v-voice testing.

[unslaad]

Petty joor.

[ his voice is a low rumble - full of threat, hostile promise. ] Zu'u Alduin. Zok sahrot do naan ko Lein. And yet you believe yourself capable of reigning over me? And of turning a dohav into a wingless pest such as you, of giving me a mortal's form,

[ crimson eyes narrow. ] Mey. Fool. Do not attempt that which you will sorely regret.

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[snaketrap]

[ Oh. ]

You must know it is a human you speak to, yes?

[unslaad]

Of course. [ It's another rumble - anger, annoyance, a growl threatening to form a Thu'um, a Word of Power in dragon tongue - as a scrutinising fixes upon the man before him. ] A dovah should recognise his aar. [servant. Undoubtedly nothing will change his view on mankind's inferiority to him, the Devourer of the World.]

[snaketrap]

[ He does not know this language. He knows the All-Tongue, but this is a language that does not extend to such and that intrigues him so very much. ]

Then surely you know their greatest trait is to be unwise. Whatever had inspired them to awaken such a greatness beyond their know?

[ A little bit of ego rubbing can't hurt. ]

[unslaad]

[ No, ego rubbing cannot harm. Especially when it is such a bloated one.

But the words of this man edges forth curiosity - a push hardly any dragon can resist - as Alduin inclines his head, brings it to stare closer to the being before him. ] Your tinvaak - your speech - rings true. Nuz (but) you say their.

You are not one of the jul? Of mortals? [ He dislikes speaking in this tongue. But...an exception that needs to be made, it seems, though the question asked is gone ignored. ]

[snaketrap]

I am not. [ Hmm. ]

[literallyheartless]

Lovely, more dragons. Just what this place needed.

[unslaad]

You would be so wise as you bite your tongue, lir. [ mortals. gross. ]

[literallyheartless]

[Dragons. Ew]

I really rather not. You dragons are a pain. I have yet to meet one that did not try and burn a country.

What's that, brother? Mortals bothering you?

[elderspeaksfirst]

[That. Voice.]

They have not shrunk from it before.

[He doesn't trouble with the mortal tongue - for once, in so very long, there is no need.]

Have a care, Alduin. They will trouble you yet.

sakfhjk. Always.

[unslaad]

Treacherous Paarthurnax. [ It's a drawl, perhaps even something akin to a standard greeting towards his once-second. The tension in his coiled form is an instinct, opposed to a direct response.

He offers no move to greet the other dovah in the way tradition has meant it. ]

Worms are not meant to trouble us. Once, you used to understand this.

:3

[elderspeaksfirst]

[He lowers his head a fraction, as if to accept the label. He expects no other greeting - and he knows well enough the strength of his former lord.]

True. But a poor understanding. The judgment of arrogance flown too high to see. Time has taught me better.

Pardon the delay D: !!

[unslaad]

[ And Alduin was more than arrogant - with anger and bloodlust and sheer destruction a hideous fuel. But there's a snort. Time? Time was once a weapon the joor tried to wield through the Kel. So for Alduin, the time passed lasted mere moments; if it had been longer, perhaps he too would have learned something. ]

Has it truly?

Might it also have shown you that mortals were worth your betrayal, Paarthurnax? Those who tried to exterminate our kind from the face of our world?

No problem!

[elderspeaksfirst]

[That gives him pause a moment, acknowledging an unhappy, angry memory. No, he took no joy in the slaughter of his kin, or the terrible silence in the centuries that followed. Paarthurnax bears more than one scar of his own from that time, though no enemy could follow where he laired.]

The Akaviri [though he still names them bruniikke - savages] acted upon the fear we taught them. We took some pride in that lesson, did we not? And still, not all mortals succumbed.

[dovahkitty]

A-and here I thought I had to learn a Shout to put you on the ground...

*Everything in this Dovahkiin's body language says he's ready to bolt if Alduin even so much as draws breath funny. In fact, there's something in his voice, too - he's not letting go of all his air when he speaks.*

[unslaad]

Dovahkiin. [ it's a curse rolling off his tongue - a rumble - of distaste, loathing. An enemy by default. ] How much trouble you've caused me.

[ The urge to set the feline ablaze is a great one. It's a tempting and satisfying thought, but willed way by the obtained knowledge that whatever happened in this odd realm will sadly never touch his realm.

A shame. Otherwise, dear Dragonborn would bare charred flesh. ]

For once, my inconvenience is not by your hand, kaa.

[dovahkitty]

*Not necessarily, considering his go-to escape tactic is to immediately go ethereal and then run.*

Oh, I'll go from nuisance to trouble? It's good to know I'm not crawling through Dwemer ruins for nothing.

*The held air is released with this sentence, and more is held with the next breath. Still on alert. Mundane, why did you think this thread was a good idea?

Obviously not because of the thought he puts into his words. He gave Elenwen his real name despite having fought off Thalmor agents with a note for his execution, saved only because she didn't care; and now he's gone and admitted he doesn't have the means to do Alduin any harm. Is it any wonder he needs a potion of glibness to get things done?

He seems to at least realize that could be a bad thing to say, so he keeps talking past the air held in his throat.*

I'm surprised a mundane chose you. Where are they thinking of putting you?

[killervocabulary]

[Well then. She had suspicions that he'd be back, but not this soon...]

I find the prospect rather amusing, World-Eater. It would do some good toward tempering that arrogance of yours.