. Only the black scales, and even than the shade was off. The scales were blacker than a Demons flesh. They weren't necessarily black even. It almost appeared as though the beast's scales scared off the light. Like the light itself dared not disturb it... A thought drifted into her mind. Something silly, childish, heretical. Something, that under normal circumstances, she'd dismiss instantly. Yet the sight of the creature, it's scales, and it's size, and from where it came...
Was it... A God? That would explain the size, and from where it came. But weren't there only five Gods? That's what the Elder Brothers and Sisters of the Ten Eyes said at least. And none of the Gods looked like a dragon! The closest would be the Third God, the Goddess of reptiles, poisons, murder, and cannibalism. Yet She had no wings, two arms with hands, and absolutely zero horns! What was it? Did it come from the Heavens? Or something eve further beyond? What would it do if it managed to survive, heal, and awaken?
Regardless of those questions, sitting on the ground like a lazy peasant wouldn't get the answers she so direly needed! She scrambled to her feet, only one way to do that. God or not, only that creature knew how it arrived here and what it was. She would have to play nerse to a giant - no doubt man-eating - dragonic beast that fell from the Heavens... She'd find this funny if she were anyone else.
She began to slowly circle the beast, eyeing it's wounds. They were many, deep, and a few still bleeding. Nothing could heal that but rest, though a few herbs might lessen the pain. The neck, however, was covered in a few lesser injuries that could be healed with the right herbs or Gift. But... She spotted something, something that almost resembled an arrow in the creature's neck. She couldn't reach it from the ground, and she dared not touch the creature, but it was something to investigate later.
She continued around the creature, towards its hind legs and tail. The further back she traveled the lesser it's injuries became. However, strangely, several gashes rested just beneath the beast's ankles. The cuts, the precision, the length of the injuries... Those were sword wounds intermixed with burns. But who would be of enough valor and strength to wound such a beast? Truly a Champion of the Gods, no doubt, if not a God themself.
She returned to the creature's snout, staring at what should be it's eyes. Instead she saw nothing. Nothing but scales blacker than she thought possible. Looking the beast over once more she couldn't help but wonder if it was the night itself having shapeshifted into a wyvern. Perhaps it really was a God? Some God of the night or darkness.
She glanced back towards the forest - which was but a few miles from her now - and saw that something was lurking amongst the flames. She couldn't see much of it, just it's outline. As tall as three men standing on top of each other, wielding razor sharp claws with blood red eyes that glowed. Then she saw another, and another, and another, and another, and another. More shapes and silhouettes danced amongst the flames like Demons dancing amongst the charred corpses of it's latest meal. Yet none of the shadows stepped into the light. Not a single one. All they did was watch. How strange... She decided to take her chances with the wyvern, and instead focused her attention to a small satchel on her hip. A little bag containing something a little special...
"Boy! How are those weeds coming?" Arthur sighed, the hot sun reddening his skin, his left hand full of dead weeds and his right holding a bucket nearly full of similarly dead weeds. He could go for a drink about now...
"Almost done, Pa!" He yelled back towards his home over and under the many hills. He heard a sound that vaguely might have been a word, but the tone was clear. Good job. Arthur loved his father, he did, but that man could be so lazy at times. Part of getting old, he figured.
He returned to his work. Or, more accurately, he would have if he didn't see something very out of place.A golden blade wreathed in a fiery red aura that was almost as long as Arthur's leg, and half as thick. The blade was missing its handle, and at its base rested peculiar hole with the metal curving around it in a circular fashion. In that hole floated a white crystal that emanated a dim white light. Arthur looked around for a few seconds, bewilderment clear in his eyes, and with a slow movement did he touch it.
He quickly pulled back his finger, spewing a number of curses as be his pointer finger singed. It hurt to touch it, he realized, what even is it? Little did he know...
Hamilton406 — I have no intentions of granting Alduin a human form. I, personally speaking, have a distaste for fanfictions that turn non-human characters into humans. I find it much more fascinating if, as an example: Godzilla entered into the world of Remnant. What would the characters think of this titanic monstrosity bathing their cities in blue nuclear fire? How would Salem and Ozma react? What would Ironwood do with this new and extremely deadly and enraged foe who will not talk, can not be reasoned with, and unlike the Grimm, is exceedingly good at destroying the Kingdoms?
Certainly many of Remnant's inhabitants would view Godzilla as the coming of the apocalypse. He would be virtually indestructible and immortal, in possession of powers and abilities one could only describe as God-like, and ceaselessly attacking humans, faunus, and Grimm alike. How would Godzilla react to suddenly entering a brand new world? Would he destroy everything? Would he care? How would the Soulless Grimm and lack of giant monsters affect him? What would he think of the faunus or Semblances or Dust or Salem? Would he even care? I could go on, but I think I've proven my point that non-human characters are just as, if not more so, fun to as human ones.
AtomicGod666 — I would write longer chapters, but if I do I believe that'll I'll put in too many things, ya know? I explained that poorly. A better explanation, I think, would be that there would be no real consistency. It's an issue I have. I think of a lot events or scenarios and I put them into on chapter, not realizing how bad of an idea that is until after a I post it.