#fenris001

[avariciouslust]

@lyriumphantom

{ ✂~ }       And back to his favourite thing to do. Swing via his legs on a fire escape, frightening anyone who approached with inappropriate comments. Some people would walk past and the executioner would growl down or make suggestive advances, most were very likely met with “Fuck off!” or childish and womanly screaming. Most of the responses being ones that Gunji would enjoy hearing, nonetheless. 

But one small individual made his way down, and let’s just say his appearance was more than enough to pique Gunji’s interests. And sadly, his insults.

Hopping down from his hiding place, the executioner called out to the young male who had only previously walked in the place he had been standing in. With no hesitation, the blond called out, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips.

    “Oi! Fetish material! I think ya’ left your chains behind you somewhere!” Snorting to himself for a moment, Gunji couldn’t hold himself back. “Where’s your master, kid? Can’t be goin’ around without a daddy now, can ya~?”

[rivainiduelist-blog]

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      She’d woken up in more compromising situations, that was a given, but this was just plain weird. 

Isabela found herself on a comfortable bed, surrounded by items that looked familiar, and some that were not. The room smelled clean, unlike her given room in the Hanged Man back in Kirkwall, and some of the other places she was used to staying in after a night of drinks and flirting. In fact, this was one of the best circumstances she’d woken up in that she wasn’t familiar with. Turning over to see if there was a fancy, good looking other in bed with her, a frown of disappointment flashed across her features as there lay no one there. 

But disappointment soon turned into confusion as the magical box before her started speaking. Perhaps that guy was the one she’d be looking for-

Wait. Social experiment? So this room was to be hers?

Not that she was complaining much, though, there could be infinite amounts of treasures right before her very eyes, this magical box that spoke to her being one of them! However, she needed to get used to her surroundings. This place certainly wasn’t Kirkwall, it wasn’t even Thedas at this point! Swinging her legs around to slide off the side of the bed, she went to reach for her weapons, though what she thought were her weapons, only to find her beloved Heartbreaker and Backstabber replaced with wooden copies. 

      “You’re kidding me.” 

Heaving a heavy sigh after cursing breifly to herself, she placed the weapons on their place at her back, glancing around the room once more before leaving these set of apartments. Taking her sweet time to look at the huge buildings, the rogue couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed, and that was a feat for Isabela. Turning multiple corners, she tried to map things out in her mind, but only found herself working into a bigger confusion. However, on looking up from the road, a familiar face caught her eye.

     “Fenris?” She questioned to herself more so, and as she drew closer, the recognition was starting to sink in. That broody pose, that demeanor. Yes, it had to be! Setting off at the slightest jog, relief filtered over her as she wrapped her arms around the elf, squeezing him slightly as she’d done so. 

      “Fenris! Thank Andraste and her underwear that you’re here!” Was the first thing she exclaimed with a chime to her voice. Hopefully the other was just as pleased to see her. Well, she could hope.

[thelittlestmanakete]

One of a Kind? [Closed/Fenris]

She had been stalking the man for the better part of the morning. 

It wasn't as if it was of malicious intent, she clarified to herself as she ducked behind a cart, trying to keep out of his vision. It was just until she could work up the courage to speak to him. Especially if his ears meant he was one of them too. She hadn't seen another Manakete in over six hundred years, and to spot one here of all places was incredibly exciting. 

And nerve wracking. 

What if he hated her? What if she made a fool of herself? 

She glanced down to the sweet rolls in her hands. She had pilfered them twelve stalls back in hopes of using them as an icebreaker to smooth over the fact she had been following him for over an hour. 

Hi, I'm sorry I've been stalking you, but guess what, I'm a dragon too!

Nowi shook her head with a snort. That wouldn't work. She'd have to be more adult like. After all. He was a Manakete. 

And in a bout of surprising maturity and confidence, the little manakete slid out from her hiding spot and walked right up to the tall silver haired man. "Um, Hello there."

"It's really amazing to see another Manakete around." Her long ears twitched as she gave a soft laugh and a bright smile up to him. "My name is Nowi, what's yours?"

She hesitated briefly before offering one of the sweet rolls to him. "Would you like one?"