The cold bit harder than it had any right to. Wind howled across jagged mountain spines and scraped over frozen lakes like a dagger across glass. Snow poured from the sky in sheets, merciless and blind.
Somewhere, a wolf howled. But the thing that fell from the sky was no wolf.It was a beast of epic proportions.
The air tore open with a thunderous crack, and a rift—a jagged, spiraling maw of twisted light—ripped into the Skyrim sky. Out of that wound in reality fell a shape far too massive to be natural. It slammed into the frozen dirt of the snowy Mountains with a bone-shattering crash, sending up a storm of ice and pine needles everywhere.
It was male in nature his appearance matching the argioans. But he appeared much to large to be one. He must've been half giant to be that large.
Killer croc pov
He rose slowly, steam curling from his thick, scaled body. The snow melted beneath him. His massive frame cracked the stones underfoot as he stood.
Croc blinked once, twice, his golden reptilian eyes adjusting to the strange, alien light of this world. Above him, no familiar buildings loomed. No smoke-stained Gotham skyline that permanently hung above his head. Just cold peaks and the endless gray canopy of cloud.
He inhaled to smell the world trying to find his bearings —and froze.
No smog that always permeates the world due to the intense pollution. None of that mechanical scent that he has learned to live with.
No what he smell was just the scent of wild. Untouched forest that still thrive , animal musk not ridden with chemicals or domestication it was the smell of the wild , ancient stone, and woodsmoke from distant chimneys.
He wasn't in Gotham anymore this place was too clean to be so.
He wasn't even on Earth the world wasn't polluted enough to be so .
And yet…
A slow grin spread across Croc's jagged face. A sound escaped him, deep and low and thrilled.
"No Batman. No leash. No rules."
He laughed. A full-bellied, monstrous laugh that echoed across the mountains.He was free from that vicious cycle.
Really free from what had held him down to the ground.
No squad for him to be in , no handler to lord over all his actions, no tranquilizers to put him to sleep when he gets to rough.
No Justice League looking down their noses to stop all his actions .
Just a whole new world of prey unespecting prey for him to conquer.
Croc stretched his arms, feeling the fresh tension in his muscles, his scales clicking into place. The air was thinner here, but he liked it. It smelled like true survival.
He wandered down the slope, following the traces of smoke and foot traffic. A dirt path cut through the forest, and soon, he came upon a small camp of hunters packing up their kill.
They saw him approaching from the trees. They screamed frightened by his monsterous appearance.They ran with all their might abandoning all of their possessions.
Croc didn't chase them. He didn't have to. He just laughed again, his claws dragging slow lines in the snow behind him. He didn't want to eat yet.
He wanted to learn anything he can about this strange new world.
He crouched beside their campfire, examined the gear they'd left in panic. Skins, salted meat, a cracked jug of mead, a half-rolled map. He picked it up and examined the marked locations, then sniffed it, as if scent might help him understand the land better than ink.
Looking over the map with his eyes trying to see anything that would called out to him.
Then he spotted it: Riften.
A crudely drawn city icon with the words "don't go" scrawled beside it in panicked script. A city known for lawlessness. A swampy hole, if his memory served. A place where power wasn't enforced by law but by force.
"Perfect," Croc murmured, his grin growing wide with greed.
If there was crime in this world, then there would be infrastructure. There would be connections. And where there were connections, there would be information to used and power to take.
He stood tall grab the map and the other supplies put them in a rucksack and began walking down the trail, claws twitching at his sides.
"Let's see what your worst looks like, Skyrim…"
A raven cawed above him. Snow crunched beneath his feet. A sinister smile curved over his lips as the towering monster disappeared into the fog on the road to Riften.