ʜ ᴇ ʀ ᴏ // Teldryn Sero

o.1.2 // dragons and draugr

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No one's POV.
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Rhea worked on traversing the mountain, leaning down to help Teldryn scale a few rocks that he wasn't acclimated to climbing. The Dunmer groaned.

"How much further up this bloody mountain do we need to go?" He grumbled, looking up at the top. It wasn't terribly far away, thankfully.

Rhea rolled her eyes. "Do you ever stop complaining?" She mocked, hopping up onto a jagged peak with ease. Teldryn barely made it himself. He scoffed.

"Sorry, n'wah, but i don't typically find myself scaling High Hrothgar every fucking day." The spellsword grit out, malice in every word. Rhea simply laughed.

"Come on, Sero, we're almost there. You'll thank me later." She chuckled, taking his hand and helping him up the next rock.

Eventually, the two made it to the top. The movement on the mountain had triggered the dragon to wake, roaring and flying out at a speed that could only be described as annoyance. Rhea crouched down, taking her bow from her back.

"Shut up and watch." She whispered, never releasing her hold on Teldryn's hand.

To say he was flustered was an understatement.

The great Teldryn Sero! Ladies man and valiant adventurer who's slain Daedra and women's hearts alike, is smitten by a firebrand Nord with the blood of a dragon coursing through her veins.

By the Nine...

The mercenary snapped himself from his thoughts and watched as the dragon gnashed its teeth at the draugr it identified before the two at the top of the mountain. It swiped and breathed heavy flames at the undead creatures, effectively wiping them out after a short battle.

Rhea knocked an arrow, aiming it directly at the left eye of the dragon. She held her breath. Release.

The ebony arrow drove itself through the dragon's eye. The beast roared, flailing violently before setting its sights on Rhea. She grinned sickly, standing up and brandishing her blade. "I suggest you get out of the way."

Teldryn raised an eyebrow. "Are you mad? What are you even doing?" He asked frantically, letting go of Rhea's shoulder as she pulled herself away. The mercenary had no time to react when the dragon soared through the air, aiming itself at the peak of the mountain where they stood. His eyes widened. "Rhea-? Get out of the way!" He shouted, drawing his sword quickly.

Rhea pulled her cowl down, flashing him a charming smile that set off the butterflies in his chest again. "Trust me." Her voice was like a smooth tankard of snowberry wine, silky and sweet. Gods above...snap out of it, Teldryn.

He could only step back as the dragon pummeled to the mountain, swiping down quickly and baring its teeth at the Dragonborn. Teldryn looked away quickly, fearing the worst. He felt sick to his stomach.

Finally, he looked up. Rhea had swung herself up ; her legs wrapped around the dragon's throat, driving her sword through it's skull to the very hilt. The dragon screeched, flailing its neck every direction in an attempt to throw the assailant off, but it just wouldn't happen. Rhea ripped the sword out, stabbing it once again. This time, the dragon fell limp against the struggle, it's head collapsing as Rhea gracefully rolled off and back to her feet. She sighed, sheathing her sword.

Teldryn's jaw went slack, and although Rhea couldn't see it, she could definitely tell. The Nord sent him a wicked grin. "How was that for a retired Dragonborn?" She chuckled, walking back over to him after retracting her sword from the head of the dragon. The beast slowly began to burn as embers floated into the air.