User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Dragon/Skyrim A lost anonymous

Prompt: You are the dragonborn. After receiving an anonymous letter saying that Alduin has returned. Only in a different form in a different realm, you travelled to his new hideout to end him once and for all.

As your battle with alduin rage on, you delivered a decisive blow to the world eater. Gravely wounding him but as you attempt to end the fight, a bright light engulfed alduin later revealing not a skeleton remains of a slain dragon, but a kneeling woman with dragon wings and limbs with the great wound on her body you supposed to have dealt to the dragon you're fighting a moment ago. "If you're going to end me now, do it quickly dovahkiin" she said head down and eyes closed waiting for your attack. Will you spare her and risk another dragon war? Or end all of it.

Answer

(Redguard, fem, Werewolf, 80, Heavy Armour, One Handed, Marksman, Restoration, Blacksmish, Enchanting)

I stop as I look at what the transformation's done to 'him.' I ask what illusion this is, and why he thought it would save him.

"This is no illusion." His new feminine voice states. "It is a product of this new world. I took energy from it, thinking it no different to the power from Sovngarde. But as you can see, it had quite a different effect."

So, this new form was a product of this realm's energy? He nods in confirmation.

<span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"Yes. Though I can still return to my original form, when I am weak, I return to this one. It is beyond humiliating." I'm at a loss for words. That this realm could turn the once mighty destroyer into something so... mortal, is beyond worrying. That's when a thought occurs. If I destroy him, how can I return to our world? This get's a chuckle from the beast.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"You can't. If you slay me, then the portal closes. If you don't, then I will destroy you when I regain my power." With  heavy sigh I sheathe my weapons, and sit away from the dragon. Then we will duel until the end of time, for I cannot return without him, and he is not strong enough to defeat me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"You dare question my might!" He growls, trying to stand and groaning before he collapses. He settles for glaring at me. I ask what kind of world this is, that would taint him with such a form.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"Of that, I cannot say. Though I do feel an immense presence somewhere in this world. It makes me think we are not in aetherius, but a daedric realm. Though that still poses so many questions." Indeed. The kind of power to transform one such as he is beyond all but the daedric princes, and this realm is not like any description of their planes that I've come across.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"I also am no longer he." I look at him, raising an eyebrow. He does indeed look and sound very feminine, though it surprises me to hear him admit this. "Gender matters little to me. Only my power needs remain." I shrug, sitting for a time in silence.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">I rise, removing my helmet to shake out my hair. I need food, and there has to be something worth eating around here. I start to walk away from the dragon, her voice shouting at me.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"What do you think you're doing?!" I need to eat, and she isn't going anywhere in this state. I hear growls behind me, but no footsteps or wing beats.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">As I enter the forest around us I breathe deeply of the wild scent. My instincts pick up on prey nearby, and I smile, letting them take hold. I feel the shifting in my bones, my body warping, and let out a low growl.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">Then it changes, the feeling of wild power being replaced by something much baser. My bones stop moving, but I can feel myself changing still. Black fur grows over my arms and legs, the claws that I'm familiar with coming with them. A tail I expected grows out behind me, and my ears shift and warp, standing tall on my head.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">I stumble to a stream and look at myself, shocked by what I see. It's like my transformation stopped halfway. I try to force myself back, but I feel nothing, no return to my normal form, no shift into my beast form. I realise what's happened then. How I've shared the fate of the World Eater, but irreversible. I make my way back to Alduin, having re-donned my armour and collected my blades.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">As I break through the clearing, I see her, holding a man in leather armour by the throat, preparing for the kill. I draw on my power, letting out a deafening shout. Joor Zah Frul!

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">I'm pleased when the expected blast of power manifests, striking the dragon squarely, and forcing her to her knees. She raises her head to glare at me. The man looks at me, his eyes wide with fear, before running.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">I then think of a new idea, one I didn't have the chance to try during my first battle with her. I wait for my power to return, Alduin roaring as the last shout wears off. As she rushes me I prepare another shout. Gol Hah Dov! Her eyes go wide at the words, and despite her best efforts the thu'um strikes her.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">I order her to kneel before me, she resists, but does so. I demand her to open the portal to our world.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0.0001pt;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;border-width:1pt;border-style:none;border-color:windowtext;padding:0cm;">"I... cannot." My eyes go wide. What does she mean she cannot? "I'm too weak to open a portal." I sigh, I'll have to wait for her to regain her strength then. "Do you really think such a lowly shout will work on me at my full strength?" I glare at her, but I know she's right.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I can also see that tail." I look at her, a sly smile on her face. I remove my helmet, showing some of the other changes. It appears this world reacts to werewolves as well. I sigh, feeling an urge I truly wish I didn't at this moment. I start to wander around the area, looking for anything to take my mind off of it. In the end I decide to focus on restoration practice.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">Unfortunately as I let the healing and warding energies flow through me, the need only increased. I heard Alduin chuckle.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"You feel it too then?" I turned to see a blush on her face, glad my skin was dark enough to hide my own. There was something about this world, something strange.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was actually close to bending to that man, as humiliating as it is to admit." I look at her, beyond disbelief that she just admitted that. "This realm is changing me, and I don't know how or why it's happening." Perhaps, a truce is in order. She looks at me like I just suggested slitting her own throat. We both need to escape this place before we're forever tainted by it, so perhaps we should work together to leave.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">As she's mulling this over another voice giggles nearby. I draw my blades, whirling towards the voice, and what I see makes me reconsider the daedric influence here.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She has white hair, wings, and a long tail ending in a spade. Her clothing is black with red highlights, and she bears a pair of black horns. I ask who she is.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"My name isn't important. What is important, is that I'm one of the Demon Lord's daughters, and she is quite interested in meeting the two of you." I look to Alduin, and she's all but snarling at the woman.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"I'm not going anywhere, daedra." The woman cocks her head to the side, curious, before throwing a hand out, and I hear something I never thought a dragon could even do. I hear Alduin moan in pure ecstasy.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Hmm... you must be powerful. If you weren't that spell would have had you a gibbering mess on the ground." She then turns to me, and I put up a spell ward. I feel the ward absorb some of the spell, but most of it overwhelms my limited alteration knowledge and pours into me. I feel the heat spread through me, and struggle to maintain my composure, until I too let out a disgraceful moan.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The woman smiles at us, clapping her hands. "Oh, this is glorious! Two lovely powerful hero's for mother." We're then teleported somewhere I don't know, but that looks much more like what I'd expect from a daedric realm.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">We were in some kind of palace, and all around us were men and women entangled in bliss. Rather than disgust, the sight got me even hotter, and I could hear Alduin's panting as well. Then the woman appeared in front of us again, holding two men by their erect manhood’s.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">"If you swear to fight for me and my mother, then these will be yours. Heroes are the only partners worthy of other heroes." I tried to resist, tried to stop the words that came from my mouth, but it was futile. We both agreed to help her mother.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">The sexual storm that followed was unlike anything I'd ever imagined. It seemed to last for days before I could think straight. When I could, I was summoned by the girl who'd brought us here, who told me it was my duty to protect the people and mamono (a word I was quickly becoming familiar with) who followed her mother’s ways.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:normal;"><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">She presented me with new weapons, as blades that could slay a foe were frowned upon, and took to my duties with the man who was now my husband. The longer I spend here, the weaker my thu'um gets, the more distant I feel from what I was. But I quickly learned I was still me, my instincts and emotions still came through as clearly as ever, my skills hadn't dulled in the slightest. And I still held my goal in my heart.

<span style="font-size:10pt;line-height:115%;font-family:Helvetica,sans-serif;">To protect those who need protecting, and eliminate those who would harm them.