⟫»—> A hand trailed along the back of the chair, his eyes transfixed to the goblin’s form. It was obviously a goblin; he could smell the stench underneath the bile mask, though this goblin was hardly as despicable as those of Skryim. Hoards of them were almost intimidating, at least to the mortals and their keeps. Never to a dragon.
Hand swept from the chair, flicking forward and his fingers rolling. He could feel the magic eager at his finger tips, the veins of his body pulsing obsidian in a tantalizing array that begged him to unleash the Thu’um. He’d had no reason. Technically, he still had no reason. This poor fool hadn’t done anything. That he knew of.
There was no mercy for the being’s state. Naked or not, the territorial instinct had bubbled to the surface. Someone had just already beaten him to the punch at reprimanding. Alduin examined the quarter view of the creature’s face, watching it contort into panic. Aaaah, he missed that expression, the aura it created in the air. He didn’t hold back his smirk.
❝ Aaaaah, so you know her… Perhaps she has put you here then. A woman of exceptional beauty, though fierce? ❞
The dovah had come up upon the other side of the chair, standing abreast with the man, brow pinched though pleasure cracked his lips into a fiendish smirk.
❝ Is that why you’re here in my home? ❞
The goblin watched the man circle and circle him like great hulking beast just biding its time before a fresh kill. Amidst his own internal panic, Toad realized that the man was something of an animal. Not in his size, no; He gave off an air too brutish even for a human,and he smelled of brimstone and fire.
Toad bit into his tongue. “You speak goblin?” He asked, surprised. “I-I… yes, I know her. I t-think s-she was the one who put me here. I m-must have passed out, then she stripped me and tied me to t-this chair.”
He could barely look into the beast-man’s eyes.
“If you’re mad I’m here, bring it up with her.”
The steady click clack of shoes on marble signaled Medusa’s approach. She took her time, not only because there was absolutely no rush, but because she carried a large sloshing bucket of soapy water in one hand and another bucket of odd things in the other. Even her snakes carried a few additional items; a hairbrush, a curling iron, a pair of scissors. Her nails were painted to match her royal green shoes, which in turn matched her glasses, mane of snakes and her guest.
She arrived at the gallery just as the goblin finished blubbering on to someone, and only then did she know Alduin was there. “Bring what up with me? Hii, Sweets,” she greeted with a broad grin as she set the stuff down and picked out the additional stuff from her girls. She then swiftly closed the distance between her and the dragon, rested her hands on his shoulders and sealed her lips with his.
