[NIGHTMARE] Double Agent

[Shavir]

The way there would of been long, enduring, and cold for any standard being. The top of a mountain was quite a feat; nonetheless, the ability of wings and the nature of dragons made places like mountains common homes. It was simply the matter of a short flight, and getting over a hangover. He had downed a large amount of alcohol, too much to actually remember.

As he climbed, inch by inch up in altitude, the snow and ice fell across his face and wings, putting a slight sting to the air. It was not that bad though, as his body was made for the extreme conditions.

Reaching the top of the mountain, his feet crunched down atop the white snow of the hilltop as he slid to a stop. Immediately transforming into his human form, he moved under the tree covered in ice. Now he just had to await Nightmare. The business was somewhat urgent.

[Nightmare Darklight]

And the scrolls, have foretold
Of black wings in the cold...

Nightmare had been summoned by one of his Dreadnoughts. For what, he was unsure, but he figured that it was something urgent, otherwise he wouldn't have been called to such a remote location of the world. Seeing as he figured it ws urgent, he flew towards the peaks in the north in his dragon form. However, he took great care to hide all his heads save one. For all intents and purposes, he was merely a single headed dragon. That was the way he wanted it. He didn't want it getting out that he was a hydra just yet. To him, the revelation of a hydra on the throne was something that could change the tide of a battle. In his battle for the throne, the previous emperor had been stunned, and frightened by learning this, so he figured he could use it again.

However, as he zeroed in on the peaks, he saw his dreadnought. There he was, one of the most loyal men of the empire. At least he liked to think so anyway. He began to descend, heading towards the snow of Snowpeak. He had no doubt that his lieutenant would end up seeing him from his position on the ground, but it didn't really matter. As he reached the ground, his wings ended up flapping in order to slow his descend as his large form touched the ground, leaving large prints in the snow. The cold didn't really bother him, as his hide kept him insulated against some things, so he didn't have much worry of freezing to death.

Fin strunmah do fin brom, Dovahkiin?

The voice was deep, loud, able to even soar beyond the winter weather of Snowpeak. It was a simple question, and that one that Nightmare was the most interested in at the moment. He was still pretty curious as to why he had chosen such a remote location. Though he had to admit, he didn't get to speak in the tongue of the dragons very often, so it was always fun when he got to do something like that.

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(OOC: Link o3o )

[Shavir]

[OOC: If there isn't a word for it, I'm putting it in English. >.> Although, this is epic beyond belief.)

As the large Dragon, Nightmare Darklight, descended onto the mountain shortly after Shavir's arrival, the Dreadnought felt the tremor of his weight as he embraced the snow laden ground. Even with pulling himself to a stop, the Dragon's strength and ferocity still echoed with a silent, devastating shake. Immediately dropping to one knee, despite the snow, he bowed his head to the emperor, then slowly rose to his voice. The Dragon language; few spoke it, and it was one that he could use before an audience, and still have a private conversation.

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Geh, Feyn do Jun's, faal lokke Thur.
Faal gein wo Praanne ko faad hindde wah krii my mir.

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Shavir did not hesitate to report his findings to his commander, and it was quite obvious who Shavir was speaking of. While his voice rang out through the mountains, he kept it lower, lighter, and less powerful than his Emperors. For Shavir, it came natural, as he figured it did for most Dragons. It was a sign of submission that he had shown since the day he met Nightmare. Something about his ways stirred a fire in his gut, hotter than the one that already rested there. Like any language however, there were multiple dialects and types of one form, although he had yet to use the language he was raised with in presence of the Emperor. If the Emperor was not talented in the language, it could make the conversation difficult..

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Rok has ofan ok ov wah me, ko ful I fen kos ok aar.

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[Nightmare Darklight]

And the scrolls, have foretold
Of black wings in the cold...

Nightmare listened intently at his lieutenant's words. If his dreadnought was indeed telling the truth, then it turned out that his ally, Merik, was in fact planning to betray him, or at least get info on him for a probable betrayal. Needless to say, it changed the playing field, and to Nightmare it was... well... honestly, it was as he kind of figured. Learning that Merik was planning to backstab you was like learning that there was another dark warrior of dark darkness wielding the dark power of darkness out and about committing dark deeds of darkness in dark manners for the light. Your reaction was usually something like "Oh" followed by immediately returning to whatever it was you were doing beforehand.

Nevertheless, Nightmare was quite amused at this development. He figured Merik's little ploy didn't really work well, as here Shavir was, spilling the beans and telling the Emperor all about the Gerudo King's little plan. But he figured if Merik was out to sabotage him, then two could play that game. There was just one catch; Nightmare was fairly sure that he could play it a hell of a lot better than Merik could. Nevertheless, he couldn't help but feel a bit intrigued as to what pushed Merik firmly into the territory of betrayal. Yes, it was expected, but what did it? Was it something monetary? Territorial? Or perhaps something within Merik's own nature?

Sjek Merik hindde wah jaecr ve ko fin spical, jaci tiliw ahst gekip kos throdenilt othokent do coi.

The Bane of Kings let out a low chuckle at his words, mocking the Gerudo King in the dragon tongue. He loved his language. It was one that very few knew about, and even fewer bothered to learn. Learning the tongue of the Gerudo was justified by the fact you'd undoubtedly meet a couple throughout your life. However, meeting a dragon was extremely rare, so no one really bothered to learn the dragon tongue. However, he was rambling. His lieutenant wouldn't have called him all the way out here to deliver just that message. He had something of his own planned. Nightmare was somewhat curious as to what this plan was.

Ful svabol los hin nadot, Dovahkiin?

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[Shavir]

As the emperor laughed and mocked the King, Shavir remained silent. It wasn't that he found the situation lacking humor, more so that he had already had his laugh about it. For one, the emperor was a very sly and intelligent Dragon, one that a mere human could by no means trick. Shavir almost wondered if it was possibly a trick from Merik himself, and if he expected Shavir to return to the King with the information. He was sure that Night also took this into compensation.

Shifting his footing somewhat, he listened carefully, and thought carefully to the question being proposed. "Si winev wer irral move ui ekess gain enel, vur enel geou clax tairais vur information. Huena enel ui established, coita vi banpri move di sanipkur, hak narir svadrav wer tairais harkt, nomag coi qe mrith publicity vur turning wer xiekivi shafaer jacion, usv claxir wer hurthi. Coita shio circumstantial. Wux?"

Nightmare most likely had the same idea, or something far more elaborate. After all, he knew things Shavir didn't, and had goals that the Dreadnought didn't know about.