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((I am so sorry I haven't replied in forever! I've been so busy, what with studying for finals and Keystones and just all this schoolwork. >>" I also lost Internet for a couple days this week. And now I'm about to leave to go to the gym, so I won't come back until maybe an hour later. I promise to type something up for you as soon as I get back. ;c))

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Athenia ignored Dante, although she occasionally shot him glares. She could tell how annoyed he was with the two of the girls talking, but she was just trying to be nice. If this Elestra mortal was going to help them, she might as well try to have the silly girl trust her. That way, Elestra would probably help them out even more. Athenia figured that the silly mortal might even give her better armor than the scraps she was wearing right now. Then again, Elestra herself was dressed in civilian clothes rather than actual armor. But she looked like she came from money, so maybe she could buy some better armor for Athenia and her brother.

Elestra glanced over at Dante when he spoke up, and she looked a bit oddly at him, noting his gruff tone. He didn't sound very happy. Shrugging, Elestra ignored the man and kept leading her horse, making her way back to the path. Stepping onto the cobblestone path, she smiled up at her horse, hearing the hoofs clop against the ground. Elestra had always loved the sound that horse hoofs made against the ground, especially the stone paths. She wasn't sure why, but she found it comforting, probably because she rode horses all the time as a little girl. She was an experienced rider, and it helped her calm down. Elestra always felt less graceful on her feet. She felt like she really belonged on a horse.

Athenia couldn't help but frown when the horse just willingly allowed itself to be lead along by the mortal. These animals were so silly, and really weren't at all powerful. She clenched her fists, wishing for her old claws and fangs. As a dragon, she was more than impressive, and she wanted nothing more than her old form again. Everyone would fear her, but in this Imperial body, Athenia and her brother needed help from stupid mortals.
Sighing, Athenia trailed after Elestra when they got back onto the stone path. She aimed a glare at Dante, baring her teeth. "Look, just play nice until we get to Whiterun. We can find better weapons and armor there, and we can leave the silly girl. After we get better equipped, we have a better shot at finding out exactly what happened and how to fix it."
Athenia sighed and looked at her brother slightly more gently. She could empathize with his pain at being in a human body. This Imperial mortal wasn't the most comfortable. She wished for her scales and her wings, and felt awkward walking rather than flying. She saw her brother eyeing the white horse with curiosity and held back a laugh. Neither of them had ever done much with a horse other than eat them, so she doubted they'd be able to ride it without much difficulty.

"Whiterun is just up ahead. Those are the stables. And, if you have another town or city you need to go to, you can hire the carriage to take you there. It is not the fastest way of transportation, and you would be faster with your own horse, but that costs money. A thousand gold if you want a buy a horse at these stables." Elestra spoke up, turning around to face the siblings. "And if you're in need of different armor, Adrianne is the general blacksmith for Whiterun. She is good at what she does. Eorlund is the best blacksmith, but he really only deals with the Companions. If you want the best equipment though, I suggest trying to convince him to sell to you. I am sure he would appreciate the business," At the mention of the Companions, Elestra frowned without meaning to. She was feeling nervous about talking to them, and didn't really think that they would allow her to join. Despite being skilled with a bow, she left much to be desired with heavier weapons like greatswords, although she knew her way around one-handed swords and daggers. And she didn't look the part of a warrior, considering she was in civilian clothing, but planned on fitting herself with armor upon reaching Whiterun.

[Wolfe]

((OoC: I do apologize for my lack of responses lately. A lot of things happened at once, the worst being us losing internet access for a time, where someone had to come out and fix it. But, my replies should be more regular now.))

After awhile, Dante lifted his harms, placing his hands behind his head, and continuing to walk like that. He was bored. Bored of this body. Bored of the shoddy armor he wore, and even bored of following along with his sister's silly plan. She hissed at him, trying to keep him in line about "playing nice". Ha! Playing nice... like either of them had done that. They were used to tearing into one another, with claws and pointed teeth. Training their father made them do, over and over, until they felt nothing about it. No remorse for slapping around their own sibling, or doing some kind of damage to the other. It was just their kind of training. Something that, if he were to be honest with himself, sure was missing right about now. If they were to train, they would have to be careful. In such a weakened state, the steel lick from a sword or dagger could be a fatal one.

This thought, it made Dante frown. However, he didn't need to wait much longer before the little mortal escorting them to the city finally pipped up. She pointed out the stables, the main city of Whiterun not far behind. He gave a small sigh of relief. It would be nice to sit. His feet were killing him, and he couldn't understand how people walked around on them all day, all night... all the damn time.

"I don't think we will be needing horses." Dante found himself saying with a small, rude sounding, laugh. Never once, had he thought about riding a horse, up until now. They were usually something he gulped down, but now, he and his sister may, very much, have to use them. It was a logical thing, if he thought about it long enough. Besides, if they were to get around, these feet weren't going to be a fast way of doing it. Neither would taking a carriage. That, like everything else in this place, seemed to revolve around coin.

The clip-clopping sound coming from the horse's massive hooves was enough to put a stern look upon Dante's already frustrated face. It was becoming an incessant noise. One that, with each new step, just seemed to tick him off more and more. Finally, they were right on the stables now. It wasn't very big. A small house had been fashioned near the path leading towards the gates of Whiterun, and off to the side of this house, there had been built a small set of stalls with a thatched roof. Occupying each stall was a black horse. They seemed of decent stock, however, a thousand septims a pop, did seem a bit much. Other then that, a few other horses were grazing in the small field. He would have called it a pasture, though it was anything but. If anything, it was rather cramped for the number of horses held here.

He tossed his sister a look. "We're not getting horses." he whispered. It was more of a command then anything. If they managed to get some coin, they weren't about to spend it on smelly beast of burden, one they wouldn't need much, and one that would probably get devoured once their true forms were returned to them.

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Athenia sighed, glancing over at her brother occasionally. She remember all the training her father had forced onto the two of them. The siblings had often fought with each other quite violently, although of course, there had never been many serious injuries. Minor scratches and cuts, barely anything more than annoying. Both Athenia and Dante had inherited the extremely tough scales of their father, and even their membrane-covered wings were sturdier than average. Still, Athenia found that arrows could pierce the translucent membrane of her wings if they were sharp enough. Quite disappointing, fighting against mortal archers, although of course, not all of them had good enough aim to hit a dragon soaring around in the air. Athenia missed fighting with her brother, in the simplest sense. It wasn't fighting by arguing (she hated arguing with Dante because he was so stubborn), but she missed the practice fights and the spars they participated in. Alduin had trained his children well, but apparently it had all been for nothing. Athenia felt like she was never going to be in dragon form again. Was it even possible to change back? Maybe the transformation was permanent. Hopefully not. She missed flying in the sky, tussling with her brother, and conversing in Dovahzul, the language of the dragons.
Letting out a loose sigh, Athenia ignored Dante. He was, as always, being a huge annoyance. As much affection and what you could call "unconditional love" she had for her brother, she hated him at the same time. Loathed him, in fact. Dante had always treated her like she was lesser, mainly because of her gender. She could just tell that Dante was sexist against women, and he was pretty open about it sometimes too. But, still, Athenia couldn't help but love him because Dante was still her brother, and now her only family. Athenia considered Alduin to be gone. There was next to no chance of ever being reunited with him, now that she was in this state.
Feeling just horrible in general, she barely noticed when the silly girl and her even sillier brother began talking abut horses. All she heard was the price of the horses. One thousand septims? That's too much for such stupid beasts, she thought to herself unhappily. We'd be better off spending gold on armor, because this leather armor is ill-befitting of a being like me. Athenia shook her head sadly. She had to stop thinking of herself as above mortals. She was now one of them, unfortunately.
Baring her teeth, she growled at Dante in a dragon-like manner. "As if we'd be able to afford one anyways!"

Elestra glanced over at the siblings, her expression unreadable. To be honest, she found them rather... odd. Elestra could say with confidence that the man, Dante, did not seem to like her much. Neither did the woman, but at least she acted more civil than Dante. Now Athenia and her brother were speaking about horses. She found their behavior strange, and the way they talked kind of different. They acted a little bit like animals, with the baring of the teeth and the growling. Elestra shrugged, leading her horse to the stables. Maybe it was just the way everyone from their land talked. Elestra guessed that her formal way of speaking probably threw them off a little bit. She had heard from others that she sounded rather stuffy and superior when she spoke, because of her inflections and her word choice. It was just something that she had picked up by accident, growing up with a father that only ever spoke formally, especially around the Jarl and the court.
"Here, could I keep my horse in these stables?" Elestra handed a few septims to the owner of the stables. He was sitting on a stool outside, watching over the horses. He nodded and pocketed the money, offering a small smile to Elestra as she tied her horse up in an empty space in the stables.
"Um, if you are looking for a way to make money, you might consider chopping wood for fires. I do believe the innkeepers will pay a fair amount of septims if you bring wood to them. Also, if you so desire, there is a group called the Companions. They are warriors, travelling all over Skyrim to complete jobs. I heard you can make quite a bit of gold, if you choose to fight with them." Elestra blinked her blue eyes at the siblings. "If you like, I can continue to be your guide in Whiterun. If you ever need any help..." She trailed off, head cocked to the side, waiting for a response. She did not know how the siblings would receive her as a friend. Probably not well. They seemed to be the more independent, loner types rather than ones who would willingly ask for help.

[Wolfe]

Dante's eyes rolled. He knew that. How could his sister think he couldn't comprehend that they would probably never have enough coin to do anything. Besides, what he would really want if they had the money was a decent set of armor. This one... still not knowing how it came to be, was much too small. It was beginning to chafe, and that was just not a comfortable feeling. The Nord woman had stopped, causing Dane to follow suit, except his halt was more sudden, and sort of jammed his knees in an awkward way, one that made him grimace at the very feeling it left within his legs. He stood there, shaking them out, probably making a fool of himself. He didn't care. That crap hurt...

Elestra had just handed off her horse, placing the steed in an empty stall, handing the owner of the place a handful of gold, before turning back to the siblings. Dante couldn't help but frown deeply. When he got here, he almost enjoyed the thought of getting rid of her, but now... now that she had mentioned it, they knew nothing about Whiterun. He gave his Athenia a sideways glance, before tucking his arms across his chest. "I don't mind." he said simply, not really feeling the need for lengthy explanations right now. However, the smirk he gave his sibling was one that was sure to annoy her. It was one of those ones that a brother would give his sister when he did something wrong, only to blame it on her, and be able to get away with it.

((OoC: I apologize for the shortness...))

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((I am so sorry I haven't been on in so long. I've been so busy, with finals week and all this schoolwork I still have to finish, not to mention extracurriculars. My schedule is stuffed and I just have no time to get on Eldemore anymore. </3 Once again, so sorry about my absence. I actually have to go finish a project right now, so this response is going to be very crappy. ;c))

Athenia grimaced slightly, occasionally eyeing Dante with a bit of unhappiness. She loved her brother, but hated him at the same time. He was just so annoying sometimes. When Elestra stopped walking, Athenia nearly ran into her. Blinking in shock, Athenia frowned and shuffled her feet, still not used to this ridiculous body. She noticed Dante shaking his legs out, and figured that he had been a bit rickety on his feet as well.
Watching the Nord girl carefully, Athenia frowned slightly when Elestra offered to be their guide of Whiterun. Her gaze slid over to Dante, and she did her best to ignore the large and inquisitive eyes of the silly Nord girl. Athenia and her brother did not need a guide! Well, actually, they did. They didn't even know the first place to go in Whiterun, and it was better to be safe with someone who was obviously familiar with the weird mortal city. Athenia hated to admit it, but neither her nor Dante had any idea what was in Whiterun, other than the vague details Elestra had given them while walking to the city.
Frowning heavily, Athenia opened her mouth to respond when Dante did it for her. Grudgingly closing her mouth, Athenia bit back a sarcastic response to Dante. Instead, she shrugged and ignored his mischievous gaze. "That would be very kind of you," Athenia managed to say, grimacing at the thought of being stuck with this annoying little pest for longer than possible.

[Wolfe]

((OoC: It's quite alright. I've been busy with real life dramas as well, so no worries. Just whenever you are able to reply is fine with me. ^-^))

Dante couldn't wait to get all of this over with. They did need this... Nord woman... as a guide, though he didn't feel it was extremely necessary. However, he had already agreed to it. Sometimes, he just wished he could keep his big mouth shut. Sometimes, it brought him nothing but trouble, and this was true with so many things, especially in his true form. With ELestra's horse already placed in one of the stables for her stay here, they were free to make their way up the cobblestone path towards the front gate. However, upon arriving, the gates seemed to be locked and there were way too many guards about. They were murmuring, and even though most of it happened to be in hushed tones, Dante could've swore he heard something about a massive black Dragon being seen flying away from the city...

To the North? No, it was the South... No, there was North again. He rolled his eyes in frustration. These guards couldn't make up their damned minds. As bad as he wanted to, he couldn't just outright walk up to one and demand the answers he wanted out, considering there were only two of them, and... about fifteen or more armed guards. He didn't even act as if the Nord girl was there, his eyes going straight for his sister. His jaw was tense, the muscles in his face moving around in an agitated sort of way. If anything, he hoped he wasn't hearing things and that Athenia was hearing this as well.

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((Thank you very much for being so understanding. <3 I've been going through a lot lately, so I have very little muse. I apologize any poor responses. ;c))

Elestra blinked, considering the two Imperials thoughtfully. They both looked older than her, but probably not by much. Maybe one or two years older than her, but Elestra was rarely intimidated by seniority. She just hoped that they didn't treat her like a child. She was technically an adult at age eighteen, but was still very fresh and green when it came to experience in the real world, living a sheltered life as a child in the safety and riches of a city's hold.
Elestra was still lost in thought when she realized they had stopped walking. Blinking, she nearly ran into Dante, but stumbled to a halt before she bumped into the roughly-mannered Imperial. "Um, sorry, but what is the problem?" Elestra asked, mildly confused. Then, she saw the closed gates. Whiterun had always been open, but this was just strange. Why was the city closed? "I will try to handle this," she said quietly to the two Imperials. Stepping forward, Elestra tilted her head to the left, a curious habit she had whenever she was confused or wanted to know more.
"Excuse me, sir, but why are the gates closed?" She kept her voice calm so she wouldn't anger the guard.
"Whiterun is closed. Any non-residents are not allowed in the city. With the danger of dragons, we've been forced to raise our defenses." The guard replied gruffly, his eyes narrowing at Elestra. "You look familiar, girl. Where have I seen you before?"
"You may know of my father. He comes to visit Whiterun occasionally. He is the steward to the Jarl of Solitude. I am his daughter," Elestra explained quietly, hoping that the Imperials wouldn't hear and think her high and mighty.
"Oh, yes, did you ever come with him? No wonder, I've spoken to your father a few times. Ah, yes, he comes here for business sometimes, yes? Are you coming here in his place?" The guard rambled on, obviously curious now.
"Uh, yes, I am. He is feeling a bit sick right now, but he wanted to ask the Jarl of Whiterun something. I agreed to come instead. These two are my escorts." Elestra lied, hoping the familiar blush that appeared whenever she lied or was unsure of her statement.
"All right then. I'll make an exception this time, but only because you have important business." The guard nodded at the group and unlocked the doors.
"Thank you very much," Elestra motioned hurriedly towards Athenia and Dante and lead them into the city, hoping the guard wouldn't ever find out about her lie.

While Elestra convinced the guards to let them into the city, Athenia looked nervously at Dante. She had heard whispers of a huge black dragon flying around to the north or the south. It didn't matter which direction. All that mattered was the description, one that matched their father, Alduin. While the group entered the city, the guards locking the door after them, Athenia dropped back to walk closer to her brother. Whispering in Dovahzul so that any eavesdropper would not be able to understand, Athenia hissed, "You heard, didn't you? That giant black dragon... it must be Alduin. That means we have a chance! We can find out father. He must have a way to change us back. We need to find out more. Maybe there will be rumors in the city. There is someplace called a tavern, I think, where mortals go to drink. Drunk mortals tend to have looser tongues. We should ask Elestra later."

[Wolfe]

((OoC: You're welcome! ^-^ Just reply when you can. I've been busy myself, so my replies tend to be very lacking and short at the moment. So, no worries. I'm very patient when it comes to RPs. It's understandable when real life becomes more important then being about to get out replies.))

Dante grunted as Elestra passed him. Her arm had barely slid against his, and it was just an awkward feeling. One that left his skin tingling, the small hairs along his arm standing on end. He was quick to rub his other hand along the spot the Nord had touched, trying to shake away that strange feeling of skin on skin. It wasn't in his nature to be patient, but he had to be. He stood there, eyeing the guards up and down. They were doing the same to him. He was a prime example of a man, one that any city would want to hire into their guard, or one that would be defiant enough to attack without much thought. His right brow arched upwards, but just as a couple of the armor-clad men could advance, the gates were opened, and they were ushered inside. Elestra had done some smooth talking to get them in, even if her face was slightly redder then what he remembered. Confusing... these humans.

Now safely tucked behind the walls of Whiterun, Dante almost scoffed. It wasn't much. There were a few shops here and there. The first thing to catch anyone's eye when entering was the Blacksmith's shop. A woman was just outside the building aptly using a Grindstone as she sharpened a few blades. There was a small pile at her feet, the ones she had finished were placed up upon small wooden racks. The path split into two, but Dante couldn't be bothered with trying to spy anything else, considering his sister was now speaking to him.

It wasn't in any mortal tongue either. The words pouring quickly from her lips were Dovahzul. It made him smile slightly. For once, it was a familiar sound... One that reminded him of what he was, and what he desperately wanted to be again. Just as Athenia had done, Dante replied, taking up his natural tongue, just as she had. "Of course. She wants to go to these... Companions. I'm certain she will leave us if she is accepted. Humans are funny... I wouldn't expect much out of her soon. Let's do so now. I'm tired of waiting. I want to be a dragon again... I want to be back by father's side... and, I want to make this world burn. It is what he trained us for. I'm becoming impatient with this Nord girl!"

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((Again, I apologize again for not replying at all for a while. My grandmother died recently, and I haven't been able to find any muse at all. </3 I hate to do this to you, but I think I might have to take a break from writing for a little bit until I feel okay enough to start rping again. ;c Again, I'm so sorry, but I'll have to take a mini-hiatus until I'm feeling up to things again.))