Skyrim 1x1 with Burrito Bunny & Wolfe

[Wolfe]

Please do not post unless you are Wolfe or Burrito Bunny

Skyrim, a world of adventure. From frost trolls to dragons and everything
in between, Skyrim is a terrifying place to live. However, it's hard not to
appreciate the harsh beauty of the land. Skyrim has gone through a time
of general peace, protected by the valiant and powerful Dragonborn.
Alduin was defeated... or so the residents of this dangerous land thought.
Escaping through an alternate universe, and siring two children,
Alduin managed to come back to the Skyrim we know, along
with his two offspring. However, the two children of Alduin
were transformed into one of the races of Skyrim by the
wishes of their mother. Now, Alduin is out for blood. He needs
revenge, and he is willing to go through hell and back to find his
children and wreak havoc on the once-peaceful lands of Skyrim.
With the Dragonborn gone and no other to fill the footprints,
nothing can stop Alduin now. Except for his children.

[Wolfe]

((OoC: Disclaimer: All images were found via Google Images. All credit goes to their respective owners.))

Name: Dante or, if you'd like to call him by his dragon name; Vulitoorkulaan
Name Meaning: Loosely translates in the human tongue as "My Dark Infernal Prince".
Nicknames: Dante has many, which were given to him by people he knew within a different time period. Dainty and Troll happened to be common aliases that a certain Dark Elf called him, however, these names were lost to him after tragic events were set in motion and straining the two's relationship.
Age: Appears to be in his early to mid-twenties. It is rather hard to tell, considering he is a dragon.
Gender: Male
Family: Alduin (Father), Krahahzidmaar (Mother; Frost Dragon), Alrahin (Brother; Frost Dragon), ((Will edit this once others of Alduin's children are added))
Crush/Mate: Pfffft! As if he'd want such a nuisance following him around.

Personality: Dante is, if at all a comfort to anyone, just like his father in many aspects. He was raised and trained to be this way. And, more often than not, could possibly be pitied for his upbringing, if not for his horrible outlook on the world and his crude attitude. On his own, Dante is snarky, sarcastic, and downright rude. Get him around, ooooh, let's say; elves -- he is even more so. In fact, he hates the elves. Doesn't matter which type. He hates them all. But, let's get back on topic of Dante and his... cruel personality. Yep, that's what I said, cruel. Unfortunately for him (and fortunate for others), he is not in his right state of being. Meaning, once he was transformed into an Imperial male, Dante lost a lot of what he once was. His pride, his demeanor, his arrogance, and his egotistical nature. As of now, he has to learn how to do things all over again. Even something as simple as walking like a human befuddles him. This can actually make him look rather slow; dim-witted even. And this, may be way someone in his past has called him a Troll... or, there is the fact that he is big and muscular, which could also describe the fact that he may be mistaken as a Troll. Well... for whatever reason, he's been called a Troll. End of story.
So, to sum Dante up in a nutshell; He can be arrogant, vain, sarcastic and rude, prideful, egotistical, and just not an overall happy person to be around. More so, if he could show off his true power as a dragon. But then, he's not and, as of right now, has no way of reverting back to his true form.

History: Dante does not remember anything about his past; besides his father and one sibling. He does not remember his mother, or how his father stole him away; training him and his other stolen sibling in secret, before they were all thrown into the Time Stream and sent back in time, back to the Skyrim there father knew. He recollects nothing that far back, and there seems to be no true reason why. Maybe he was just too young to remember, or maybe Alduin has done something to block that portion of his mind, no one can say for sure. All Dante knows, is that, his father is the self proclaimed "King of Dragons" and he wants to take his revenge out on Skyrim. Past Skyrim, that is. And, as such, this is what Dante and his sibling were trained for. Trained to be the strongest of the strong, the proudest of the proud, and the start of their father's dragon army. If they refused his training or were too exhausted to move on, they were punished. Alduin did not seem to care, as he was shaping his children in his own image. This is what they needed to be, no excuses. Alduin needed to have them strong, unwilling to be defiant to him, as he needed his children to be the leaders (under him, of course) of his dragon army and to burn Skyrim to the ground.
When they finally found a way back to the Skyrim their father knew, there was no knowledge that their mother had been searching for them. Pining over her lost children, she made a deal with one of the Dragon Priests of old after realizing what Alduin was about to do. There was no way she, herself, could follow; for she would not allow her remaining children to be subjected to meeting their cruel father or seeing what he made of their siblings. It was all she could do to make sure Alduin could not track down the monsters he created. Therefore, as they slipped into the flow of Time, backtracking into the past, the Priest spun his magic and transformed Alduin's stolen two into things he could not so easily find. This so happened to be one of the many denizens of Skyrim. And, as it sadden their mother to do so, she could no longer see them, just as Alduin could not see them.
Now, Dante (along with his other sibling) are forced to learn the ways of their new found bodies. For the most part, Dante has a hard time doing most things any of the other races of Skyrim call normal. This goes for something as easy as walking. He almost feel strange about only having two legs, no wings, and defiantly no tail to help balance him out. He, also, defiantly can't use most man-made weapons. This usually results in Dante using his fists to do any kind of battling. He also used the dragon language more often than he should; causing many a strange stare. However, this is not him. He hates being trapped in this new, strange body... and now, finds himself trying to get back to what he was. He wants to be a dragon again. No, needs. He needs to be a dragon again. His main reason, you may ask? To find his father and prove to him he is the capable son he trained to be a part of his army. Striving to make his father proud is what drives Dante, and if he can't do this, there is no reason for him to be a part of the world. Or... is there?

Other: In his form, Dragon, Dante looks strikingly like his father, Alduin. Black as night and just as spiky and menacing. However, instead of the red eyes of his father, his are a pale, icy shade of blue; almost white in color. This, perhaps, he got from his Frost Dragon mother. The color of his eyes also stays the same when he is human, one of the only reminders for Dante that he is Dragon, and this all just isn't some huge nightmare he's trapped in.

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Name: Alrahin
Name Meaning: In the human tongue, his name loosely translates to Destroyer God Master
Nicknames: Alrahin... for he is a dragon, and has no need for things such as aliases.
Age: For a dragon, he is young. Only in his early hundreds. Among his kind, Alrahin is still considered a mere Juvenile.
Gender: Male
Family: Alduin (Father), Krahahzidmaar (Mother; Frost Dragon), Dante (Brother), ((Will edit with his other siblings later))
Crush/Mate: He has none. Those are not of his many concern.

Personality: Alrahin is, perhaps, the complete opposite of his brother, Dante. They are like day and night. Where Dante is cruel and selfish; Alrahin is caring and selfless. He is there for his mother, helping her in her time of need. Why, you may ask? Well, their mother still grieves for the children she has lost to Alduin's selfishness. Alrahin would do anything for his family, even if that meant laying down his life to the hands of his father or human; even his own brother, if that is how things are to play out. He is extremely loyal, especially when it comes to his family; his mother, even more so. One could even go as far as saying that, for a Frost Dragon, he is a softy. However, he is not a fool, nor naive. His trust can be somewhat wavering, considering his mother has told him everything of what happened between her and his father. Yes, he may be loyal, but those loyalties are only to a certain few and to no other. At times, he can come off blunt, and even yet, his words are always truthful; even if they can cut deep. And, even then, he finds himself apologizing for hurting someone's feelings. But, as it were, he is still a dragon. Humans and the like are usually scared of him, and therefore, he is there to only do one thing; track down his siblings at all costs and return them to his mother's ever loving embrace.

History: Alrahin's story is drastically different than his brother, Dante's. He never knew his father and the only mention of him was by their mother. In fact, Alrahin has never heard a decent story with his father in it. Alduin was a monster of a dragon, cruel and just as dark as his scales. Sadly, Alrahin almost has his exact namesake. Though, this does not discourage the young Frost Dragon. If truth be told, it make him strive harder to prove to himself (and his mother) that he is nothing like Alduin at all. Besides that, he never ever refers to Alduin as his father. Instead, he speaks of the Black Dragon as if he were just that, another dragon. He is extremely loyal to the sibling that was left with he and their mother, but nothing comes as close as the bond between mother and son. He has always been there for his mother, the one male that has not done something that led to heartbreak and sorrow. Alrahin had to step up and be the "man of the house", and that is just what he did. He tries to be a loving and loyal son to his mother, while at the same time, tries to be the protective big brother to his remaining sibling(s); but then tries to also be a father figure to them.
His mother, Kharahazidmaar always told him the tales about how his father stole away some of his brothers and sisters. He trained them to be killing machines and nothing more. It sadden Alrahin to think of his siblings as mere tools to Alduin, for that is really all they are to him. It also sadden him that he would never fully understand or know these brothers and sisters of his, due to the fact that they were raised by Alduin and were corrupted at such a young age. But, as he grew older, he came to realize that he could help his mother. He (along with the others) could go back in time, just as Alduin had done, to try and bring their family back together and make them whole, without the influences of Alduin and his twisted mind. It sounded good in theory, but Alrahin never thought that maybe, just maybe, his kidnapped siblings didn't want the same thing he did. On a fool's errand, the Dragon Priest somehow opened the rift into Time, allowing them to go back into the past to try to recover what was stolen from them. However, they were not cursed to walk among the peoples of Skyrim as one of them, but as the proud beasts they truly are. This could bring Alrahin to his goal or lead him down a road of misfortune. Only time can tell...

Other: Alrahin takes after his mother in almost every aspect. However, there is a single trait he got from his father. His eye color. Yes, that's right. Alrahin is a Frost Dragon with crimson red eyes.

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Name: Vokulibritkulaas
Name Meaning: In the human tongue, her name loosely translates to "My Evil Beautiful Princess".
Nicknames: Veneficia, or Vene, is the name she goes by when she is human.
Age: She was the last hatched of her dragon siblings, but even so, she is still in her early hundreds; just a juvenile.
Gender: Female
Family: Alduin (Father), Krahahzidmaar (Mother), Alrahin (Brother), Volitoorkulaan (Brother), ((Will edit later))
Cursh/Mate: None, currently. Though, she isn't really looking.

Personality: Vene is a silver tonged serpent readying to strike. She is cold and calculating, but can seem like such an honest creature. Like her brother, Dante, she is very vain, yet she can hold off on this when she needs to, especially if it means getting her fingers/claws dirty for her father. She is also very bitter and selfish when it comes to wanting Alduin's approval. Though, in her human form, she is very cunning and quick witted. This turns on quickly when around the opposite gender and can get her whatever she wants without fail. One must be careful around this slippery serpent or find themselves slowly succumbing to her venom. This can be anyone; family member, supposed friend, or foe. No one is safe from this viper's touch.

History: Vene was one of the few that Alduin neglected after their hatching. She recalls, vaguely, seeing her father. Mainly, those cruel red eyes he is so famous four. As she grew older, hearing the stories her mother told them, she began to wonder why she was not one of the dragons her father stole away into the night. The older she got, the more bitter she became. Honing her thu'um and skills as a mighty dragon, until the day Alrahin made his plan to recover his stolen siblings from Alduin's clutches and bring them back home where they belonged. It was at this time, Vene made her own plans. Going back through time with her siblings, she would ditch them and find her father; but with a little help from the Priest. Stealing a special ring from the Priest, which made it possible for her to switch between dragon and Nord, at will, she managed to get back to old Skyrim and begin to track down her father. Now, Alduin could not ignore her and she could show him that he was wrong for not stealing her away too.

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((She is not a main character, but because she has such a strong tie to the plotline, I thought I'd add her in.))

Name: Krahazidmaar
Name Meaning: Her name means "Cold Bitter Terror".
Nicknames: "Kraha" or "Mother"
Age: Unknown
Gender: Female
Family: Alduin (Former Mate), Alrahin (Son; Frost Dragon), Vulitoorkulaan (Dante; Son), ((Will edit later))
Crush/Mate: At one point in time, it was Alduin.

Personality: Kraha is a recluse, taking refugee deep underground within the vast confines of one of the ancient temples created to worship the dragons. There, she hides with her children, never allowing them to stray any farther than the entrance to their home. Their world is a different one, and she has grown fearful and timid with the coming of a new era. Before becoming this way, she was just like every other dragon; a proud, defiant creature of the skies that commanded worship. When the time of dragons fell, so to did she and her confidence. Now, she is reserved and quiet, never daring to tempt the inevitable. It probably didn't help her self esteem when Alduin tricked her in having his children and stealing two away from her, causing her much misery and sorrow.

History: Krahazidmaar's story is a sad one. It was Alduin who sought her out after having been "killed" by the Dragonborn. It was known that the Dragonborn had not devoured Alduin's soul, but with the black dragon's downfall... came the downfall of the dragons, themselves. Most were killed off by the Dragonborn, even fewer that rallied with the humans they so despised; but there were that small handful that went into hiding. Kraha, just so happened to be one of those few. For centuries, the Frost dragon slumbered, allowing the world to develop and change. It was a surprise to her, when she woke up to find, the one and only, Alduin asking her a favor. That favor... to sire children, and she was one of the only females of their species left; and according to him, the strongest. It was Alduin's game to boost her self esteem. Playing the female dragon into getting what he wanted and then, snatching it all away from her.
The two had a sizable clutch of eggs, yet with the changing of the age, there also game the changing of the seasons. The cold climates of Skyrim began to warm, and with that turn of events, took with it most of their clutch. To make matters worse, while Kraha was on a hunt, the eggs began to hatch. Alduin picked the first two to break from the shells, stealing them and leaving the rest to fend for themselves. When the female Frost dragon returned, she found all but a few of her nestlings had survived from what appeared to be a Skeever attack... and Alduin was nowhere to be found. She was no fool, however, and knew her former mate well enough to take her remaining children away from the place they were born in, and go into hiding again. This time, doing so in the confines of one of the many forgot Dragon Priest temples. As with all of these temples, slept one of the undead priests that still thought the dragons were revered creatures. With his magics, he managed to foil Alduin's secret plan and give the grieving mother some solace that there were more of her children alive; but also fearful for what the great black dragon would do to them. Sadly, she never thought she would ever come face to face with these two, but it seems her children had other plans.

((WIP))

[Burrito Bunny]

Sahdiilfeim

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Gender: Female

Age: A couple centuries, but who's counting?

Crush/Mate: None, she's not really looking for one either.

Family: Alduin (Father), Krahahzidmaar (Mother), Dante (Brother), Iliana (Sister), Alrahin (Brother), Vokulibritkulass (Sister)

Looks: Sahdiilfeim looks similar to her mother, taking on the look of a true frost dragon. With scales hued a light blue and icy eyes to match she doesn't look like her father Alduin much at all.

Personality: Sahdiilfeim is a rather gentle dragon, at least when it comes to her own kind. Of course the humanoid races of Skyrim would beg to differ, labeling her as a cruel monster instead. Thus is life for every dragon though. Sahdiilfeim is a a quiet and shy character, preferring the safety of her mother's cave rather than the open, yet unknown, skies of Skyrim. She is also a rather weak-willed dragon who is easily persuaded. She would much rather go along with the group than stick to her own feelings or beliefs. She tries to avoid hurting the feelings of others at all costs and takes her friendships seriously. She wouldn't do anything to hurt the one she loved, ever. Sahdiilfeim feels bad for her siblings, that ones that are forced to live the lives of the mere mortals of Skyrim. She can't fathom how horrible this must be for them. That's why she is more than willing to help her brother attempt to rescue them and bring them back to their mother.

History: Having been neglected by her father when she hatched, Sahdiilfeim was left to her mother's care. She is eternally grateful for this, shuddering at the thought that she could have been forced to be a ruthless killer like her other siblings. She takes her mother's horrid stories about their father to heart, deciding that he was quite the evil dragon and she wanted nothing to do with him. She doesn't wish to remember him or meet him. Honestly she just wants him to be gone, washed clean out of her life, red eyes and all.
As Alrahin hatched his plan though Sahdiilfeim couldn't help but want to rescue her siblings from the cruel fate they had been assigned. Going along with the plan, Sahdiilfeim readily wanted to go with her brother and sister into the lands of past Skyrim on Alrahin's heroic mission. Never once did she question the intentions of her other siblings or consider what her now humanoid one would want.

Iliana

Unslaadgrah: undending-battle

Gender: Female

Age: Appears to be in her early twenties but in reality is a few centuries old.

Crush/Mate: None, and she doesn't want one.

Family: Alduin (Father), Krahahzidmaar (Mother), Dante (Brother), Sahdiilfeim (Sister), Alrahin (Brother), Vokulibritkulass (Sister)

Looks: When she was in her dragon form, Unslaadgrah had deep blue scales, almost as though the colors of her mother and father just decided to meet half way. Areas such as her chest were darker but along the extremities of her body the color tapered off into a lighter blue. However, she definitely had her father's crimson red eyes, no doubt about it.
After being transformed into a Nord by her mother's Dragon Priest, Iliana's appearance obviously changed quite a bit. Now she has a fair complexion and light brown hair. Her eye color has changed to a blue, though it isn't the same frosty color as her brother's but rather a deeper, more mellow color.

Personality: Regardless of her form, Iliana has always been incredibly competitive. She wants to be the best at anything and everything she comes across, which in turns makes her quite the hard worker. She understands that she needs to work to get better at things, which she is more than willing to do to make her father proud. Iliana is also quiet head strong, rarely does she even think about the consequences of her actions until it is too late. Some would even go as far as to describe her as impulsive. Of course Alduin shook most of the compassion out of her, so Iliana isn't very empathetic. This being said Iliana still knows where her loyalty lies: her father. Her biggest goal is to prove her worth to the black dragon and make him proud. She hates her cursed Nord body and wishes to reunite with her father in dragon form as soon as possible.

History: All Iliana knows is her father and her brother Dante. Even then, her father is just a shadow that is somewhere in her memory. Dante is the only person she truly knows. Her mother is but an illusion to her, something she just has the concept of but no real understanding. Her other three siblings might as well not even exist as she has no memory of them at all.
Moments after breaking free from the confines of her egg, Iliana (better known as Unslaadgrah at the time) and her brother were snatched away by their father Alduin and whisked off so that he could train them to lead his dragon army. She always trained hard, striving to please her father and help him achieve his goals. But her devious mother had a Dragon Priest weave his magic and force her and Dante into the form of one of the races of Skyrim. Iliana found this insulting! To be stuck as a Nord was horrible. Not to mention she was now separated from her father, now a figure she could just barely remember.
Iliana's new body is difficult to control, but she's quickly adapting to it because of her competitive nature. She misses the thu'um but instead settling by trying to use Spell Tomes to learn magic. She has reasoned that she should be able to handle a small dagger and some petty magic while stuck in this cursed form. Any way, she was sure she would not be stuck this way for long. Somehow she would find a way to restore herself to her full dragon glory so that she could return to Alduin's side.

[Wolfe]

What had gone so wrong? That was what he thought after following after his father, Alduin, through the break within time. His father had kept how he knew about this thing a secret from he and his sister, but it wasn't in their nature to question his word or his rule. They did as they were told or they would be punished, it was just that simple. Now, everything seemed to have gone according to plan. They had entered the time stream, followed their father's words exactly... but, not once had he warned them that this experience would be an agonizingly painful one. The dragon found himself unable to fully move. Almost curled up into the fetal position just to cope with the immense amount of pain shooting throughout every nerve ending in his body. For a split second, he thought he may die. Ha! What a laughable idea! He, Vulitoorkulaan, the son of Alduin could not die from this! As much as it hurt and as much as he wished it to be over and done with, he had never killed over from pain before. He knew the feeling all too well. His mind raced back to a time when he was still a fresh hatchling. He had asked a question his father deemed stupid and showed him the error of his ways. It almost brought a smile to his lips, but the pain was overbearing, forcing all thoughts and emotions from the dragon's mind. For the moment, all he knew was pain.

And then, it was gone! Opening his eyes, he found himself falling... falling... falling... Plummeting out of the sky towards the snow strewn ground at an alarming rate. He willed his wings to move, but as he did so, two lumpy skin colored appendages were in their place. Arms? Why did he have arms? And, why did they resemble that of a human's? No... No! This couldn't be happening!! Now the thought was back, he was surely going to die from such a fall! And as he closed his eyes, readying for the impact... he felt as if he had began to slow. He didn't dare open his eyes until he was sure he had stopped and what he saw was just as shocking as when he had opened his optics and found himself plunging towards the ground. He was hovering mere feet above a large snowdrift. Quite an awkward feat for someone who had no wings, or any ability to use magicka. As if the unseen force knew he wouldn't be harmed from such a height, he was finally released and fell, heavily mind you, in the heap of icy cold snow.

Not knowing how he had come to be in this state, or even caring why... he managed to find his way out of the snow and out to a world of white and cold. Gasping for air, his lungs filled quickly with the chill and he found himself sputtering as he tried to exhale. Where was he? Was this where his father meant him to be? He didn't know for sure... but, it seemed to fit the description of the Skyrim his father knew. "Bormah! Bormah, kolos hi?" he called out in Dovahzul. In the human tongue, the words he spoke meant simply: "Father! Father, where are you?". But, his question was left unanswered. The only thing to call back was the howling winds of the mountain pass he was stranded in. A low, almost animalistic growl escaped him, realizing he didn't even know where his sister way. How inconvenient. Perhaps, he should've realized he was standing there in the cold and snow, unclothed... But, even this did not seem to bother him. Any other human, they would be frozen in a matter of seconds, but his body temperature seemed to be much higher than that of your average Imperial. Giving that bit of talent to being a dragon trapped within this pathetic excuse of a body, the once proud creature was now lost and confused.

A sudden call sounded from somewhere behind him. A large elk bolted from the nearby treeline, having to veer away from the man before trampling him. Its scared calls echoing about the snowy wood, sounding almost eerie without anything else to answer back. He watched as the creature sprinted away, leaving a trail as it went. But, there came another noise from behind him, something much louder. Father!! His mind quickly registered, as he turned around and, with much trouble, stumbled up the snowy hill and sliding down, causing a tiny avalanche behind him. Unfortunately, it was not his father... but his sister, laying in the snow just at the foot of the hill he had just slid down. Deciding to try to test out the human tongue, which seemed almost natural to him in this state, he folded his arms across his chest, giving his sister a rather stern glare. "Oh. It's you." he said gruffly, peering around the blinding white forest, hoping he would see the shadowy figure of his father nearby. Of course, he didn't. Just great!

[Burrito Bunny]

They had entered the time steam correctly, hadn't they? Of course they had, she and her brother had followed their father's words exactly. The black dragon never mentioned that this was going to be an extremely painful trip trough the time stream. Unslaadgrah curled into herself, trying to channel the pain away. It didn't work. Instead the pain just continued to burn everywhere. Her eyes were plastered shut, refusing to look at what was happening around her and instead focussing inward, trying to dispel this all too unpleasant sensation.

Unslaadgrah had no idea how long she stayed like that: curled up waiting for the pain to cease. It could have been second, hours days! She had no clue. What she did know was that she was falling, and much to her delight that burning pain had left her. Falling was much better that the agony she had just endured. She could fly after all!...or could she? Unslaadgrah tried to spread her wings out, but nothing happened, her descent didn't slow at all. Confused she turned her head only to find that there were no wings present on her back. Instead some strange appendage extended from her...it was an arm!? Unslaadgrah looked at it with alarm. How could this be? She was a dragon! She did not have any arms. Arms were for the inhabitants of Skyrim, not her!

Unslaadgrah was so bewildered by the fleshy limb that she barely noticed she she came to a stop above the snow bank, hovering in the air. Honestly she found it less strange than her current form. Suddenly the strange force released her, dropping her into the frosty snow below her. Unslaadgrah twisted around, staring at her body. There was no doubt about it, she was definitely one of the humans. After a quick glance at her environment she decided that this must be the land her father had wanted them to travel to: Skyrim. Cold snow was scattered about every where, as far as the eye could see. But still, that didn't explain why she was no longer a dragon.

As the snow started to melt beneath her, creating a rather unpleasant feeling, Unslaadgrah pushed herself up onto her two legs. The blood rush to her head combined with the unnatural movement caused her to sway and eventually return back to her laying position in the snow. She wondered where her father and brother were. As if to answer her question she heard someone call out. It had to have been her brother as the call was in Dovahzul. She could hear the sound of something stumbling towards her. She braced herself, ready to fight if she had to. Not that she could could actually fight. Even standing was hard in this stupid body. Yet her mind, well trained by Alduin, braced for combat.

Unslaadgrah relaxed as her brother came sliding down the small hill she had come to rest by. He was talking in the human tongue, which confused her a bit, but she could understand him. Why would he abandon Dovahzul for the human language? Unslaadgrah was used to the gruff greetings her brother gave and was not phased by it at all. Instead she was much more concerned about the present state of her father, Alduin. "Kolos bormah?!" She demanded, not bothering with the human tongue. She was a dragon, not a human, no matter what her appearance would suggest. Her words simply asked, "where is father?"

Unslaadgrah's suddenly realized her brother had conquered walking yet she had not managed to successfully stand yet. Her extremely competitive nature screamed at her to follow suit and figure out how to stand (and then walk) as well. For the second time Unslaadgrah bunched her legs underneath her human form and then pushed herself up. She teetered a bit but eventually managed to keep her balance this time. Her reward was an even greater range of vision, revealing to her all the snow that lay across the land.