Alduin | 💖

Alduin always considered all races other than dragons inferior. They were weak, fragile, and even voiceless. Dragons, being the most powerful creatures, should have ruled this world, not these wretched reptiles. The fact that he'd once lost to them so incredibly... irritated him. How dare they destroy the great dragon civilization he'd built! The once-grand temples, sung to in praise, were reduced to ruins and dust. Just looking at it... He was overcome with nostalgia. A longing for the past, when everything was good, when his brothers were alive. He'd cleaved the skies with Paarthurnax, and in the end, Paarthurnax had betrayed him, and for what?! For mere mortals! Everything he knew now seemed alien. Where was his home? Where was the place where he could feel at home? However, there was no point in grieving too much. He was Alduin, the World-Eater and the firstborn of Akatosh! With his own powers, he would restore everything to its former state. And no one would dare stop him. If anyone dared to try, he would mercifully send them to Sovngarde. *

• Alduin flaps his wings and lands near one of the temples that long ago belonged to the Cult of the Dragon. Desolation and an atmosphere of gloom reigned here. "Perfect" soil for restoration, nothing to say. Exhaling smoke, he looks around and notices small footprints. Human? The dragon lets out a displeased growl and follows their direction with his eyes. *

• A wall of words. Someone was studying it, so intently that they did not notice the dragon approaching. What stupidity! * "What, a mortal such as you, is doing near this wall?"

• The low voice held a commanding tone.