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@drackonfyre
THE GUARDIAN OF MYTHAL
Holy water cannot help you now, Thousand armies couldn't keep me out. I don't want your money, I don't want your crown; See, I've come to burn your kingdom down.
The Guardian of Mythal. Independent Dragon OC. As told by Vex.
CARRD. MEMES. HEADCANONS. SPOTIFY.
I'm placing Vare on a mini hiatus since school is bullying me and her muse is pretty low. I can still be found primarily on @knivesfirst and also disc.ord !
Hey all! Sorry for the dip in activity, school has been rowdy lately. Hopefully things will be back to normal soon!
i dont have “delusions of grandeur” i AM grand and powerful and very, very sexy and you all just have to accept that
Sera had no idea how much power she held.
A loaded declaration. The thought meant more each time Solas had it. In this instance, Sera had been blabbing about news at Skyhold when that feeling struck him. Solas was busy, near constantly at the Inquisitor's side, on most, if not all, quests. Naturally, news of arrivals and recruits, as numerous as they were, failed to reach his ears. So, Sera's crude description of a woman who was "hot, for an elf" and "scary, for an elf" who could also "turn into a frikkin' dragon" was the first Solas heard of this.
Those descriptions alone were enough to catch his breathing in his throat. Then came her clarification. This was a dragon who could turn into an elf. Sera thought it "lame" but Solas heartbeat quickened pace. In all of the history Solas knew, only one dragon could ever take elven form.
"Varewyn."
After Sera had said her piece, everything was a blur. Whatever missions they did, whatever people they saved, whatever people they killed? Solas retained none of it. Only one thing was on his mind.
Since then, Solas had been in a daze that was leading him here. Standing in a tower in Skyhold, staring at an old friend he thought he'd never see again. Emotion filled his chest, competing for space with his breathing. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. His next words were a whisper-- "It's really you." // @drackonfyre
In the beginning, Varewyn had spent the vast majority of her time in and around the tower she had claimed. The nearly ruined structure had become a sanctuary to both her and the people of Skyhold. She'd arrived not long after the destruction of Haven; the trauma of it still weighed heavy in hearts and minds. Varewyn kept herself scarce so as not to disrupt the peace she was aware of what her presence could do to the people.
She had always been met with leery glances and distrustful whispers. Dragons, in general, were both villainized and victimized throughout history; the idea of one being SENTIENT made people uncomfortable. Having one close often meant safety was at risk.
Despite her self imposed isolation (greatly supported by Cullen, unsurprisingly), she did not stay ignorant to the inner workings of the organization. She had heard idle gossip about the Inquisitor and their companions. Very few of the rumors she'd heard interested her, certainly not talk of a simple elven apostate.
Until that elven apostate stood before her, her name falling from his lips, the sound echoing through her memories. His voice so familiar, one she'd imagine had long faded from this world.
She's stunned into silence, stunned into inaction (both very rare for her character) as his arms wrap around her and squeeze. The sensation is trapping, unfamiliar, how long had it been since she'd last been embraced ? Truly embraced ?
❝ You're alive. ❞
Eventually, the dragon wraps her slender arms around his torso with crushing force. She buries her face into the crook of his shoulder and just lingers there, savoring the reunion. She had been alone for so long. After a while she raises her head to gaze into his eyes - her own confused and searching.
❝ HOW ? ❞
Since activity on Varewyn is fairly low, I'd like to open up Dis.cord for roleplaying with her. It'll help me get her voice back.
Feel free to add me! BardicMenace#9485
Because I am not the type of person someone falls in love with.
Starter Call for @drackonfyre
The battle between the Inquisitor and the Chantry Sisters resident at Skyhold was well known at this point. Their constant denial of being the Herald of anything notwithstanding, the Inquisitor had made a point of praying to their own Gods any chance they got - and the Sisters had made a point of trying to stop it. And so the shrine-hopping game began. The Inquisitor would set up a place to pray and the Sisters would dismantle it, only for Atreion to find newer, more difficult places to hide it. With neither side willing to back down the frustration only grew, and it was only a matter of time before their hot-tempered leader exploded.
Not yet, though. Today the shrine was a sanctuary from it all. Away from the world in a disused tower, ivy and moss covering the cracked stone, it felt like a different world than the one in the court below. The Inquisitor's face was smoothed of all trouble, kneeling quiet and at peace before an earthen bowl of incense. For a moment, he looked frozen in time, and then a pebble skittered across the floor and he whipped around, temper blazing before anyone could even speak.
"Dhava 'ma masa, you interfering old fucking bint, I warned you what would happen if I caught you--" The Inquisitor stopped mid-tirade, eyebrows raised at the sight of her. "Oh." They said somewhat foolishly, and with no Sisters to confront they visibly deflated. "It's just you. Ir abelas, I, ah... thought you were someone else."
❝ Just me ? ❞
Varewyn has to hold back a smirk - instead she contorts her face into a mask of feigned OFFENSE. Hand flies to her chest, clutching at the material of her dress, while she simply shakes her head in disapproval. Oh how she loved jesting and teasing those around her; poking and prodding and antagonizing. It was a game to her. Atreion simply had the misfortune of becoming her latest victim.
❝ You're lucky I like you, Atreion. ❞
Their name falls from her tongue like poison - sharp, deadly. But she relents from her games and allows her lips to curl into a wicked grin. Her head cants to the right in curiosity, her eyes immediately drawn to the shrine they knelt before. The sight causes her to draw in a quick breath; it triggers memories of the days of old, it forces her to think about all that has been lost.
❝ I once had the privilege of witnessing and conversing with the elves of old. They were marvelous. ❞
My apology but simply cant work more with this one - I have a lot to finish up in a reasonable time on my plate so hope you still can treasure this as a little gift for you theguardiian !
Moment of the rising newborn dragon in servitude of Mythal herself as Her Guardian, a deadly but majestic creature of the skies. Before the times we can remember -
i killed you once in a daydream.
@manneatcr liked for a starter ♔
Varewyn had become accustomed to spending the vast majority of her time alone - partially due to her solitary nature, and partially due to her more beastly nature. Her every move was met by curious glances and HUSHED whispers to one another. So many didn't believe that she was truly a dragon; others were simply too afraid to believe. They clung to normalcy amidst the tide of uncertainty that threatened to drown the Inquisition. Varewyn disrupted their sense of peace.
Loneliness and boredom did, however, tend to gnaw away at her bones, and after a while she simply could no longer bury her urge for companionship. Damaris seemed to be one of the few that didn't coil away in fear, though Varewyn couldn't tell whether or not she liked that fact.
It was by no accident that they crossed paths in the main courtyard of Skyhold. The dragon offered a gentle smile (so rare for her) as she approached the other woman.
❝ DAMARIS. I thought I might ask for your company today. ❞
@xfindingtrouble liked for a starter ( for Ellis ! )
The dragon had spent much of her time at Skyhold simply observing. The Inquisition had quite the menagerie of individuals - so many stories, both so very tragic and horribly INCONSEQUENTIAL, all woven into one forceful tapestry. She enjoyed her silent observations greatly, though her curiosity for a single individual was often snuffed out shortly after initially catching. That is, until Ellis arrived.
She intended to corner him that day - she had questions, and was quite impatient for the answers. It was in the library that Varewyn finally managed to track him down and, hopefully, steal his attention from whatever plans he had.
❝ The HERO of Ferelden. Warden Commander. How does it feel to be back in the thick of it ? ❞
my favorite trope is when someone believes they’re hard to love and someone who loves them like it’s breathing.
@drackonfyre || LIKED for a STARTER
He knows not how he has gotten so far from his clan, he knows not that the weather upon the horizon through the thick line of trees nor the pending drop in temperature. All he knew was that he had been walking for some few hours in an attempt to track a heard of deer but had failed miserably once more, and now? Now his chest pain grew worse and his head grew heavier-
Finally does he relent, does he sit himself down within the lush grass and mossy outcrops; legs outstretched and head leaning against the curve of a rock. Exhaustion made him feel sick, the immensity of it far worse than his own comprehension but for a moment - just one - does he lay there peacefully and simply listen to the wildlife surrounding.
'T is with a start that he wakes, mind reeling and heart thumping - only to witness darkness surrounding. While he dozed the sun had set, leaving him vulnerable in the width of the outdoors - eyes darting left to right in order to focus only to find himself all the more disorientated.
Moreso when the sounds of movement caught within his long ears;
".....who's there-?" His voice, uncertain, sounded out and with a steady hand did he reach for his bow. "Show yourself or I'll fuckin' find you--!"
'I'll fuckin' find you.' The threat draws a great, bellowing laughter from the dragon as she steps out from her hiding place within the shadows. She doesn't bother to hide her presence now, pays no mind to keeping her footfalls silent. She hadn't intended to sneak up upon this stranger - a simple walk through the woods to remove herself from the bustle of Skyhold had lead her here. But finding the elf alone was a CURIOSITY she simply couldn't ignore.
❝ What exactly do you intend to do with that ? ❞
She fixes her unnatural gaze to the bow that the other was quickly reaching for. Perhaps she should be concerned - after all, an arrow to the chest would not be very comfortable. She'd shake it off, return to her true form to heal, and be DONE with the ordeal within days. But that was a scenario she wished to avoid; conflict was not at the forefront of her mind at that particular moment.
A few silent, stalking steps are taken towards the elf as the beginnings of a flame dance across the dragon's fingertips. Better safe than sorry - a small threat promise of her own.
❝ And what do you think you'll do now that you've "found me" ? ❞
@dalishflame liked for a starter !
Varewyn had grown increasingly restless as the weeks since her arrival passed. The "elf" absolutely ached to stretch her wings, to take a momentary break from her mortal disguise and allow herself to simply be herself. It was no secret that her magic was greater than most beings, but that did not save her from growing TIRED - mentally, at least. A dragon was a dragon, and one can only keep a beast locked away within stone walls for so long.
Despite the primal urges that raged within her chest, she was not foolish enough to simply allow herself such freedom. While she did not witness the events firsthand, Varewyn was EMPATHETIC to those that survived Haven. She, admittedly, had played such villainous role more times than she could remember. She would not terrify these people further.
It took a moment to locate the Inquisitor - something that came of no surprise to her. They were in constant demand, being pulled in every direction, petitioned by all that could gain access. She didn't need much of their time; her quest had LITTLE to do with Atreion. But that wouldn't stop her from inviting them along for the journey.
❝ Inquisitor - if I may steal you for a moment ? ❞
@stcrforged liked for a starter ( for Varric ! )
It was late in the evening when Varewyn found Varric, alone in the main chamber, the air quiet save for the crackling of a fire. The dragon had found him curious - though the Inquisition had quite the TALENT for finding curious individuals. She had felt such a myriad of emotions since joining their ranks: sadness, nostalgia, anger... but boredom ? NEVER.
❝ In my experience, it is the story tellers that have the most INTERESTING stories. And I'm not talking about the one's you've written, nor the ones about others. ❞
She takes the opportunity to steal his attention from whatever books he had around him, sauntering over to lounge across the chair closest to him. Unnatural gaze is pinned to him - searching, studying, scrutinizing.
❝ Tell me, Varric, how heavy is the burden of your own story ? ❞
