dovahkiin;

korasu, dragon of the north. a warrior, alchemist and sorcerer. the last dragonborn.

[soeuratous-blog]

      — — - A rarity now? It seemed quite the understatement, considering she knew all the dragons to be dead, long dead, extinct and never to return. Whispers from across the Narrow Sea would tell her that Daenerys Targaryen had dragons of her own now, but until it was proven fact, she would brand it as rumor.

                     "Lady Margaery of House Tyrell. I am not royal, ser. Not yet." Not ever, if I do not find my way back — she added in her thoughts, but thought it better to remain silent. 

       "And what may I call you?"

[dovxhkiin]

    ----The only dragon left in this barren land, an Ancient Dragon by the standards of the Nordic people, was left in the Dragonborn's possession to be domesticated. Unlike most other dragon kind in other realms, the Dovah were their own species, that could speak and write their own language. They could offer a reliable transport when needed. And, given the situation, now seemed to be the time.

         " Korasu, the Dovahkiin. It's a pleasure, Lady Margaery. "

        After he was done, he turned to the open field before him. " Od---ahviing! " His words, spoken in the dragon's tongue, rang throughout the land before yielding a response. Before the two flew a large dragon, rust in color. Just before him sat the dragon Abraxas.

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     ♕ — “Well, that’s very smart o’ya, mate. Track me down within minutes, aye?”

[dovxhkiin]

   " Seconds, more like. "

[iniqui-deactivated20140730]

     ♕ — “I ‘eard mead, ‘m in.”

[dovxhkiin]

   " If you ever go missing, I'll be sure to have Abraxas search the scent of mead and sweat. But, might as well. "

[dovxhkiin]

   " Y'know, I'm really startin' to question this 'Last Dragonborn' thing. Honestly. We should just have a party now. Get some mead. Burn a forest down or something. "

[soeuratous-blog]

        — — -Surely it meant something else. She tried not to look taken aback at the man’s description.

"Slain… dragons. Ah. An interesting material, I should believe.                          I was traveling, though I seem to have wandered a little far from my caravan. Where is the nearest inn? Surely they will think to look for me there.”

[dovxhkiin]

------To learn the entirety of the Thu'um, Korasu has had to kill at least thirty five Dovah in his lifetime. He decided from the strange tone in the woman's voice that Dragons were rare where they came from.

        " They are a rarity now, but yes. "

        Tilting his head a moment, the Dovahkiin shook his head. " This is the only place to stay for miles. You find yourself far north in the lands of Skyrim, stranger. However, if it should please you, I may be able to transport you to Cyrodiil. You may be able to contact the rest of your party from there. What do you call yourself? You look to be of Royalty, wherever you're from. "

[hikarinimichi]

Send me a § if you ship our muses~

Or probably will in the future.

[soeuratous-blog]

      — “Your armor is rather… unique. I do not believe I have seen its equal in my years. And I have seen my share of armor.”

[dovxhkiin]

    " It is crafted of the skin of slain dragons. The rest is simple bear fur and smelted metals. From where do you come, strange woman? Your regal appearance doesn't fit these forests. "

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"What the hell is Skyrim? I’ve never heard of tha place. What’re ya huntin?"

[dovxhkiin]

    " Skyrim, the place in which you currently stand. And whatever passes by. Usually pigs or deer in the forests. Who are you? "

[dovxhkiin]

   " ----What a strange cloak you wear, stranger. Those are not of these lands. How far did you travel to prance about alone in the wilderness? And what business do you have roaming near my castle? "

[dovxhkiin]

    " Another stranger in the fields of Skyrim. Who are you, and what brings you so far North? Is it the hunt again? "

[yxurobsession-deactivated201404]

didnt i just say no korasu

[dovxhkiin]

ok serana ill come back later

[yxurobsession-deactivated201404]

the double dovah d is calling serana is this a sign

no

[dovxhkiin]

ok just one

[queenxcersei]

       [ she is wary; she is lost. the forest is no forgiving pasture for a lioness, and a deeper darkness runs in every shadow; one that threatens to swallow her whole with doubt and fear. then she lays eyes on him. a man, it appears, no different from any other— that is, until he speaks.                                                               wordless, the queen makes some attempt at gathering her scattered conscious; oddity or not, he could be of help, he could be of use— he could get her back to Jaime, to her children, to her c r o w n.  ]                         ❝ Who are you?                                                      Speak truly—                                                      of that, and                                                                       where exactly I find myself. ❞                               

[dovxhkiin]

    [ it appears as though she's lost her way. convenient, at least, to find ones self lost in the forests of southern skyrim. surrounded by miles of trees, an ocean of grass and weeds and not much else save for the cold, they're both in the middle of nowhere. the only difference being that korasu may call his dragon for assistance at any time.

       scratching his head for a moment, the dovahkiin puts away the knives he'd been using to uproot plants as not to be perceived as a threat. ]

               " I am Korasu,                                                                                                                                and you are in the lands of Skyrim. "

          [ noticing the now thickening clouds covering the skies above, he thinks for a moment. if they were to travel through the air, the cover would have to be dealt with. so, to correct the problem, he reaches for another collection of words from the thu'um. ]

                " Lok---vahkoor! "

          [ and lo, the clouds part to reveal the rays of the sun. ]

[dovxhkiin]

la a a a a a a a zy day

[oxboxer]

Hmmm, Valentine’s day is coming up again, ain’t it? BRINGIN’ THESE BACK, by request.

These are a thing I made. Shame level holding steady at 0%.

[yxurobsession-deactivated201404]

        {☽} — Serana’s face melted into a cool mask of displeasure at the sight of the orange eyes so commonly associated with that of a vampire. Her blood boiled that such would occur to someone she had thought of as a friend. With the speed that her kind was known for, Serana was by the Dragonborn’s side, “Who did this to you?” Her voice was soft, it easily masked the anger she felt. She knew he was a capable warrior, she had seen it firsthand, but she wanted to know. The Dovahkiin would have killed the vampire that had done this. Still it did not sit well with her. Had it been one of the court? Could he possibly be a Vampire Lord? She dared to reach out, but her fingers merely twitched in response.

[dovxhkiin]

        " He was no more than a boy, " the Dragonborn began. There was nary a hint of remorse in his voice. " U'onryn. He wished to accompany me back to Skyrim, and I suspected him a thief. After I declined, he attacked and infected me. Had I known of the infection sooner, I would've sought help. He is dead now. " The scars that cover the Dovahkiin's face now scarred, his head turns to sit upon Serana as she rushes to his side. Vampires, at least in the land of Tamriel, used to be despicable creatures who only lived in the darkness. But, after the displacement of Emperor Mede and the beginning of the Serruka Dynasty, their kind have received a more equal treatment. When the woman reaches forward, he brings a hand up to grasp the icy skin. A memory of his past, maybe. But the power that the Thu'um gives a Dragonborn remains similar to that of a Vampire, and that's something he can respect her for.

[yxurobsession-deactivated201404]

of course im right

I’m always right

[dovxhkiin]

ok calm it down there marceline