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[Death was never something he considered without a bark of laughter to follow the idea, because when one was labeled as a god, an immortal in ever sense of the word, the idea of mortality was not a concept that hit too close to home. His destiny hand long been laid out for him and nothing within the transcripts of time stated that a figure regarded in such fear and maintaining such power would fall prey to the sword. Yet when the final strike came down upon him and that last whisper of breath left his lungs, Alduin had never felt as venerable as he did in that moment when he realized that death was upon him. Suddenly it had become blindingly clear that even though he believed he would long outlast the struggles of mankind, the will of men had become strong enough to defeat his physical form, to knock him back down to earth and out of the skies. For Alduin though, whose stubbornness persisted years, even as he felt his body hit the ground and the blood fall from his wounds he could not consider defeat, he could not accept placing the final touches to an end of life that was supposed to span throughout all time.

He swore to himself when he knew it would all end, that it wouldn't. Alduin promised quietly that he would be brought back to life and there would be no mercy when he returned, there would be no gentle or kind nature, something he never possessed but would now never consider once in his life. He was a god, he was the Nordic God of Destruction, he was beyond those who walked on two legs and those who spoke the horrid guttural language of mortal-kind. Alduin was certain this could not be over because who could kill a god.

When he woke, the gasp that took to his lungs was loud, harsh and brought in as if he feared he would never breath again. He shook and trembled as he found himself suddenly within the grip of the life once more but what was different, what was distinctly off was not that he had awoken within a tomb but the fact that he he felt significantly different, physically. From what his memory allowed, he knew that his body felt significantly smaller, that his senses were thrown off and he was no longer the rather massive, strong creature he was known as.

A god, dead or alive, but Aludin was distinctly human when he found himself awake within the darkness and in a daze of confusion he threw an arm upward to knock aside the pieces that covered him. An arm, not a wing nor a talon but an arm and this--it stirred a fire within his belly.] What--

What is this mockery?

[A grumble sounded--his voice sounded different, it sounded weak compared to the strength he felt in it before but as he stood, as he pushed himself upwards it was suddenly apparent that for a god, he did not know how the mortal form worked and instead of standing proudly on two feet he went tumbling down to the ground, knocking aside pieces of the broken sarcophagus and dust into the air. What was this all--what had he become and why? To him, this truly was hell.]

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[When the other comes around he is tense, he is frustrated and he is beyond anger--it is all overwhelming and the fact that he is in his pathetic form he does not even know what to do at the moment. Pushing himself up, he places his palms upon the ground and remains on his knees. This body, it's not something he could comprehend right now and he when the voice sounded he looked up--his vision not as it was, everything was different, his hearing--everything and he hated it.] A calling?

[He replied, his voice rough as he met the gaze of the other with the glint of his red colored gaze, a grumble within his throat how even his voice tasted differently.] My calling is far from this, it is beyond this body of flesh and this realm.

[The man strikes him as unnatural-- everything about him from those red eyes to the way he cannot pull himself up. Is it because of an injury, something that he cannot see from merely looking at the other? Whatever it be, he stays where he is, takes in the other's words and keeps his own personal thoughts out of it. His opinion is not needed in this place.]

And why do you say that? [Curiousity held him for a moment; he waited to see if he would pull himself up past his knees, stand.]

[He hates the idea of not being able to control himself, he hates the sensation of not knowing how to balance his boy and feel that power he is used to but right now the only thing he can do it be angered by the fact and try to step up to meet it. Pushing himself up from the position that he was in, he leaned against the broken pieces of the tomb, fingers grinding down against the stone. An exhale of breath and he looked down to his feet then to the other.] Mey--

If only we were back in my realm you would understand how I am held in much higher regard, and fear than I would be ever in this pathetic mortal body.

Be that as it may, [He replied in an even tone, watching the struggle. He made no move to help the other, because it seemed from his stance and tone that doing so may not be the best choice. The other looked down upon him and for it he said nothing, did nothing. Only spoke when he felt it necessary, as if to defuse a situation that held possibility of coming back to spite him later on. Hopefully.] Currently, you are and remain in this form until something happens.

[A pause as he looked back the path he had come, then to the stranger once more.] Now would you rather I leave as if this never happened, or lead you away from this room?

[The man was wise to keep his distance and wise to allow the other to take his task as he would, to learn his steps and at least remain some manner of dignity that seemed very precious to him. He was used to striking fear in those that lived beneath the skies, used to only the minor rebellion until the dovahkiin made their appearance within his realm. His realm, his place to do away with when he pleased and how and before all this, before they came to rise against him--he was certain nothing could stop him and in that refused to believe he was dead.] I don't need your help, joor!

[His voice snapped, despite the others kindness.] I don't need anyone's help with this useless body of weak flesh. It should prove easy enough to navigate considering that it is the body of man.

[He kept quiet, used to the shouting with those he had known, the company he was familiar with. There was only a nod as he stepped back, expression unreadable beneath the shadows of his attire.]

So you say. [He turned upon his heel, moved to head back down the halls. If the man was still here when he came back, perhaps he would force himself to help. There was no immediate threat to the other, as far as he knew and reasoning seemed to be a dangerous thing to try.] Safety to you, then.

[No peace. He wasn't sure about that.]

[The reasoning was dangerous, right now in this mood the last thing he needed was someone trying to assist him because only he could get used to such a body. So quietly he watched the other leave and only gave a huff of breath at the words before turning back to his task in attempts to move his legs.

He would unsuccessful at first, but practice made perfect.]

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