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[legixnnaire]

big dumb baby dwarf prefers two-handed weapons, thank you very much

[legixnnaire]

bloodimagery replied to your post:♥ tBH (i will be hiding in the pit if you need...

//also she’s !! taller than him !? i’m crying.

dO U KNOW HOW HAPPY THIS REVELATION MAKES ME

[legixnnaire]

♥ tBH (i will be hiding in the pit if you need anything)

just out of general curiosity, send me a ♥ if you would consider shipping our muses. 

tbH THIS WOULD BE PRESH AF

[lyriumwclf]

just out of general curiosity, send me a ♥ if you would consider shipping our muses.

[legixnnaire]

        ( littletevinterwolf )

As if prompted, green eyes shifted to the tattoo. An unnamed unpleasant  sensation  ignited  his  insides  at  the  sight of it. 

His Little Wolf —-

         ❛ —- Fenris. I appreciate your help back there. ❜ 

“Yeah, you too.” It wasn’t often that Ayla complimented elves, but this one deserved it. This one could fight. “Soddin’ strong, you are.”

Adrenaline pounded through Ayla’s veins, heightening her senses, making her hyper-aware of everything about the elf in front of her. Even his discomfort at seeing her wolf tattoo.

She frowned, but made no comment. Maybe he just hated dogs.

But then he announced his name as Fenris, which made her squint at him and place a bloodied hand on her hip. “Fenris, yeah?” She tilted her head. “Don’t that mean wolf?”

That couldn’t be a coincidence.

[legixnnaire]

        ( littletevinterwolf )

        ❛ —- Uh… I didn’t get your name. ❜

“That’s because I didn’t give it.”

She tilted her head to reveal the wolf tattooed on her neck and surveyed him for a long moment. He must’ve passed her cursory inspection, because after a few seconds she let out a breath and said, “Ayla. Name’s Ayla.”

He’d fought hard enough to earn more than her moniker.

[ashstained-blog]

                                great heroes   often carry   the greatest regrets. they lie buried in the     sand                                 with   the   bones     and   broken blades – hidden… forgotten. i had many                                                          stories to pass on, but only ONE is known.

                                THEDAS | BIOGRAPHY | MESSAGE | WAR TABLE

[legixnnaire]

        ( redlyriium )

                    ‘ an’ what, I do? c’mon now. what part gave you                       that opinion. was it the bein’ a former tempar or                       the lyrium addiction? I mean, either way. ‘

   She wrinkles her nose at him. “Y’know, between   the two of us, we got a lotta ‘x’ in our names ...    Ex-Templar, Ex-Legionnaire ... ”

  “What you get booted for? You get betrayed, too?”

[legixnnaire]

        ( ashstained )

                                   ❛– Yes, a  frilly advisor of  mine  told me                                     that courtesies always won over hearts.❜

                     Hands  moved to  clasp behind  his back, lips already pressed into a                      flat line that could go on for MILES. From the woman’s steel tongue,                      he  immediately  knew  that  he’d  have his  hands  full – not that he                      minded; in fact, he loved the challenge it brought.

                            ❛Of  course  we   aren’t friends… I  only  give                              that privilege out to people who EARNED it.❜

                     Every  single noble he  had to  welcome  into Skyhold wore masks                      he got  used  to back  in  Ostwick. The ability of not giving a flying                      fuck was  taught by  his mother – the ONLY good thing that came                      from  that old  broodmother. He’d  zone out every time someone                      would  talk about the  grandeur of Skyhold’s  main hall & how they                      would become great friends in the future. Great? He had far more                      important things on his plate than SMALL TALK.

                          ❛Then I’ll  await  seeing your prowess on the                            battle ground and hope that the blood dripping                            from your blade tells me enough.❜

      “Trouble with that is, I haven’t got a heart.” Ayla shook herself out,       the fur of her wolf pelt waving in the wind as she glanced over her       shoulder. “Got a sword though, and that’s at least as good.”

      She glanced back over at the Inquisitor, studying him with the shrewd       expression of a killer surveying another killer and wondering who would       come out alive if they were to ever fight. Something about him must’ve       earned a slight bit of approval, though, because after a couple seconds       of scrutiny she drew back and let out a slight huff.

      Perhaps the surface wasn’t so doomed after all.

      “If my bloody blade ain’t enough to get your attention, meet me on the training       ground. Can’t kill you, ‘cuz you’re my boss, but that don’t mean I can’t make       you bleed a little, right?”

[legixnnaire]

        ( redlyriium )

                    ‘ uh… the satisfaction of doin’ what’s right                               and my potential friendship? ‘

   “Friendship? You serious?” 

      “Do I look like someone         who makes friends?”

[legixnnaire]

        ( ashstained )

                   He  found  himself  with a  sudden  lack  of  skill  required for                    this   situation  ; knowledge  was  pursued  feverishly, almost                    savagely, in  an  eternal  quest  to   prove   everyone around                    him  wrong.  The  Inquisitor LOATHED courtesies  that were                    not   earned  &  still  could  not  get  used  to saying my lord                    or  your grace  when   nobility made   their  pilgrimage to the                    loft  heights of  Skyhold. Back  straightened,  mind & tongue                    steeled, jaw set for whomever he had to greet today.

                                         This one was no noble, however. Mayhaps                                              the day played in his favor – for once.

                                  ❛Skyhold  welcomes  all who are  willing to combat                                     this – Corypheus, no matter  their rank and race.❜

      The last thing Ayla was expecting was a personal greeting       from the Inquisitor himself, let alone one so  ...  courteous.       But all his welcoming words did was make her scowl and       tilt her head up at him, clearly unimpressed.       She did not respect the Inquisitor; that much was clear. She       did not respect him, and she highly doubted he respected her,       not when he’d never seen her fight.

      “Did some frilly advisor tell you to say that?” Her voice was as       hard as the Stone she came from. “If so, you can cut the fancy       shit and stop pretending like we’re friends ‘cuz we’re not. We’re       warriors; we ain’t friends until we bleed together on the field.”

[legixnnaire]

        ( littletevinterwolf )

         ❛ —- If you knew  what  consequences  possessing          this ability held, you would not be so enthusiastic. ❜

“When it comes to ripping people’s hearts out, I’m always enthusiastic.”

“Eh, suppose it don’t really matter. Cutting ‘em out works just as well.”

[legixnnaire]

♜

ask a killer

♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions

First comes the elation of knowing her enemy lies dead or dying at her feet.

Second comes the pride of bringing down such a mighty foe.

Third comes the comfort of remembering she still has worth.

Fourth comes the pain from her cuts and her bruises.

And last comes the emptiness when she realizes that she’s still alive.

[legixnnaire]

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

ask a killer

♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided

“I don’t provide mercy. Ever.”

“Did my ma get mercy? No. ‘Cuz the world don’t care about mercy. And if the world don’t care about mercy, then why the fuck should I?”

[legixnnaire]

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

ask a killer

♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about

“Killed an ogre by myself, once.”

“Let me tell you, those fuckers’re hard to bring down. Got three broken ribs for my trouble and more’n a few bruises too, but it was worth it. The Legion took care of me until I was ready to go. They didn’t have to, but they did.”

She shakes her head and looks away. “The stupid sods.”

[vezely-a]

Ask a Killer

[legixnnaire]

| Heroes or Villains, Killing May Be Relative |

♔ :First kill ♕ :Last kill ♖ :A kill you regret ♗ :A kill you have been known to boast about ♘ :How you prefer to kill someone ♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name ♚ :A time when you showed mercy ♛ :A time when mercy was requested but not provided ♜ :Post-kill actions, thoughts, or emotions ♝ :Ever killed for sport? ♞ :Define a good kill ♟ :A close call to being killed yourself 

[legixnnaire]

        ( redlyriium )

                    ‘ well, I mean… —- I’m not really important.                       don’t even worry ‘bout it, matter of fact. I’ll                       just be on my way, if the Templars ask, you                       didn’t even see me. ‘

   “And why would I do     a thing like that?”

   “What’s in it for me?     What’ve I got to gain     from saving your ass?”