Thinking about the Dovahkiin
Thinking about realizing your kind of a demigod.
Thinking about the panic amd confusion after you absorb your first dragon soul, wondering whats going on.
Thinking about learning you are some fated hero who can do things that they don't understand.
Thinking about lying awake at night, wondering that if you died, where would you go? Would you go to your races/religions afterlife, or go with Akatosh?
Thinking about wondering if you are a person stuck with the soul and blood of a Dovah, or a Dovah trapped in the mind and body of a person.
Thinking about the mental and/or physical discomfort that comes with absorbing words of power or dragon souls.
Thinking about the realization that the Dovah you have slain were your kin.
Thinking about realizing that you never felt like you belonged with your kind because you were never fully one of them, but you're not a Dovah either.
Thinking about the Dovahkiin, crying at a shrine of Akatosh, just begging to know what they are.
Thinking about Dovah instincts and tendencies getting stronger the more dragon souls you absorb, and realizing that your losing more and more of yourself to this power, but you need it to save the world.
Thinking about the Dovahkiin snapping at and hurting their friends because a Dovahs nature is to conquer, destroy, and hurt.
Thinking about the horror of realizing you don't know what you are. Being scared but not being able to tell if you're afraid of what you are, or afraid of the fact that you don't know what you are.
Thinking about giants and bears and other enemies that are described as 'not generally hostile unless threatened' that do attack unprovoked- and wondering if it's because they can sense that the Dovahkiin has a Dovahs soul and therefore an immediate threat.
Thinking about realizing that you have this great untapped power inside of you, but also a deep seeded nature to destroy that is only growing with that power- and not knowing if you'll be able to control it.
Thinking about running to dragonsreach from the western watch tower, tears streaming down your face and in near panic, trying to figure out what just happened to you.
Thinking about the phantom limbs, itchy skin, strange urges and harmful habits- like picking at skin or pulling at hair- that comes with being a soul in the wrong body.
Thinking about getting sick or too cold after hanging out with Parthurnaax for too long because you're more comfortable around him since he's the only presence that makes your soul feel like it belongs- even when your body can't take it.
Thinking about all the other issues caused by having the blood and soul of a Dovah, and it being practically incompatable with your mortal body and mind.
