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My name? I am;
- Paarthurnax
personality:
Paarthurnax could be considered a wise and scholarly type brute, overall. His bearing is thoughtful,and his interest in the world around him is powerful. A recluse, he formally tried to hide himself away from the world, but has once again seen fit to explore it's wonders... Especially since he was brought to this world without his consent(Lol birth sucks). It is impossible to doubt his wisdom, as being a nomad really gets you there eventually. He is never too comfortable in one place, he likes to keep moving forward and experiencing new things as much as possible.
Deep within his heart, however, Paarthurnax holds a terrible and cruel streak that he does all he can to suppress. Like most people within this world, he has a lust for power that can never be appeased. Instead, he tries to stay away from it's lure and be content in himself and his life. There are times he's crossed the line in his want for strength, and he regrets those times very deeply.
He has a protective streak in him too, and could be considered fatherly to those younger than himself or to whom he fancies. But it would take a great deal of his respect and his trust for him to open up fully to another.
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My Scars? Why do you ask?
I gaze from atop a mountain at the land that stretched endlessly over the horizon; so much to see, to learn. The world was endless, and it was mine to explore. I ignored the cold sting of snow at my feet, lost in the moment of even comprehending leaving a mark on every inch of this planet. The tattered cape tied around my neck flipped in the cold breeze that slapped my face, its cowl resting at my shoulders in wait, there was a storm coming, and it wasn't going to be easy to travel through. 'Perfect' I thought inwardly, a challenge always greeted with a welcome embrace. "Paarthurnax" bellowed a deep voice behind me, summoning from the deepest reaches of thought. I peer over my shoulder at my traveling companion, Sigurd, and acknowledge him with a faint and almost undetectable grin. I knew his calling to me meant it was time to depart, so I look out at the world before me once more before turning to accompany him on the trail to no where in particular.
We were nomads. We traveled tirelessly to see what the world had to offer to us, we wanted to experience the best this world had in store for any weary travelers. We marched not for any selfish reasons other than to simply march, it appeased us. Sigurd has been my partner through thick and thin, and many a-year before now, I trusted him and him alone. I met the brutish sap as a pup, we would always get into trouble together. Our adventurous mind-sets were only great enough to challenge each others in a race to the finish line, a non-existent finish line that is. We left our pack of origin as soon as we could hunt for ourselves, all of the other lessons that came with childhood we learned on our own. Since then we have been surviving, and pretty darn well if you ask me. We only stopped in settlements for a short time, to rest without having to keep an eye open and all.
Sigurd and I paced up a hill, bantering playfully amongst ourselves as we always had, this frosted wasteland not daunting our spirits in the slightest. What can I say? Together we really had nothing to worry about, we shouldered each others burdens as if we were one, but fought with the fury of an army. I was not scared.
"Hey Naax" Sigurd sighed with a stupid smile on his face, the chump cant stop grinning. I glared to him, with a bemused look on my face, deciding I was willing to listen to his jibber-jabber once again. I'm actually surprised I hadnt shot him at an earlier time, all of the opportuniti-
"I have been thinking" my thoughts were interrupted by the boom of his voice, and my ears shuddered a bit. "Would you, settle down if you had a reason?"
I could feel the shock rise onto my face, asking such a thing, at the time, seemed like such verbal assault. "What reason could possibly be good enough to stop traveling?" I protested, secretly actually kind of upset over it, what if he did actually plan on leaving me? Sigurd shook his head, and laughed a bit "You look so offended, calm down, I am just asking" he chortled, looking at the trail once more. I thought about his question, and then curiosity took over "What reason could ever even spur the thought of settlement?" I ask gently, but interested nonetheless.
"I dont know... a mate maybe?" he answered, and I noticed a blush creep onto his face, oh no, something was up. "In the name of oblivion, Sigurd, dont tell me-" I jumped at him in shock, was this the end? He sidestepped away from me, I guess he was nervous "Well, it was the last town, we're not mates, but-" he paused, stopping in his tracks and staring at the earth beneath him. I stopped a few steps in front of him and looked back "Naax I think I'm in love" he admitted, looking up with a guilty look on his face. I growl and turn, storming off the trail, I didnt want him to leave me, I wouldnt let him leave me, we agreed never to fall in love and he was going back on that.
Sigurd followed, yelling out after me "PAARTHURNAX" he called "Are you INSANE?! We're in cougar and bear territory, stay on the trail!"
I wasnt in the mood for his orders, in fact I was done with them. If he wanted to go waste his life with some female then so be it. I wasnt paying attention, but in a split second there was this bone chilling roar and a snarl coming from behind me, where I left Sigurd. I turned around in horror, and saw a cougar swipe furiously at Sigurd's face, flooring him immediately. I spun on my heels and launched into a sprint towards the big cat, teeth bared and ready for action. The big cat noticed me, and due to my head on approach, it swung its deadly paw at my face in time to gash at my snout. The pain was excruciating, but I had to ignore it in order to help Sigurd, who was only just pulling himself off the ground. I jumped again at the big cat, but once again it countered me. It slapped the side of my face and sliced my left ear open in two places. The impact floored me just as it had Sigurd, but this time the cat came for me, racing until it was held back be some unknown force.
Sigurd had bit the cat by the tail, and was keeping it from getting to me by using his weight to anchor it. The cougar spun around in rage, and attacked Sigurd maliciously. All I heard were the yelps and screams of my best friend who was being torn open right before my eyes. My whole world went quiet, and all I could hear was a sharp ringing in my ears. My body pulled its self to a stand, and instinctively went for the neck of the big cat, using my entire weight to pull it off Sigurd. It yowled and struggled, flailing it paws furiously in my direction in attempts to swat me off like most would do a fly. My only aim was to get it off Sigurd, not any further. I held onto its neck for dear life, shaking my head furiously hoping now to do some damage. It was then I saw Sigurd jump onto its stomach and rip furiously at the softest part of his neck. I suddenly felt victorious, we had won together once more, but that was before I heard the rip of flesh I knew so well. The cougars back paws had flown up and ripped at him, that was the end of my friend and he very slowly closed his eyes and rolled off into the blood covered snow. I ran to my friend and stood over him while the cougar recovered its footing and fled, obviously smart enough to realize that even it was too injured to risk any more fighting. I panted furiously and when it was gone, I looked down to Sigurd expectantly, hoping to see his eyes open, to see him breathing. But alas, they were closed, and his breath was lost in the wind.
To this day I mourn, it was my fault he died, if I hadn't wandered off the trail because I wasn't going to get my way, maybe he would be alive today and with that female he spoke of. I spent all that night and the next day digging him a grave in silence, forbidden by my guilt to speak any words in hope he would forgive me. Somewhere deep down I know he would tell me it wasnt my fault, but it was, unintentionally of course, but still my fault. Today I travel alone, not even bothering to stop in settlements any more for fear I might hurt more people. I still survive, and pretty well still if I may say so myself, but never will I forget the lesson I learned that day, and I have the scars to remind me in the days to come.
