Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2012 10:41:35 GMT
Characters Appearing: Paarthurnax and Lady Bernkastel
Time of Day: Sunset
Location(s): A beautiful oasis, where the sand dunes can be seen for miles.
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Plot Summary: The ancient dragon and the witch meet in the strangest of places.
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He'd heard tales of the beauty of the desert but had never traveled there himself. Before retreating to his mountain one thousand years in the past, he'd flown across much of his world of Tamriel but never spied the sandy seas he had always been curious about. Having sat alone as a hermit for centuries, Paarthurnax was now grateful for the opportunity to be free, the ability to do as he pleased, to go to the desert if he so desired, and to watch the fantastic sun set.
The sky was streaked with colours, reds, oranges, everything that was hot and fiery. It felt so right to the elderly beast who watched the sun sink below the sand dunes slowly with a wistfulness to his cloudy eyes. He had not bothered to change to his mortal form on this day, as he assumed no one else would be out here. It had been bad enough travelling here by wing, let alone sitting about as a much smaller form in a lot more armour.
The dragon had settled by the side of a large oasis, the largest he had seen in this location. The water seemed cool and fresh for something supposedly stagnant and he supposed it must be due to a natural spring beneathe the sands. Palm trees grew here, the leaves lazily swaying in the soft desert breeze. The dragon lay at one side of the pool, his large head resting on the hot sand comfortably, wings spread out, and the tip of one just trailing into the water, along with the tip of his tail.
"Fo krah diin.." He murmered softly after a moment, a small breath of frost leaving his lips at the words, cooling his face for a few moments before the frost breath evaporated into the air as if it had never been. As much as he was enjoying the heat, he was also rather looking forwards to the supposedly freezing night. That would feel similar to his beloved Skyrim, but perhaps without the snow.
After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked about blearily, his old eyes not the best at picking out detail any more. He was certain he had sensed someone. He frowned very softly at the feeling blinking slowly in the dimming light before resting his head on the earth again, though this time much more warily. He could not spy anyone, but he could definatley feel... something. The old dragon, though cautious by nature, did not move for the moment, deciding he was too obvious anyway, and motion might make it worse. Though what did a dragon have to fear in the middle of the desert? Not a sand fox or cactus, that was for sure.
Suddenly a lot more focused he waited for whoever, or whatever, it was to show themselves.