Not today Justin
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Jules of Nature
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if i look back, i am lost
YOU ARE THE REASON
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we're not kids anymore.
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AnasAbdin
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@chainbreaks-blog
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mostly nature
lak-of-discipline:
my fave
me: has a babyface, rly awkward, probably a yam
my mutuals: glowing, ethereal beings that blind others with their beauty
Unknown World
With a quick nod she closed her eyes for a moment to listen to the sounds of the forest. Not being human did have its advantages and she quickly opened her eyes. Turning her back towards his and drawing her blade Nina looked around. “There is at least 3 if not more, the rush of their footsteps leads me to believe they are not friendly either.”
Fenris doesn’t realize it at first, because while he doesn’t have supersonic
hearing, he certainly has heightened sentences from so many years of
having to think that way. Fenris quickly draws his own blade, eyes scanning
their surroundings until he senses the soldiers. “They are most likely
slavers.”
Hawke had desperately needed the extra rest, but at some point, she would have to get up and go. She dreaded it.
Her drowsy murmur is so soft and slurred that she herself barely understands it, but they slipped our anyway. She wasn’t remotely awake enough to think twice about it. “Live with me.”
Fenris is half asleep when her words come out, so perhaps it was why the
strange feeling of shock was delayed, but when it did come it did all at
once. He turns his head just slightly so that he can see her, the light
blinding him for a single moment. “Live with you...?” he breathes in
response, almost as if he’s in awe.
“How specific,” he muttered sarcastically, feeling an urge to strike Fenris right then so he would be dropped and could make a break for it. That was the most ominous reply he’d ever heard.
Except if he tried to even stand, it would be disastrous. As the heavy clouds above finally cracked open and rain began to pummel down, creating little rivers in the cobblestone of the Hightown street, he fell into a kind of daze. He wasn’t quite asleep; pain kept him awake. But he had lost lucidity.
Fenris does ignore the sarcasm in his comment, but decides that perhaps
he does owe a proper explanation. “I just do not wish to have anyone
overhear. The location is still in Kirkwall, but it is my own choice of hiding.”
He’s not happy about telling him so openly, but Fenris knows it’s better to
do this. The stranger will trust him better this way.
i would like a booty head canon pls sir
Send any of the below and I’ll give detailed descriptions of my Muse’s...
Butt
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(He doesn’t really ??? have much of one. It’s not big or small, it’s average. It’s not a bad butt though, it’s just not super defined or what people would call a “class A ass.” that being said, it’s pretty muscly just like his thighs,,,,so there’s that.)
He looked back behind him and found that they Tevinter soldiers were running after him. Two were mages, one was a warrior and one was an archer. Dorian set a glyph down that would hopefully stun one or two of them back, then continued running, figuring that Fenris would follow.
“Dorian, stop! Your father is worried!” One of them called in Tevene.
“My father can suck an egg!” Dorian called back.
“Wait, that’s Danarius’s pet, isn’t it? The elf with the markings?”
“You will not touch him!” This part was in common tongue, Dorian filled with rage as he lit up a wall of fire behind them.
Fenris immediately feels fear strike in his heart as he hears himself referred
to in such a way. ‘Pet.’ He’d not been called such a thing in so long,
especially now that Danarius was dead. It brought a feeling of disgust in
him, but he didn’t let it overwhelm he. He wasn’t going to let his emotions
compromise him. All he does is run instead, gaze setting on the path before
him.
i’m always gonna have a soft spot for pirate girls
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Hawke takes it as the cue to start walking backwards to the bed, pulling him gently along with her.
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She knew the last time she’d slept so well was the last time Fenris had spent the night with her. Sunlight filtered in through the ratty curtains, but it wasn’t bright enough to rouse her. Marian shifted slightly, only to lay her head more securely against Fenris’s chest.
Well, more so to sprawl herself across him. She tended to sleep in a way that took up as much room and with as little grace as possible.
They must have fallen asleep immediately because Fenris senses sunlight
and Hawke’s movement the next morning, stirring his wake. He felt tired
still, so he pressed his face into the top of her head and into her hair, trying
to secure the bright light of the morn from his sight. He just wasn’t ready for
the next day...not yet.
Koli protested at first, not too keen on being touched, but he knew he had no choice. He let out a small gasp as Fenris jostled his battered body, and when his foot moved even the slightest. But just by holding him, Fenris would be able to feel just how underfed he was. It was hard to tell with his ill fitting clothes, but it was clear he’d been going a long time without adequate meals.
He avoided holding onto Fenris, “Where’re you taking me, ajanabi?” Koli asked, struggling to keep conscious.
Fenris wasn’t usually so familiar with touch himself, especially when his
markings were so freshly used. They were stinging and Fenris contemplated
dropping the other, but he didn’t. Why he was doing this was...something
he didn’t know, but he had to do something. Get him out of Darktown, at
least.
“Away,” is Fenris’ brief answer, frustrated more so by how he recognizes the
language as well. Continuing his trek, Fenris makes his way out of
Darktown and to his mansion. It’s not the safest to bring him there, but
there is nowhere else for him to go.
Thighs/legs
Send any of the below and I’ll give detailed descriptions of my Muse’s...
Thighs
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(Fenris doesn’t have particularly thick or thin thighs, he’s somewhere in the middle. They are defined in muscle far more than fat, in fact there’s quite the extensive lack of fat and it’s almost completely muscle. They are attractive to say the least.)
Legs
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(Fenris has really long, nice legs. They look like they can go on for miles and it certainly doesn’t help with the leggings that he’s always wearing. It’s almost like he’s blissfully unaware of how nice they are.)
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