Disclaimer: I don't own destiny (which belongs to bungie) or The Elder Scrolls (which belongs to Bethesda). Nor do I own the design for the dragonoid form (that belongs to High-Rez, from their game Smite) I only own those that are my Original Characters.
She had been resting a long time, this she knew. Like her brothers she was eternal, or at least she had become so. The way of the voice's main doctrine was to take in words of power, words colloquially considered as part of the language of dragons, Dovahzul. When there were no more things that caught her attention, when the Empire was reunited and had absorbed the Aldmeri Dominion, when it had (with her help) reconquered all of Tamriel, she had returned to the throat of the world. The snow-capped peak sitting above the clouds had provided the perfect place to meditate on her thu'um. She had learned too late that of the greybeards, only Angier could speak directly to her for a reason. He was the youngest, by a large margin. To truly take in words of power was to take their very essence and add it to your's.
She had meditated on eternal. And became like her brothers. Just like her brothers, she could experience death. She would simply reform after a bit of time, her very soul bringing her body back to life. Even creating a new body if truly necessary. After a century more of life, it became obvious that though her soul was growing older (only really noticeable to her brothers), her body remained the same. Even when damaged it would eventually return to its original state. Her skill and power grew evermore over the years. Eventually, her brothers truly acknowledged her as a dovah. The only true female dovah at that. A couple more centuries, spent traveling and helping Tamriel keep itself from falling apart, and Akatosh visited her. Gifting her Alduin's soul, and thus his power. Which she found to be far more than expected.
When she fought him in sovngarde, he had been stronger than any other foe she had faced before or since. Miraak and Harkon had been experienced and with power of their own, but their raw power and strength had been nothing compared to Alduin's. And apparently Alduin had barely restored any of his true power at the time. The threat of Alduin's destruction had been real, but far less urgent than she had believed. At the rate his power had been coming back to him, it would have taken a couple centuries to return to his full strength. She had been able to win because the pace of a mortal was simply too fast for him to match.
Alduin was more than just the firstborn of the dovah, he was the third and final piece of the dragon god of time. A full third of Akatosh's soul. Alduin was the literal embodiment of the end times. The sunset of world history. The fires located in Cyrodiil that kept the daedra at bay had only been around during the history of the empire. Alduin had ruled Nirn long before those were established, in ancient times when the daedra could come and go with impunity. There was a damn good reason for that. Alduin was strong enough to beat back the daedra within their own planes of Oblivion. Doing such was literally his job as the embodiment of the end times. To return the world to the state of its origin and allow Auri-el to take the reins once again as the embodiment of the beginning. Akatosh was the embodiment of the midpoint between those two, he was the strongest simply because his aspect covers everything that isn't the start or end of time. And the world had existed for a long time since Auri-el had started time.
It took her nearly a full century to recover from and get used to having Alduin's soul and power be added onto her's. Also took her a while to get her thu'um removed from her normal speech. One nice thing that came with Alduin's soul was enough power to form her own dragonoid form. Apparently all normal dovah formed their own bodies upon their 'birth', which is why some looked a bit different. However at the same time they were all eternal, unchanging, beings that don't share the imagination of mortals. So she decided she needed a truly special form that set her apart as the sole daughter of Akatosh, the sole female dovah.
It took her a full month of design, but she finally felt satisfied with her form. Large first off, about as large as Alduin had been. Though less bulky than Alduin and also longer, more streamlined. Four legs ending in clawed digits with two more limbs coming out of her back to form a (comparatively) small pair of wings. Wings that normally wouldn't be able to get her off the ground, but like her brothers they were filled with a store of magicka that allowed them to function properly. Shorter neck, like a wolf's. And a long tail, three times as long as the torso in fact. Magically hardened fur covered the torso, neck, and tail. With dual spined, ethereal, horizontal webbings running down the spine from the base of the neck and connecting at the tip of the tail. The wings are feathered, and the legs plus head are scaled. Blue feathers and fur with mahogany red scales. There are also a pair of horns coming from the back of the skull and curving off to the side. Extending off the side of the head a bit before splitting off in two directions. Forming a shape rather reminiscent of a battleaxe head. The horns are a bright red that fades to mahogany (going top to bottom). The head is shaped differently too, less designed to be a physical damage source like what her brothers' have. It is smaller, smoother, and the teeth are smaller and less robust. Still fully capable of being used to bite, but delivering more ripping and tearing compared to her brothers' crushing jaws. Her draconic form shared her purple eyes. To top everything off, her feathers, horns, and webbing all glowed as a side effect of storing extra magicka.
In her dragon form she could either float upright in a fight while casting magic using her mouth (generally for her thu'um) or her front limbs. Or she could dive into the thick of things and fight like the beast she was.
With Alduin's soul however, also came the curse of knowledge and understanding. The end times were now her job, and they were long overdue. Nirn had been stagnating for milenia now, since the second era. It had been on the edge of collapsing since then, to allow for the next world to come forth. Nirn was ten thousand years old; it had lasted the longest of all the gods' attempts to keep Mundus from stagnating. But finally it had reached the point where they wanted to try again with a new plan. They would be hiding all traces of magic and themselves in the next world. Most dovah would be reabsorbed by Akatosh, but considering what she now was she would be joining the gods in hiding.
The gods allowed her time to mentally prepare herself, Dagon even offered to help her. But she went through with her duty.
And the world burned as Mundus's very crust shattered, melted, and reformed.
Once it had reformed she found a nice spot, buried herself under several tons of rock, and allowed her body to simply die. Her soul went into a dormant hibernation state so that she didn't accidentally reform herself. And there she lay, patiently awaiting the day the gods either decided to restart the world again, or to simply tell her that staying hidden was no longer needed. That the world had developed past the point where it could go stagnant.
So when she felt the prodding of something far lesser than the gods upon her soul, she was confused. It felt almost like the dovah did, a fragment of a much larger being's soul having taken form and independent thought. Except it was small and didn't feel like any of the gods she knew. Perhaps it was a fragment of a magne-ge? But why then had a magne-ge fractured their soul? And why was it prodding at her's? Wait, this feeling… the little creature was trying to reform her forcibly! Strange though, it was attempting to form her into a humanoid form. Likely meant it had some connection to the races of man. She supposed the key word was attempting though, as it was failing to reform her and getting rather frustrated in the process. She wondered how long she had been asleep, that the magne-ge had decided to come to Mundus. She also wondered how stubborn the little creature was, as it had been trying to reform her for several hours now and only managing to keep her awake and aware.
Well now that she thought about it, if the magne-ge were here then obviously something has gone terribly wrong. Usually the magne-ge don't care about Mundus, and even when they do try to enter Mundus the gods keep them at bay. Keep them from doing anything that could harm the fabric of Mundus. With the full ban on magic, then they wouldn't even be let into the world.
With that in mind, Father shouldn't mind if she makes use of this invitation to check on the state of the world. So surging her power she grips the form the little fragment was trying to create for her. Interesting; it was a near perfect copy of her old human form, just more… perfect in a sense. Maybe improved would be a better word. Long blonde hair marking her nord heritage, amethyst eyes, a muscled -if thin- body, with the normal pale complexion of the nords. Her only really stand-out feature being her unusually short height, around the height of a breton. Something she had been endlessly teased for by her pears back in the place of her birth. The fact the little fragment knew how her old body looked immediately made her both curious and cautious. She had never once shown herself to the people in this new world. Not once ventured beyond her resting place. Maybe it had just gotten really lucky with its guess, she wasn't about to just believe that though. She would have some questions for the fragment, that is for sure.
She smoothed out the process enough that the fragment managed to build her body and insert her soul within it. Opening her eyes she looked around while sitting up, not yet used to controlling this body. She had awoken in what was now a forest (it had simply been dust and newly formed rocks back when she chose it), with a mountain chain off to her right and the scent of a large body of water on the wind. Well at least as long as she was reading the signals from her senses correctly. If she wasn't they would level out in time thanks to her soul. The mountain having risen up must have been what dragged her body close enough to the surface for the fragment to find. She was currently sitting up next to an old oak that was dominating this area of the forest, surrounded on all sides by smaller though similar trees. She could also feel her body start to produce magical energy. Unlike if she was in her dragonoid body, she would take at least a thousand years to reach her old power in this humanoid body. If she switched to her dragonoid form (which would take a little energy to accomplish) that would be shortened to merely two and a half centuries. But, it isn't like there was an express need to reach that level of power. For now at least she was simply scouting.
Looking down she noticed that the fragment had indeed dressed her. In armor at that. However raggedy it was, it would still be better than nothing. Though she wondered why there was a need to form the body already wearing armor. The armor itself consisted of beige, white, and black colored chestpiece, gauntlets, leggings, boots, and helmet. The helmet was ripped off as soon as it was noticed, she had never had to wear one. She especially disliked full face ones, they just earked her. She knew the tactical use they provide, she knew it could be stupid to forgo them. She really didn't care. Each piece of the armor was interconnected with fabric that felt strangely glossy. She realized why once she realized she couldn't feel the wind on her body, just on her face. (she had ripped the helmet off almost as soon as she had woken up, having noticed it immediately.) It was sealed armor. She had only seen its kind once before, a dwemer prototype from just before they disappeared. Armor designed to keep the environment out just as much as to keep attacks out. She couldn't fathom why. In combat, feeling the environment can be crucial to victory.
Moving on from that confusing matter, the actual armoring was rather light. Plating only on the thighs, knees, shoulders, and upper torso. The helmet was mostly metal, but that didn't really matter to her. There was also a white, tattered, cloth hung around her neck. Some sort of grey symbol that probably meant something to the fragment embroidered upon it. Speaking of the fragment, it was speaking. Without a mouth at that.
"Can you hear me? Nod or speak back if you can understand me." Ah maybe she had sat here a bit too long, he seemed worried. "Did I mess up somehow? It was certainly harder than I remember the others telling me. I hope I'm not the one defective ghost, that would be just terrible."
"I can hear and understand you little one, why have you brought me forth? In armor no less? Ah, and my apologies for worrying you needlessly. I was simply getting used to having a body again after so long." Even her voice was more 'perfect.' It rang out lightly and clearly, even those words uttered in response seemed to drift into the air almost in a melody. Hmm, it was also a bit higher pitched than her old voice. So the little fragment was unable to get everything correct.
"Oh thank the Traveler! Well you were brought back to life in order to protect humanity through wielding the Traveler's light against the races of darkness.
… What.