I Don't Want To Think About It Now || Fenris and Tara
The wilds were always more quiet then the cities, Tara preferred it. Ever since she'd laid Callum to rest in a funeral pyre that would have made her father proud she hadn't thought much of returning to Ferelden. Though the Blight was passing over, things were changing, she didn't want to go back. Her heart hurt, burning with anger and pain. Losing the Wardens and her brother had been more than the young rogue could bear.
Tipping her head back blue eyes scanned the night sky, catching a shooting star blazing across the sky. But the calm of the night was broken by the sound of skittering brush and footfall. Turning the dark haired warden scanned the dark-- her fire had been pout out hours ago it was just her and the stars. Or so she'd thought.
Reaching for her daggers, Tara wrapped her fingers around the woven leather hilt of both getting off her bedroll slowly. Whoever it was out there, man or beast would be dealt with.
"Stop slave!"
Andraste's Tits.
"Stop where you are! You're surrounded."
Really? She would have kept running too. Frowning she moved quickly bare feet barely touching the ground as she moved for the scene, it wasn't too far from her camp if they'd gone too far to the west they would have been walking right over her. Slavers? She didn't abide by the Templars in most cases but slavers? That was something she'd never been able to abide.
Her eyes caught the form of the man they were after, he was tall for an elf, she noticed that first off. And when they struck he fought back. Alright, that she could work with. Taking her time Tara threw one of her daggers into one of the men's shoulder blade fully intending on getting it back once the battle was over. She shouldn't have jumped in. But the anger she was feeling, about Duncan, about her brother, about everyone she'd loved that had died in that battle came at her full force.
She wasn't' stopping until every single one of them bled.
