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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.

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Alduin's wings, they did darken the sky.
His roar fury's fire, and his scales sharpened scythes.
Men ran and they cowered, and they fought and they died.
They burned and they bled, as they issued their cries
We need saviors to free us, from Alduin's rage.
Heroes on the field, of this new war to wage.
And if Alduin wins, man is gone from this world.
Lost in the shadow, of the black wings unfurled.

But then came the Tongues, on that terrible day.
Steadfast as winter, they entered the fray.
And all heard the music, of Alduin's doom.
The sweet song of Skyrim, sky-shattering Thu'um.

And so the Tongues freed us, from Alduin's rage.
Gave the gift of the Voice, ushered in a new Age.
If Alduin is eternal, then eternity's done.
For his story is over and the dragons are... gone.

And when the snow prince fell to the ground.
The ice elves divided above and below.
Now vanquished and brutally bound.
One moment had shattered all they did know.

The once cool wind on their skin.
Now replaced with the heat of the flame.
And a pride once felt deep within.
Forgotten along with their name.

Torn from their home of ice and frost.
Thrown into the pitch black dread of night.
Living in fear as their minds become lost.
As their eyes began dimming the light.

Chained and enslaved.
What once was light turned to blackness.
Alone and betrayed.
Sinking deeper into madness.

Athenia is an impressive dragon. That is correct; she is the dragon Athekorea trapped in mortal form. As a dragon, Athenia looks nothing like her father, Alduin, or her brother, Dante. Rather, she looks almost the complete opposite. As a dragon, Athenia is platinum white, so blindingly bright it's near impossible to look at her. Her thick, shiny scales reflect light extremely well, and the refraction creates a huge, glittering spectrum. Her scales are nearly as strong as her father's, and her hide is quite tough, even for a dragon. However, she doesn't nearly have as many horns as her brother or father. The membrane of her wings is translucent. She doesn't look much like her family, as a dragon or mortal, but she does share one trait with her brother, and that is icy blue eyes. Her pale blue eyes are hauntingly beautiful, so light they border on gray. Her stormy gaze is fierce, both as a dragon and an Imperial. Strikingly clear and intimidatingly sharp, Athenia has an air of intelligence and strength surrounding her, especially when you look into her almond-shaped eyes. As a mortal, Athenia has shaggy blonde hair that matches her lightly tanned skin. Her skin is free of any blemishes, and is as smooth as her scales in dragon form. She has an angular and strong face, one that is disarmingly pretty and open. With nice bone structure, Athenia could pass for royalty, with her arched eyebrows and her generous mouth.
Well, she could pass for it, at least until she opens her mouth. Athenia is unhealthily vulgar, and is rather unladylike when she speaks. She's blunt, harsh, and tends to belittle people. She can be judgemental at times, and is overall a rough and coarse person. Athenia is ferocious and quite fierce, and is easily offended. She's always attempting to prove herself, especially to her brother, who is slightly sexist against women. This annoys her to no end, and so she never stops trying to be the better sibling. Athenia is a bit of a jack of all trades, but is much more experienced with everything than the average master of none. She excels especially with a sword and shield, as well as with a bow. She's very stealthy and light on her feet, and her mind is as quick and agile as her body. Cunningly intelligent, Athenia uses her speed, both in reflexes and mentality, to her advantage. With a lithe and muscular body, Athenia can dart around her opponents with not much effort. However, like most females, she is not nearly as strong as males. But she has an impressive arm for a woman, and can easily beat anyone she pleases up.
Athenia is actually undyingly loyal, especially to her family. It's hard to win her trust, but once you do, you have earned a friend for life. She counts her close friends as her family, and would go to the ends of the world to keep those close to her safe.

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We drink to our youth, to days come and gone.
For the age of aggression is just about done.
We'll drive out the Stormcloaks and restore what we own.
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.
Down with Ulfric! The killer of kings!
On the day of your death we'll drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Skyrim, and we fight all our lives.
And when Sovngarde beckons, every one of us dies!
But this land is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams.

Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart.
I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes.
With a Voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art.
Believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes.
It's an end to the evil, of all Skyrim's foes.
Beware, beware, the Dragonborn comes.
For the darkness has passed, and the legend yet grows.
You'll know, you'll know the Dragonborn's come.

There once was a hero named Ragnar the Red,
Who came riding to Whiterun from ole Rorikstead!

And the braggart did swagger and brandish his blade,
As he told of bold battles and gold he had made!

But then he went quiet, did Ragnar the Red,
When he met the shieldmaiden Matilda who said...

"Oh, you talk and you lie and you drink all our mead!
Now I think it's high time that you lie down and bleed!"

And so then came the clashing and slashing of steel,
As the brave lass Matilda charged in full of zeal!

And the braggart named Ragnar was boastful no moooooree...
When his ugly red head rolled around on the floor!

The first thing people notice about Elestra is her appearance. She is, all in all, a very beautiful Nord. She has smooth, lovely fair skin that is flawless, with no scars or blemishes. She has high, pronounced cheekbones and an angular face. Elestra has striking, almond-shaped eyes the color of the sea. Her eyebrows, slightly darker than her hair, are neat and straight, slightly slanted, giving her a superior sort of expression. Elestra has a generous mouth, pale pink in color. Her hair, long and blonde, is normally tied in an intricate braid or updo. However, whenever she can get away with it, Elestra she leaves it down and naturally wavy, or she pulls it up into a ponytail with a few strands of hair framing her face.
Elestra's regal and lovely appearance translates into her personality as well. Sometimes seen as haughty, Elestra can act a little superior sometimes. She can also seem aloof and distant, detached and uncaring about anyone else. This is partially because her father is part of the Jarl's court in Solitude, and is a well-known figure in the hold. However, her reserved attitude is mostly because she lost her mother at a very young age. And because her father is the Steward to the Thane, he never really had time to entertain his young daughter. He still doesn't pay much attention to Elestra, although now that she is older, officially a woman, she can take care of herself pretty well. Elestra grew up secluded, a lonely child, if you will. She never had much love, and rather than trying to earn her affection, her father tended to just buy her things in a feeble attempt to keep her happy. What Elestra really wanted as a child was a family, but she never really got a good one. Growing up with a rich father may have led some to be materialistic, but it did the opposite for Elestra. Despite being spoiled, she would much rather have preferred happiness than money.
Elestra has a considerably thick outer shell, and has a bit of a fake face for show. However, once you manage to get to know her and begin to chip away at that shell, Elestra is actually a huge sweetheart. She has a large heart, and is compassionate and caring. She does think of others, but finds it hard to express her feelings because she grew up so separate from others. She can be socially awkward sometimes, and doesn't really know how to put her emotions into words. Elestra can be rather ingenious at times. She's a bit of a feminist, and hates being underestimated. She tries to prove herself to others because they underestimate her, dismissing her as a bit of a royal priss. Most of what people see is her pretty face or her money, but her intelligence and her secret soft heart are more important parts of her. They're just harder to find under all that powder.

[Wolfe]

Wolfe's Characters

((OoC: I found some really awesome looking mods! Too bad I don't have it on PC. I would make awesome looking peopl! xD *Fails*))

Dragon Name: Vulitoorkulaan
Human Alias: Dante
Gender: Male
Race: Being the son of Alduin, he has taken to his human form very hard. With that said, he is actually dragon, though because of his mother's wishes, has been transformed to resemble that of an Imperial male... even if he is everything but.
Age: 20

Dragon Appearance: In his dragon form, Dante looks pretty much like his father in every aspect, except his eye color. His eyes are a pale icy blue; so blue that one could say they were white in certain light.
Human Appearance: http://img801.imageshack.us/img801/5535/xu33.jpg

Personality: Still being fairly young, by dragon standards, Dante is a rather hard character to get a long with. He has a rather rash nature, meaning he usually doesn't stop and think about what he's about to do. He can also come off as cold, usually spouting in sarcastic remarks that would offend just about anymore. He doesn't really care, however, seeing as he still considers him a dragon; and everything else is below him. Dante can also be rather vain at times. He also got a very harsh few on women, thanks to his father. Also, he has a strong disliking for elves...

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Name: Johnathan Bartholomew Smith
Alias: Crowe
Age: 24
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180lbs
Race: Nord
Class: Pirate/Mage

Appearance: http://imageshack.us/a/img39/4787/rwvu.jpg

((OoC: There, finally got Crowe up... It isn't the best sheet/form, but I'm really not feeling well. I'll be sure to add things later on, just because I'm not satisfied with it.))

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Athenia Elexa Sorenson
female | twenty | Imperial
leather armor | steel dagger
near Whiterun
recuperating from that horrible portal
better things to worry about than relationships

Athenia screamed when she entered the portal. Portals didn't normally hurt, and it wasn't the portal that was causing her grief. It was the enchantment that accursed Dragon Priest had placed and on her and her brother. His stupid spell had ripped away her powers! She could feel her body changing, her scales changing into skin, and her wings and tail disappear. When she found out a way to become a dragon again, she would hunt that Dragon Priest down and tear him apart, the fool!
Father, Athenia thought as she finally exited the portal. Tumbling to the ground, she moaned and rolled around on the ground, feeling so much pain. It had been a rough landing, and was even worse because she was so much weaker now. In a mortal body, what was she, an Imperial? Disgusting. She hated mortals. She took small comfort that her brother was with her. As much as she hated Dante, she loved him too. It was a weird sibling relationship between the two, but she cared about him nonetheless. After all, without Alduin, her father, she had no one else. Where was her father? He was probably still a dragon. She couldn't think of a reason why the Dragon Priest would disguise him as a mortal. Then again, she couldn't think of a reason why the Dragon Priest would transform her and her brother, either.
"Dante, are you all right?" She sighed, getting to her feet. Luckily, she had clothes on. Leather armor, by the look and feel of it. Too bad it wasn't dragonscale armor. That would have been nice. A shadow of her former self, dragonscale armor would have been a nice memory to have of her old tough scales. She patted her sides for a weapon. A steel dagger was strapped to her waist. Of course. Nothing impressive, merely a common mortal weapon. Disappointing. Her patience was running thin in this form. "Dante, get up. This is horrible!"

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Elestra Liyra Holison
female | eighteen | Nord
fine clothes | Elven bow
near Whiterun
sneaking away to join the Companions
no time to worry about relationships

Elestra loved her father. She really did. But he could be so controlling sometimes. She was never allowed to leave Solitude. Her father forbid it. He always claimed that she was too young, too inexperienced, and couldn't even fight. He was right for one of them, Elestra was inexperienced, but she wasn't too young. Okay, maybe she was a little bit too young. But she was officially eighteen now, which made her an adult. Officially. And Elestra knew how to fight. The Jarl's housecarl had taught her, in secret, so that her father wouldn't get mad. Sometimes, Elestra felt that her father just wanted her to be useless forever, but Elestra didn't want that. She was best with a bow, and had good aim. She was quiet and speedy, and so preferred a dagger or a sword over a heavier greatsword or war hammer. She focused mostly on archery though, and could handle a crossbow as well.
Now Elestra wanted to learn more. She wanted to get better with weapons, because right now, she was only average, even with her bow. However, the housecarl refused to teach her any more, after almost being caught by the Steward, her father. So now Elestra, uncontent with her current knowledge of fighting, had decided to run away and join the Companions. She couldn't join the Legion because she would be found out right away, her father being the Steward of the Jarl of Solitude. The Companions were her best bet. They were renowned warriors, with much honor. And she knew that they wouldn't judge her for her rich heritage. Or at least, she hoped they wouldn't. Most likely, the only thing they'd judge her on was her youth, as well as her general inexperience. But she could try, at least. It was better than being on house arrest, courtesy of her commanding and overprotective father.
Elestra had been riding on horseback for days now, and was still on the path. She was close to Whiterun though, if she had been following the map and the paths correctly. She could see Dragonsreach in the near distance, but something made her pause. Two people, one male and one female, a few years older than her, sprawled on the ground. Uh, should I go help them? She wondered to herself. She didn't know if they were dangerous or not, or if they were even hurt. Maybe they were just weird, or crazy.

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Dante hadn't thought anything about the portal. His father, Alduin, had explained the way they would travel through it, time and time again. It had been burned into Dante's brain. His father's instructions ringing clear and strong throughout his mind. He knew what to do, and he would do them flawlessly! It had really been easier in theory, then in practice.

He remembered entering the time stream. The rushing sensation tickling every nerve in his scaly body. He could remember his wings tucked closely to his sides. He could, also, remember the blur of things passing him by in a rush of strange, thundering noise and color. It had been one of his most strangest experiences... Well, until the pain took over. His father had told him nothing about pain. It was a pain, which he had never felt before. Of course, the only pain he ever remembered taking was that of his father's training. The dragon was brutal and harsh, yet that training had been what made him who he was; his sister too. His sister, however, was the last thing on his mind. The pain... that excruciating pain had his mind in shambles. He couldn't even think straight, let alone be focused on trivial matters of pinpointing his sister's location.

His body felt strange. For a moment, Dante didn't fully comprehend what was going on. Though, he could hear the language of the dragon's babbling within his ears. It was being chanted... though in the tongue of something that had once been human. That was for certain. He could always pick out when a non-dragon decided to try to speak his kind's language. Sure, it sounded genuine, but it was flawed, as all human's were when trying to speak in dragon tongue. Again, his body sparked up in a series of pain. It almost felt as if his very essence was being stripped from him. His form melting away, and being replaced with something new. Something foreign.

Everything was suddenly jerked from his mind when he struck the earth. It just wasn't a simple thud, but with such force that where he lay, it left a small creator around him. Dante felt as if his entire body had been torn apart and pieced back together. It felt odd, to say the least. He dared not move, fearing he had broke something. Now... that was a funny thought. A dragon breaking something...

A loud groan slipped from his lips, and he moved to try to push himself up. It felt nearly impossible. His body felt as if it had fallen asleep, and now every nerve was revolting, sending small twinges of pain shooting all throughout his body. With a much smaller thud, he landed back on the ground, refusing to move. Dante would have lay there all day, if not for a familiar voice calling out his name. The voice of his sister sounded rather muffled, as if he were a good distance under water or in some sort of magic trance, neither of which he was. His icy blue eyes rolled, but he decided it was time to try to move again. Finally, gaining some sort of control over his new... appendages, he was able to sit up. It probably would have looked awkward to most, seeing as the Imperial was very jerky... as if this were his first time using his arms and legs.

"What in Oblivion do you want, woman?" Dante asked, not seeing any reason to be any different to his sister, given the circumstances. He hadn't fully taken in the change, not as his sister had. He was surprised he recognize this human chatter so well, and began to move his mouth, testing it out. Honestly, he looked rather silly. He became rather impatient when his sister didn't answer him quick enough. With one great swing of his arms, he had found his way to his feet, stumbling around like a newly birthed fawn. He stretched out both arms to his sides, trying to balance himself. It was only then, that he really took notice of himself.

He tripped backwards, landing on his rear end, one of his hands shoved in his face. His eyes had grown wide, a panicked look plastered upon his face. He nearly sprang back to his feet, not caring to dust off the dirt that clung to him. He spun around, trying to catch a glimpse of his wings and tail. He was completely void of either, even his horns and scales had disappeared and had been replaced with a set of iron armor. "What's going on!" he shouted, nearly having a mental breakdown, "What do you do!" Of course, this had been directed at his sister. It had to be her fault! It just had to be! What good was a woman, anyways? They were always doing things wrong and getting into trouble. This was her fault! "What in Oblivion did you do to me! Answer me, or so help me..." he began, but he was cut short. Off in the distance was a person on horseback. They seemed to heading their way, or so it seemed. Dante let out a small growl, feeling around on his person, trying to find some sort of weapon.

((OoC: I shall bring Crowe in shortly. Didn't want to make my into awkwardly long... ^-^))

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Since this isn't a public rp, I'm just going to forget my normal formatting. :p Do you mind that I'm sort of lumping my two characters together into a single post? Or would you prefer two separate ones?

Athenia moaned, feeling a headache coming on. "Just, just be quiet, Dante. You're insufferable to be around. And don't be so loud. We're drawing attention. We have no idea how to act! We'll get into trouble for sure!" She hissed, her stormy blue eyes turning sharp and unhappy. She hated when her brother treated her badly. Normally, she viewed him with respect and patience. Whenever he was short with her though, she got easily annoyed, and her temper rose. Idiot, she thought to herself silently, rolling her eyes to the sky and hoping for a storm so that Dante may be struck by lightning.
"There's someone there, Dante. Now we've attracted her attention, what with all of your yelling," she scolded her stupid brother. Why couldn't he think? He had a brain! She hoped. "We might as well play nice with her. We're not nearly as powerful as when we were dragons. We'll have to be as civil as possible, if we don't want to be killed." Athenia shuddered, imaging death. It was something she had never been afraid of when she was a fierce and impressive dragon. But now, as a mortal, as a filthy little Imperial, it was only too real an outcome. She figured that if push came to shove, she could always use her brother as a shield. She thought that he would be the first to attack, given his hotheadedness. She could make her getaway then, maybe taking down some enemies in the process.
The girl started coming over on her horse. It was an impressive beast, with silky white fur that Athenia was surprised wasn't dirtied from traveling. The girl herself was a better sight than the horse though, and as beautiful the animal was, the girl was prettier. She had shiny blonde hair, tied into a long and intricate braid that fell over her shoulder. Large, striking blue eyes, angled eyebrows, and a smart nose gave her the appearance of royalty, not to mention her fine clothing. She must come from money, Athenia inferred. She shakily got to her feet, not liking these Imperial limbs. It felt weird, walking in a mortal's body. She didn't like it. She didn't care much for her arms and legs. She wanted wings and talons and fangs, not squarish teeth meant for chewing vegetables. She was a dragon! And now, she was reduced to this. How horrible.
"Um, did you need any help?" The pretty girl asked, her voice soft and melodic. Athenia narrowed her eyes dangerously. How dare this mere Nord talk to her as if they were equals! But then, she remembered. Imperial body, Athenia reminded herself.
"Yes, we would love some help. Do you know where we are?" Athenia asked, putting on her most friendly smile. It was tough, smiling. She felt the unmistakable urge to bare her fangs at the stranger. Until Athenia remembered that she had to smile, not growl. And that she didn't have fangs anymore either.
"Oh, we are currently near Whiterun. Are you not from around this area?" The stranger asked, her blue eyes flashing with curiosity. "My name is Elestra. It is nice to make your acquaintance."
Athenia opened her mouth to state her own name, when she remember that she couldn't very well use her dragon name. She made something up on the spot. "My name is Athenia. And yes, you could say that. We're... strangers to this world." Athenia sounded vaguely similar to her true name, Athekorea, and she had to admit, it was a bit easier to say in this Imperial form.
"Well, if you would like me to, I could escort you to Whiterun. It is really not much farther. Here, I can dismount and walk with you two." Elestra offered. Athenia noticed how weird she talked. It was like she came from higher education. Most of the mortals Athenia had eaten had talked rather roughly, in disjointed sentences. Athenia needed to find other prey. Brutes got a bit tasteless after a while. Athenia just hoped that her brother wouldn't say anything offensive that would make this silly Nord not help them.

[Wolfe]

His icy blue eyes rolled, in a mixture of frustration and anger. He would have snapped back, if not for his sister being right. He grumbled, thinking of the fact that she was right and he, for the moment, was very wrong. It wouldn't have been all that bad, not if his shouting hadn't been noticed. Though, it had... and he had to do as his sister implied. He had to be civil. Dante found himself tilting his head slightly downwards, taking one last look at his new, Imperial body. He felt wrong. This wasn't his body, and this wasn't what he was supposed to be. He was meant to be a fearsome beast of black scales, muscle, and massive teeth; not a mere human that could no, well, nothing.

As the woman neared on horseback, his nostrils flared. He could smell the animal she rode. It was a mixture of meat, fur, and hay. There was another. A scent he couldn't actually put his finger on, though it smelled rather odd for a horse, almost as if the beast had been bathed in some sort of floral scent. The girl atop her mighty steed also had a different scent. Different from the hundreds of people he had devoured and didn't think twice of. The smell made his nose wrinkle, though he tried to copy his sister's actions. His smile, however, came out looking rather forced and awkward.

He stood, for a moment, in silence. Listening to the two females go back and forth. It was an annoying sound, listening to women chatter. He managed to keep his eyes from rolling again, diverting his gaze from the Nord and her mount, staring off into the distance. He thought he could make out something. It almost had the shape of a castle, yet on the small side. That must be this Whiterun the Nord, Elestra was talking about.

Dante found his brow furrowing... Introductions. His sister had named herself Athenia. He would have laughed at it, if not for the seriousness of the matter. He couldn't go around, shouting his true name at the top of his lungs. These people were strange, with their simple names and customs. He doubted he would ever understand it, and he seriously doubted he would be in this form for very long. He had it set within his mind that he would fine a way to return back into his dragon state. Then, and only then, would he go looking for his father. He needed to.. His father's plans just couldn't work without him.

"I'm Dante." he finally introduced himself after the two stopped their yammering, "That would be very nice of you, if it isn't any trouble. As my sister mentioned, we are rather new to this... place." He flashed a sharp look to his sister. She had blabbed the word 'world', and if that wasn't suspicious, he didn't know what was. "I'd hate to think we were bothering you from something important." Dante said, taking note of her expensive looking attire. He flashed a glance to his sister, his smile turning sour. Damn, he hated being this nice to someone, especially a woman he didn't even care to know.

((OoC: Nope, I don't mind. And, when they get to Whiterun, I'll bring in Crowe. I have an idea of why he would be there in the first place.))

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Athenia occasionally glanced over at Dante, glaring at him whenever she did. Why did my brother turn out so difficult? She complained to herself, her thoughts mostly consumed with abusive comments about Dante. Sighing, she smiled as best she could for the Nord. The Nord was pretty nice, she thought privately. But also stupid. And seemed a bit high and mighty, sitting on top of her silly white horse like that. Athenia had to control herself to not try eating the beast and its owner. Couldn't this silly woman see that she and her brother were the most dangerous dragons in all the lands? But, of course, they looked like plain Imperials in skimpy armor for now.
When Dante glared at her for saying the word "world," Athenia merely rolled her eyes. She held back a snicker at the name "Dante." And he was prepared to make fun of her for her name? Athenia knew that it was a slip of the tongue to say "world." It made her seem more suspicious. But there was no going back on it now. At least Dante tried to gloss it over by saying something more general. "Place." She held back a scoff. It made him sound thoroughly uneducated.
"Something important? Oh, no, I am not... No, it is nothing important. I was on my way to Whiterun anyways, so it would be no trouble, no trouble at all to escort you two there." Elestra's words blew over Athenia's head, and she was barely paying attention to the prissy little maiden. She had a mature face, and spoke with a weird sort of air, but still, Athenia could tell that she was still barely an adult. She was a kid. Athenia could smell it on the girl. Easier to manipulate, so Athenia and Dante might as well use her youth to their advantage.
"Oh, well, thank you very much then." Athenia replied, forcing a smile onto her face. "Isn't that just lovely, Dante?" Athenia hissed, her smile briefly turning into a snarl when she glanced over at her brother. Elestra looked mildly confused, but put an obviously fake smile on her face.
"Well, the road isn't far. You two seem to have wandered off the path a little bit. Just follow me; Whiterun isn't far." Elestra dismounted from her horse, leading the white steed by the reins. She walked in front of Athenia and Dante, leading the way with confidence. Athenia grudgingly had to admit that the girl seemed to know what she was doing, or at least, where she was going.

[Wolfe]

It was hard to stay focused on the girl's and their talking. Dante never had to worry about this before this horrible mistake. Training, roaring, spitting fire or ice... Now, that was his kind of talking. Not all this human babble. Quite frankly, it was annoying. He couldn't understand how any of the people of Skyrim did this on a daily basis. His icy blue eyes were locked on his sister's face, watching as she turned to look at him, a slight scowl on her face. The word 'lovely' was stressed, and Dante could take a hint, even though he was reluctant to. "Yeah, lovely. Glad it won't be a burden." he grunted, his calm demeanor failing and being replaced with his usual tone.

The Nord was more then willing to show them the way. She gracefully slid off her horse, catching the reins as she did. She flipped them over the horse's head effortlessly, a practice she seemed so very accustom too, before tugging the beast along behind her. Dante's eyes sort of squinted into a small glare. This, like everything else these people did, he would never understand. He couldn't fathom why the horse allowed this Nord, of all things, to just lead it around, like some sort of puppy tied to a string. Well, of course, horses were pretty stupid compared to him, or his sister. It would be hard to tame a dragon, and very unlikely.

"I really hope it isn't far." Dante growled under his breath, flashing a glare at the back of Elestra's head, "I'm getting tired of this human body already." It was a hushed, sort of, guttural growl that escaped his mouth, and one that only his sister could hear. It seemed that every one of his muscles were screaming at him. His legs and arms felt heavy, and he just didn't feel like walking anymore. He sort of glanced at the horse, wondering if, perhaps, he could ride it... Then, scoffed at the very idea. He was sure he would kill the poor thing, then again, he wasn't exactly a dragon anymore, was he? Still, he had never rode a horse a day in his life. He didn't need to. He could only imagine himself atop the mighty white steed, before it took a few steps and he was face first on the ground. Yeah... that wasn't going to happen.

((OoC: I apologize for the lack of replies. I thought the weekend would free up some time for me, but it seems I just have grown busier.))