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ask-strunlokmaar:

ask-paarthurnax:

Paarthurnax tured his battle scarred head toward Strulokmaar the moment it became apparent the dragon was cut off by his presence. Unsurprising, but his head raised higher than it’s already poised position. “Strunlokmaar, you look ahzid ahst my appearance.” He began, the old dragons tone nonchalant, dimmed eyes fixed. “Gein should speak his reasons fod gein is nahlot by another dovah.” 

Strunlokmaar’s lips curl back slightly, but he does appear to be at least putting in an effort to hold back, “Zu lost nid hind wah tinvaak voth hi, One Who I Used To Look Up To.”

The sound that escapes the ancient dragons scaled lips could almost be described as a rumbled chuckle, if dragons could. Paarthurnax gave a stretch of his wings, enough to glide from his stoney seat to the ground. Where he was a peaceful dragon, when it came to others of his kind other than the original seven and Odahviing he kept that somewhat on a looser leash. His ways were not the ways of all dragons, not yet at least. “You looked up to my thur, ahrk my zeymah’s nax. You are foolish to continue to admire these ways. Hi fen make tiid wah me, dovah ol ney your elder ahrk fin zeymah wah alduin.”