Paarthurnax (
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thebastion2014-08-20 02:59 am
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Day 218
Who: Paarthurnax and Tobias
Open: Closed
When: 218 (backdated)
Where: Out on the Skyway
What: To be a dragon is a difficult thing.
Format: log, action, etc.
Warnings: Probably a high probability of violence
It's taken some time for Paarthurnax to scout the perfect place for what they seek to accomplish. In his world, it was a rare sort that could take on his kinds form. There were Daedra, often mocking of his father and mimicking him with such in mind. There were those who had such blood flowing through their veins and which could call upon it in great stress, such as one particular king in Tamriel's lands.
This was a different case, and Paarthurnax could not deny it intrigued him. However, he knew that there was always a chance that things could go... wrong.
The instincts of dragons were powerful things.
Still, after some searching, he found a portion of the skyway that was decently large enough and a good distance from the Bastion as well. It's there he lands one day, settling on the earth and looking for his much smaller and feathered companion.
Open: Closed
When: 218 (backdated)
Where: Out on the Skyway
What: To be a dragon is a difficult thing.
Format: log, action, etc.
Warnings: Probably a high probability of violence
It's taken some time for Paarthurnax to scout the perfect place for what they seek to accomplish. In his world, it was a rare sort that could take on his kinds form. There were Daedra, often mocking of his father and mimicking him with such in mind. There were those who had such blood flowing through their veins and which could call upon it in great stress, such as one particular king in Tamriel's lands.
This was a different case, and Paarthurnax could not deny it intrigued him. However, he knew that there was always a chance that things could go... wrong.
The instincts of dragons were powerful things.
Still, after some searching, he found a portion of the skyway that was decently large enough and a good distance from the Bastion as well. It's there he lands one day, settling on the earth and looking for his much smaller and feathered companion.
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He shuts up for a moment, before laughing a bit - a rumbling sort of noise. "Sorry. I used to be really into dinosaurs when I was little. I read every book I could find in the library on them."
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After all, it's nice to be the one listening instead of speaking so much. It's been some time before he came to the Bastion that he could listen to conversations such as this. "You spoke of only most being landbound. Were there others, then?"
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He pulls up suddenly and does a loop in the air, letting out another laugh. This - this is what he dreamed of when he was little. Dragons flying through the air, large and regal beasts that could take on whatever they needed to. Wise creatures, and powerful. He rejoins Paarthurnax, but if he were on the ground he'd be wagging his tail.
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The sudden sound behind him makes him look back. Very faintly, the carefree actions remind him of something. New to the world, fascinated at the feel of wind under his wings so natural, delighted at hunting, laughing with his brother-
"You seem to be enjoying yourself."
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He opens his mouth in a sort of grin, looking up at the old dragon.
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"Enjoy yourself. Adjust to that form. There are other things we should speak of, but they can wait for another day."
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"Zul Mey Gut!" His shout echoes a bit... but nothing further happens.
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