This one will not be dropped, as I've gotten a few PMs and at least one of the reviews telling me to not drop my stories as they see that happen too much, and they want to see the stories completed. So just so everyone's aware, I won't drop either of these two stories. Or hopefully another one in the future, once I come up with a good plot.
However, this one will take a back seat to Beyond the Facade. So this one will not be updated as much or as often, but it will be updated hopefully semi regularly.
Odahviing sat on the edge of a longish rock that poked out of the mountain to resemble a sort of perch. His wings hung lazily at his sides while looking down to the valley so far below him. He vaguely caught parts of Paarthurnax's way of the voice speech to the other dragons he'd managed to gather together. Most of the dragons listened halfheartedly, not very interested. Odahviing glanced back to look at the small crowd and ancient, weathered dragon. He watched vaguely for just a few moments before turning his head back to the valley below.
He turned his head again at the sound of a rustle. His eyes caught the dark scales glinting in the midday light of the ancient dragon that moved over to him. The dragon stopped in his slow, quiet movements near Odahviing, obviously not wanting to be cause by Paarthurnax in sneaking away. He raised his head and observed Odahviing for a moment before breathing out quietly, "Drem Yol Lok Odahviing."
Odahviing bowed his head in acknowledgement and replied "Drem Yol Lok Folooksahlok." He turned his head back towards the valley, now ignoring Paarthurnax's voice behind him. He would never heed his 'way of the voice'. He followed a different path now.
Folooksahlok watched the red dragon for a few longer moments, then asked, "Krosis Dreh Odahviing Aam Faal Dovahkiin?" He asked, tucking his wings under his body while easing his body to the ground, sliding his legs off to the side, hip resting comfortably in the snow.
Odahviing looked back to Folooksahlok and nodded, "Geh" He confirmed. "Alduin was unfit for his rule." He continued, observing the ancient dragon, now lounging in the snow, "The Dovahkiin has proven her Suleyk and Thu'um to rule the Dov. However her Sil is trapped in a Joor shell, and requires protection."
Folooksahlok nodded slowly and looked down to the valley Odahviing seemed to be so interested in. "What of Paarthurnax and his way of voice?" He asked, the accusation slowly creeping into his voice causing a small growl. He didn't enjoy the new tyranny. And didn't like the idea of any other of his race to endorce the the tyranny.
Though the growl died in his throat when Odahviing shook his head. "I do not follow Paarthurnax. Pruzaan Hind Wah Paarthurnax. I doubt he will get far." He turned his head to look to the sky while his tail slowly curled loosely around his legs. "I follow the Dovahkiin, not Paarthurnax." He finished, watching the clouds swirl far above his head.
That was more than enough confirmation for Folooksahlok, and he nodded as well. Perhaps if he followed the Dovahkiin as well, Paarthurnax would back off. It would be worth a try. As he had very little interest in the old dragon who served with the common Joor he called the Greybeards.
Sorry for the short chapter.
Folooksahlok - haunt phantom sky
He is an ancient dragon, in case you missed it. And I plan to use him as a side character for this fic.
Krosis Dreh Odahviing Aam Faal Dovahkiin - Apologies, does Odahviing serve The Dragonborn
Geh - yes
Suleyk - power
Sil - soul
Joor - mortal
Pruzaan Hind Wah Paarthurnax - Best wish to Paarthurnax