As the Dovahkiin started to make his way out of the Tree home, he was stopped by Twilight, who motioned him to get down to her level. As he did so, she put her forelegs around him.

 “Safe journey Prisoner.” she said, looking into his eyes.

 “You know, I have been thinking, why don’t we call me something different, how about Dovahkiin?”

 “Like what?” she then stared at him, giving him a quizzical look

 “I don’t know, I was going to suggest something in Dovah, to make it a more personal name than Dragonborn, since that title has been held by many.”

 “So what were you thinking?” she now looked into the distance, trying to figure out a name from the little of the Language he had taught her.

 “Well, I was thinking Drundomun, it means ‘Bringer of Man’, what do you think?”

 “How about we give you a pony name, because you are living here now?”

 “Hmm, how about when I come back we think about it?” he asked, trying to avoid being called something like ‘Bright Voice’.

 “Alright then.” She dropped the subject and focused on the matter at hand. “So the Princess will come to escort you in about 5 minutes, and from here you will walk to Canterlot.”

 “Walk, why don’t we just fly there?” he had become saddened, after months of travelling on foot he was looking forward to having someone else doing the heavy lifting.

 “She said it’s an exercise to see what you can do, and also to get to know you better.”

 “Fine, but when I get to that castle, I had better be treaten like a bloody king!” he said, now a bit pissed at the fact that this was not really necessary.

 “You will be treated like all foreign dignitaries, you may even meet a few nobles from the courts.”

 “Oh yay, more boring-ass old people who make me consider either serial murder or suicide.”

 “Stop over reacting, they aren’t that bad, but if I were you I would look out for the princesses ‘Nephew’, he can be a real idiot sometimes.”

  “Oh really, so are you speaking from experience, or rumours?”

 “He callously insulted my good friend Rarity and treated her like dirt, then he had the audacity to spit out my friend Applejack’s food like it was poison! So yes, I have had some experience with him.” she had a sour look on her face, with hints of disgust

 “Well, I might have to pay him a visit after all, seeing as we are friends now, I consider that a personal insult. Anyone who has gotten on the wrong side of me has only a few excruciating seconds to live to regret it.” he now had an extremely menacing look on his face.

 “You really don’t have to do that.” The sarcasm was oozing out of her mouth like an unholy plague.

 “Well he might just have an accident or two, but nothing too serious.”

 “Well, it looks like the Princess is here, I won’t keep you waiting.” and with that, she slammed to door in his face.

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 As he walked out, the Princess was in front of him looking majestic and beautiful, but he didn’t want the Princess to get the wrong ideas, so he mentioned neither. While he liked the ponies, that stuff is messed up.

 “So, how did packing go?”

 “Just fine, although I did not know until 5 minutes ago that we would be walking to your capital instead of getting a carriage.”

 “That was planned, I want to know how well you do under pressure and in unfamiliar situations.”

 “Oh, I’m not worried Princess. I have been able to kill anything that came my way for the past year and not sleep a wink for 2 weeks straight. In fact, I feel that I could probably run there right now, but you want to get to know me and that will be hard if I am running AND out of breath.”

 “Alright then, I thought I needn't worry, but I do think this will be a good time for me to find out more about you before I introduce you to my sister.”

 “Ah a sister, why don’t you tell me about her?”

 “I would prefer to leave that, how would you say, splendid conversation for when she meets you, she is extremely excited to be getting a study buddy.”

 “Oh, so you have been telling her about me, what have you said so far?”

 “What you look like, how you came here, but do not worry, I haven’t told her any of your more titillating stories, I left that honour for you.”

 “Why thank you my liege.” he gave her a mock bow

 “Did Twilight tell you about the forest we would be going through on our way to Canterlot?”

 “No, she did not mention it, Why?”

 “It is called the Everfree, because it is free from the control of any nation, it exists according to its own free will.”

 “Now that you mention it, it looks like any other forest to me.”

 “It has beasts and monsters so powerful that even my sister and I would have a hard time defeating.”

 “Do not fear Princess, I am as close to a God as mortals come. I am fully capable of besting a beast ten times my size without so much as a flick of my wrist. I highly doubt anything in there could match me in any form of combat.”

 “I will take your word for it, but be warned, it is not for the faint of heart.”

 “If I was of the faint of heart Princess, I would have died long ago.”

 “Well with such a cocky attitude you might just bluff your way out of trouble.”

 “Have you had your fun with the insults, we had better get going.”

“Fine, but on the way tell me a few more stories.”

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 “And that Celestia, is why Sanguine is the best of the Daedra.”

 “But you just killed a temple of innocent Priestesses, how could you do that?” she asked, almost mentally scarred at the story that he had been talking about for the last 4 hours.

 “Hey, the Bitch wanted me to do some boring ass menial job and I was having none of it. Also Senna the Priestess was in no means innocent, if you know what I mean.”

 “I think I may throw up.”

 “Here take some of this, it will calm your nerves.”

 “What is it?”

“It is Skooma, it works like a charm.”

 “Alright fine, but only once.”

 “Don’t worry so much, its not like anything bad is going to happen.”

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"I lovsh yoush *hic*, you know that, right. Don't ever leave me." Celestia then broke down crying, but she was also laughing, the Skooma seemed to affect her immensely

"I don't know why you would ever think that, I Love you the most." The Dovahkiin was almost as drugged up as her, but since he was used to Skooma it did not affect him as much.

He went down to give her a hug, but she turned around at the last second, and planted a big, sloppy, drunken kiss on his lips.

"You are sho Handshome, why don't you come down here and join me." She gave him a sultry, albeit drunken, look.

"Princess, we are both drunk, I doubt that would be the best idea, look, let me use some restoration on you, it will fix this stupor we are both in." he then gave her a look that she could not comprehend in her state. "It would not be wise, seeing as we are of a different species."

"I was not asking, I was commanding." she then grabbed him with her magic, and pinned him to the ground. As she advanced on him, he started to try and convince her.

"Look, Princess, what do you think Twilight will think, you taking advantage of me now, she would be horrified." he gave her a pleading look.

"We can worry about such things later, now, how about we get this armour off." She started to fling his armour and weapons around their newly built camp-site, strewing them everywhere.

"I really didn't want to do this Princess, but you gave me no choice." He then let out a shriek as his body began to change, his arms becoming hairy and longer, his entire body shifting.

"Oh, I love the hairy ones." In her drunken state, she was still powerful, and he had to be careful.

"Leave now, or we will both do something we will regret."

"Not until I get my prize." she gave him a look of wanting, but with some maliciousness infused.

"Don't tell me this was my fault, you brought it upon yourself." He then charged at her in his werewolf form, roaring at her and taking a swipe. After hearing the roar, she fled like anyone would, into the woods. As he began to follow her, he went back through the camp-site, but as he began to leave he felt his transformation begin to fade, as he began to change back, he felt himself trip over on the nearest tent, knocking him out cold.

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The Dovahkiin woke up around a campfire, his armour and weapons were strewn across the entire campsite, which he could not remember building. The last thing he could remember was him and Celestia drinking some Skooma.

 “OH shit, I gave her Skooma, what the FUCK was I thinking?”

He started to look around the campsite, seeing if Celestia was there, but alas it was for naught. But, just as he was about to give up he saw to mark of her Royal horse shoes.

 He began to follow the trail, eventually leading to a clearing where they abruptly stopped. He began to search around again, but as he was checking a log for clues, he heard a deafening roar. He decided that this was most likely where the Princess was, because anything that could make that sound would be the most probable thing around to take on the Wielder of the Sun.

 “Well fuck, first night with a Princess and I give her drugs, trash our campsite and get her captured, I am being such a great beacon for Humanity here aren’t I.”

 As he started to walk towards the sound, he realised something.

“Wait, hold the fuck up, I am the Dovahkiin, A killer of Gods, Destroyer of Men, some little pussy whipped bitch in a forest is not going to stop me from rescuing my first friend I have had in the past year. I should walk in there and kill the hell out of that thing.”

 After giving himself that little pep talk, he found his way to the origin of the sound, which turned out to be a big, dark, dank and all other descriptive words beginning with d, cave. He just started to make his way inside when he finished off a bottle of his favourite mead.

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As he made his way into the cave he was greeted with an amazing sight. Spread around the cave was a sea of glittering lights, with shades of all the colours of the rainbow. After his vision adjusted to the spectacle he could see clearly that it was in fact a massive hoard of gems and gold, enough to rival any treasury in Skyrim. In the middle of this hoard was a large black figure and a cage to its right.

 As he moved closer to the figure he could make out its eyes and legs, and he could also see that in the cage was a badly beaten and bruised Celestia, who was trying with all her magical might to escape.

 “So, a new creature approaches.” bellowed the beast, smoke coming from his snout. “But what is this? You are not like the others that walk this forest. Instead, you are like a newborn hatchling, walking on two legs instead of four.”

“I do not know who you are or what you are, but if you let the Princess go, I will not kill you.” he said, raising his hand, ready to cast a spell.

 “So, the little hatchling wants to challenge the mighty dragon for his newest prize. What makes you think that I will give her up? I am centuries old, being hatched before the crisis of Nightmare Moon, what do you have that can stop me!?” His voice was now almost like thunder, echoing in the large cave.

 “Wait, you are a dragon?” said the Dovahkiin, a laugh almost coming to his lips

 “Yes, I am a dragon! The most fearsome and powerful of creatures! I was able to do what no other has done and captured the Wielder of the Sun, and now I will have you as a plaything until the day you die!”

 At this point the Dovahkiin actually fell over laughing. He started to roll around, laughing so much it hurt. The thought of any dragon that wasn’t a god trying to kill him just made his chest hurt with unbridled laughter.

 “ENOUGH OF THIS FOOLISHNESS, I WILL END YOU!”, and with that he let off a blast of fire that melted the gold and jewels around him. At this the Princess started to weep, thinking it was his end.

 But as the smoke cleared, an image formed that neither the Princess nor the dragon thought would be possible, There, standing in front of them, was the Dovahkiin wielding a rather large sword made out of a red type of material, but on his face was not the cocky smirk he had always on his face, this time it was different, his face twisted into one of pure, unadulterated rage. He brandished his sword and aimed it at the Dragons face.

 “HOW DARE YOU, YOU MADE HER CRY! ATTACKING ME IS ONE THING, BUT BRINGING MY FRIENDS TO TEARS MAKES YOU DEAD, AND BY THE TIME I AM THROUGH WITH YOU YOU WILL WISH THAT WHATEVER GOD YOU WORSHIP HAS MERCY ON YOU, BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL FUCKING WON’T!” He then charged at the Dragon, taking the full brunt of a last minute breath of fire. He shrugged it off as if it was nothing and then jumped onto the dragon's back and sliced off one of his wings, making it as deliberately hurtful as possible. As the dragon tried to reach around and hit his back the Dovahkiin jumped off and started shouting again.

 “YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN GET ME THAT EASY BITCH, THINK AGAIN!” He then summoned a fireball to his hands and loosed it at the dragons face, it connected with his eye, making it char and blacken.

 When more screaming commenced he again jumped onto the dragon's back and hacked off his other wing. He then went in for a final blow to the face and stopped. He looked the Dragon dead in the eye and said

 “Remember these few seconds well, for they will be your last.” he said it coldy, and it had a very sharp edge to it.

He then shouted at the dragon, releasing a large breath of fire into his face, completely destroying the already burnt eye.

  "You are not the only one that can breathe fire, Bitch. Yippee Ki Yay, MOTHERFUCKER!"

 He then reached out with his hand and shoved it into the hole in the dragons face where the eye should have been, had the dovahkiin not burnt it to ash. He then summoned a red flame to his hand and released the spell inside of the dragons head, effectively melting it from the inside.

 He then hopped down from the hoard the body was resting from and headed directly towards the cage Celestia was in. As he came closer, he could see she was in utter shock at what had happened.

 “How did you do that?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

 “What, kill him? It was easy really. I was pissed off and he hadn’t had a fight like me in a long time.” He now replaced his angry glare with his trademark cocky smile.

 “No, I mean kill him without thinking about it. You just caused him so much pain and then ended him, just like that.” to emphasise that statement she stomped her hoof.

 “I do what needs to be done, it normally isn’t something I like doing, but this guy was really getting on my nerves.”

 “But, how did you kill him? He was one of the most powerful dragons living at this very moment, the only way he was able to get me was that I was incapacitated.” She glared at him because she realised it was his fault to begin with.

 “Princess, let me remind you, I am a professional Dragon Hunter, I was anointed by the nine for Talos’ sake.”

 “But he was so powerful, his claws were about half your size.”

“He was a dragon, it is what I do.”

“But no one has been able to kill a dragon, EVER, we have only been able to drive them back, I mean his scales alone must be worth a fortune.”

 “Oh, that reminds me, hold my weapons for a sec.”

 “Why?”

 “Just do it for me, Please.”

“Alright then.”

10 Minutes Later

“Really, that is repulsive, how could you do something like that?” she looked at him, disgusted.

 “Really, I think it looks quite fetching.”

 As the Dovahkiin came out of the cave he was wearing what appeared to be the dragons skull as a helmet, and carrying a large handful of scales and bones.

 “Trust me on this Celestia, these will come in handy when I need new equipment.”

 “But we have an entire armoury stocked to the brim, what do you need those for?”

“I can make professional weapons out of these, ones that can cut dragonhide like butter.”

“Fine, but keep them out of my sight, they look dreadful.”

 “It is your land princess.” and with that he gave another mock bow.

 “That reminds me..” She then bucked him in the face so hard he fell to the floor.

 “The hell is it with you girls and your love of kicking me in the face?”

 “If you ever offer me that vile concoction ‘Skooma’ again, being hit in the face will be the least of your worries.”