▓ ▌TINVAAK: FAHLIIL ▌▓
malevolentnightshade
Paarthurnax shifted over his grisly kill, a buck plucked from earth and then dropped down like a stone. Crimson streaked across silver and white scales as the Dovah studied the Altmer before. Narrowed nostrils flared as he caught a scent; Dovah, and yet not Dovah. Dovahkiin, but she was not of the Sos.
“Drem Yol Lok, Greetings. Do not fear. Zu'u fen ni aax hi. Harm will not befall you, Rek-Fahliil.”













