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Dragon Age: Inquisition + Dragons

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by EGG LW

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[ hhislast​ ]

All who truly could bear the title of assassin were capable of scaling walls and flying over rooftops, crows on the wing, running down their prey and claiming their kill.

He was pretty sure they weren’t meant to scale cliffsides. 

Not me at any rate, Zevran thought to himself as he reached for another handhold, gritting his teeth. Frankly speaking, however, he had gotten himself into this situation; he had dropped his dagger, it had skittered away and fallen from the side of the cliff. Thankfully it had landed on an outcropping of rock, not too far away, and Zevran had figured that well, it wasn’t much of a descent.

He had immediately regretted the decision as soon as he had looked up to go back the way he came. But now, an hour later, he was finally heaving himself back up onto the path, and once on solid ground he lay there for a moment, out of breath. Sundermount was an unforgiving lump of rock.

[hislast]

Sundermount may have been prosaic with a bloody history, but it makes for excellent hunting grounds. When the rest of the mountainous terrain of Vimmark is quiet, Sundermount and the immediate area was unusually ripe with all sorts of smaller creatures to find. Certainly, it had its flaws; raiders and dens of vicious apostates holed up in the many cavernous retreats that dot the mountainside, for one. The clan of Dalish elves at the foot were not a threat to Erebos, but it made for hunting near the base of the mountain more difficult.

Little things. 

Erebos scales the Northern face of the mountain with ease, great wings cleaving the air and wicked talons following suit to grasp at the heavens. A shrill scream is wrenched from syrinx and widespread vision can pinpoint the approaching thunderstorm from the distant horizon. 

The griffon dives, spirals to the surface of the mountain and darts away again at the last moment. The second time he does it, an unfamiliar scent over the ridge yields possible victory. It’s a small deformation of rock--maybe an extra ten feet tall, but if he aimed it right he could take whatever is on the other side by complete surprise.

The griffon flattens himself to the wind to maximize aerodynamicy for a stealthy approach and sails over the ridge.

[hislast]

I’ve been up for fifteen and a half hours so I’m gonna jump to bed. I do have 1 draft (for crowblooded), which I will get to as soon as I wake up! ♥♥♥ I’m super excited to be back on this blog!

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Difficult is it to gain proper footing on the balcony, the creature having to fold his wings tightly once he's certain his claws will hold. It's an awkward position clinging to the railing, but he is far from picky. The Dalish seems to accept his gift--an achievement that has Erebos puffing up proudly, feathers spiking.

Head pats are accepted with some caution. He can sense the magic on her, and he is not so young that he is ignorant to the power that mages hold. T'is unfortunate, but many an apostate have tried in vain to kill him for his feathers and pelt. His foresight makes for good practice. Nary a threat is found to snuffling beak, strong avian eyes of golden luster do soften and his forehead is pressed more firmly to her hand.

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officialvarrictethras asked:

okay but Blackwall finding a nest with a hatching griffon egg? o3o

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thxwarden replied to your post:Casually updates theme.

w hispers my screen resolution makes everything kinda misplaced an d i cry because it’s so pretty tho

sCREEEE THANK YUO FRIEND DSKSAASDISASAIOAS!

I'm not quite done adjusting it yet so maybe it'll fit a bit better after I mess with it! Thank yuo so much though i M cRIYNG

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Casually updates theme.

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ooc// This is random probably because we never talked but I always hoped you'd come back, I was excited about the idea of your blog here. But either way, welcome back of you do stay uvu

YELLS.

THANK YOU SO MUCH, FRIEND. It’s so good to be back!! I didn’t think anybody would remember me though om g. ;u;’’! Let me just hold u bc ur so precious thank you so much cRIES

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Beep boop. 

    sneep snop.

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Can I get a griffon as a mount/companion for my warden? no? then I give him one here o/

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There was a stranger in his skies. 

He could see him from below, a flash of white among the layers upon layers of overcast clouds. He’d been watching him for a while, his feelings mixed between territorial suspicion and youthful fascination. But this was tiring. His neck was starting to hurt.

And he hungered to know.

Violet eyes flashed, narrowing as the drake pushed himself to his feet, standing onto his hind legs. His nostrils flared, drinking in the moist air around him in great sniffs, catching the scent. A primal instinct to hunt swelled inside him as he spread his vast, colorful wings, and pushed into the skies.

[hislast]

DOOM, fear---- the sudden, very REAL possibility of DEATH that shakes him to his very CORE. Like birds and other ANIMALS, the griffon is born  with the instinct to SENSE impending DANGER. That, and along with  excellent EYESIGHT and hearing, the DRAKE can be spotted from MILES away.  Erebos is BIG, but he does not  compare to the BULK and mass that is a DRAGON. Thus, if it truly means to HUNT him, he will have to rely on the ADVANTAGE of his smaller SIZE and greater MANEUVERABILITY.  A SCREAMING cry permeates the AIR, perhaps some sort of WARNING to keep its distance or leave him BE if it means to APPROACH.

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King of the Rock by theatrenewt

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A COMMANDMENT; smooth, slow, SIMPLE, uttered gruffly between superior and SUBORDINATE. It takes flight, AIDED by a light, AIRY breeze and is carried PAST Erebos' ATTENTION. It is DIFFICULT to hold the great GRIFFON'S eye  unless that of which it SPIES  truly is so INTERESTING. The EXCEPTION, of course,     is ARMOR. Like a MAGPIE drawn to  shiny OBJECTS, Erebos DIVES from his careful GLIDE, screeching like a HAWK would as it CIRCLED its meal.  The very earth BENEATH SHAKES as he lands,  MASSIVE wings TREMBLING once, twice, and THREE  times before FOLDING  and PINNING to the creature's BACK.  Perhaps he is NAIVE  to think that SUCH a SUDDEN and OPEN  entrance would be  WELCOMED, but when the DISTRACTION takes him, it is ALL he can  think ABOUT. The griffon TROTS happily around Alistair, seemingly CONVERSING with HIMSELF through several TRILLING noises accompanied BY CLACKING of his beak.  DESPITE being such an intelligent, BEAUTIFUL and REGAL animal, he does possess the BASE INSTINCT of what he CONSISTS of.         ACCORDINGLY,        Erebos does try and        pick at the other's armor.