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big dumb baby dwarf prefers two-handed weapons, thank you very much
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
♥ 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
just out of general curiosity, send me a ♥ if you would consider shipping our muses.
( 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.
( 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.
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
( 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?”
( 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?”
( redlyriium )
‘ uh… the satisfaction of doin’ what’s right and my potential friendship? ‘
“Friendship? You serious?”
“Do I look like someone who makes friends?”
( 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.”
( 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.”
♜
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.
♛ :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?”
♗ :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.”
Ask a Killer
| 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
( 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?”