the dragon felt the power before he saw the one who carried it : his waned senses were still strong enough to feel the great weight upon his back , the scales at his neck . it pushed in , made him stir from his place of rest against the edge of the great rock that clung to empty air , forced to find a different way to position himself . this was not the dovahkiin who had slain him and cleaved his soul and spirit from him . yet he still carried his rage no matter how diluted it might be now and recognised the essence that suppressed his very wings from carrying him away . ❝ lif zey naalein , dovahkiin . hi fen siiv nid het . ❞
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