So I was out exploring new points and OH NO ELDER DRAGON ATTACK. I'm level 40 so I get to deal with really tough assholes now, but that's what happens when you are wearing dragonscale and carrying an ebony bow(faultless). So I use some good potions and whittle the fucker down to 45% health, right before his wings should clip and he FLIES AWAY. So I'm sprinting after him and screaming as his mini map dot begins to fade because I hate wasting potions for no kill. I swear I will track him down at his fucking Dragon Skull and ruin him. He completely leaves the screen and the mini-map and the boss music fades.
But I've followed him far enough to discover a new spot, a big ass Forsworn camp, and I hit ctrl to begin the delicious process of removing all of their throats. That's when some music kicks in and I hear something breathing and there's a big black shape directly above me in my field of vision.
The dragon had flown back soundlessly and landed directly behind me, actually looming over me.
And after stabbing him a thousand times for the finish, our fight alerted the entire Forsworn camp to my presence so I had to fight 6 medium-to-hard toughness assholes and a few mooks at the same time while screaming about fucking dragons.
i am the dragonborn, savior of skyrim.