(Pinewatch Day 2/3rd POV)
Drakar woke early only to notice a missing dragon in the overhang. "No..." He scrambled around the over hang shouting "no no NO!" He frantically looked around and saw no evidence. 'Did she think I poisoned her!? Please gods tell me she's ok!" Soon a pair of hands went over his eyes. "It didn't work you jerk!" Said the playful voice as he turned. He swore his hearts stopped for a second to see a girl wearing his tunic. It hung off of her, but did a lot more than the wind. "Remember I only want to stay like this for a week ok." 'It was her' Drakar leaped out to her and hugged her. She gave a small yelp as he hugged her. "Thank the gods you're ok!" She looked down to see the worried man, but then his head shot up. "What do you mean it didn't work?" He then noticed the pair of wings remaining and a smaller, but still noticeable tail. "I don't know, but you're not flying on my back anytime soon..." The two soon heard footsteps outside the overhang. A pair of strange people wearing odd fatigues soon appeared in front of the entrance. "Are you the one they call dragon born?" Drakar got up and moved forward. "Who wants to know?" "Lord Miraak sends his regards!" The two jumped at him with full force, but didn't get the chance to scratch him as he caught one by the throat and Alduin launched at breakneck speed and splattered him across the overhangs pillars.
"Let go of me this instant!" The cultist squeaked as she struggled. "Sure. I'm sure the princes in oblivion will take ya off my hands." He bared a dagger and made a steady approach. Soon the cultist wasn't feeling so loyal anymore. "Wait! WAIT! Please I don't want to die..." She said crying. "Well then best talk before I send you to the gods." She nodded frantically. Drakar let her go as she the floor with a thud. "Now talk or my friend here will turn your head into red mist." Alduin cracked her knuckles. "Ok I'll tell you were came from!" She shiver up into a ball and spoke in a shrill voice between the tears.
(30 minutes later)
The assassin was curled up shivering. "Must be traumatized from the threats" Alduin swayed nervously and looked down. "Was I suppose to kill him?" Drakar just shrugged and looked at the cultist. "Maybe you could've taken it down a notch with the whole head smashing, but I don't blame you." Alduin looked down and saw the new feet she had. She had awoken in the middle in the night and moved around to practice walking and balance. She fell a handful of times, but got the hang of it. Drakar looked back and soon walked to her. "there's nothing to be ashamed about. If you hadn't acted I would have been hurt of worse" Lifted her head a little and looked at her in the eyes. She was drawing him into a loop were he couldn't rip his eyes from her face. Lush beautiful features. She didn't look like and argonian, but still had scales up to her shoulders and thighs. Her wings had been hugged in the tunic she wore. Her frame was as any other woman in Skyrim, but to him it drew him like a moth to a flame.
"Hey are you ok dova? Drakar snapped out of it and looked back up her. "Yeah just... Thinking." She looked down and remember the strange dreams she had while asleep. The visions she saw of him staying the night in the overhang at times. He was truly in love with her, and she was just the same to him. The only problem was the sniffling whelp on the pillar with a dagger. Wait dagger? She lurched out and stabbed him in the shoulder. He roared with pain as he grabbed her leg and threw her across the floor. She hit a pillar and was knocked out. Drakar growled and looked at Alduin looking at him oddly. Little did he knew she sensed a strange lure. She was getting mating urges for him.
"I'll go treat this wound. Take your time with her if you like." His dark persona change was almost enough to make her jump at him. She nodded silently and watched him go off. After subduing the cultist she began thinking about dirty fantasy's. 'Gods why does he have that lure...' She was having a hard time dealing with the feelings she just had.
(Windhelm Port/Alduin's POV)
We got here in a day or two. Would have been easier if the dova didn't take his time on finding me armor, but I guess it was easier for me to were a fitted set of armor than his tunic. The real question I had on mind though was to ask why I became smaller than the dova! Really why!? He's like 6'2 and I'm like 5'9. I'm a dragon for gods sake! I should at least be 6'10! I shrugged if off. I at least got see him even closer and even go into the cities without mass panic. Me and him got to the port and the captain. "No way." Drakar looked at him annoyed. "I need to get to solstheim. Assassins came here on YOUR boat!" The captain just sighed and looked down. "Fine, but the next few visits will cost more." "Deal" Drakar and the captain shook hands. The boat will depart in a hour so we had time. "Hey. Hows the armor?" I felt the armor on my body. It was dragon scale armor that he found in a couple of chests. He tempered them so they fit better and they adapt to my wings. "Fells ok. Considering I'm wearing the dead skin of my fellow dova..." I shivered at the thought. "Sorry. I would wear it myself, but since you're not use to being in a human form I want you to be protected until you've really mastered it." I blushed and looked down and he obviously commented. "Aww you're blushing"
"Hmph stupid joor" I said felling my hot cheeks. Why did he have to be so cute at times...
