what initially gave u the idea to make wysira? danny? puttin a furry in the fic u fucc?
tori is this u.
well danny was made by @werewolfmemes [she’s more active, art wise, on her deviant art which is werewolfbeans], so I can’t take credit for them.
for wysira, i made her because i wanted to do something REALLY out of the box for an “oc in thedas” fic. most modern girl in thedas fics are your usual young woman who’s played the games and knows everything about it. no combat experience and being like “what the fuck is going on”.
as i love making non-human characters, i wanted to make a non-human character to go into thedas. i wanted an older woman [she’s considered older middle age/kinda elderly in her culture] who was a warrior in her youth. i wanted someone who could settle into the role confidently, but not to the point she’s accepting of everything that’s happening.
there’s still culture shock and racism/prejudice. there’s still a lot of issues going on.
with how danny came into the picture, tori [werewolfmemes] and i rp a lot of our ocs, and we ended up putting wysira and danny together in our own universe that we’ve developed over the years. i ended up loving them together so much that it just... felt wrong not having danny and wysira together.
and i already figured “i have one non-human in here, why not have another?” because interdimensional travel is more likely than you think, in Wysira’s universe.
People don’t ACTIVELY do it too often, but it’s a thing. usually because its a Really Big Fucking Blunder.
YEAH I KNOW IT AIN’T SATURDAY but it’s been so long without an update I can break the rules.
I finally forced myself to sit down and at least finish chapter 5. Not as long as some previous chapters, but I was getting sick of looking at it and wanted to do it before I DELETED IT like I was tempted to.
Read on Ao3!
Going straight from a Mage’s Gala to a dark back alley is a big step, and not one Wysira intended to take tonight. This mysterious “Red Jenny” left messages, telling her to be here tonight after “Fancy Pants’” party. Wysira still did not appreciate arrows shot at her, and having to hunt all over the shopping area of Orlais to find these messages. Whoever this Jenny was, she certainly wasn’t one for making things easy.
The fireball that was fired at her face REALLY made her regret coming out here.
“Herald of Andraste! How much did you expend to discover me, I wonder? The Inquisition must be weakened from this,” a man laughed, a cocky grin partially hidden by his mask. Wysira stared at the man dumbly, ears twitching in thought. She glanced at Cassandra, who just… shrugged. Thank the Creator- Wysira wasn’t left out of any loop. This man was just stupid.
“And you are…?” The man laughed, making Wysira rub her forehead. What was it about these people that just… made them so stupid? Was all of Orlais like this? If so, Wysira really wants to go back to Ferelden. At least people there weren’t complete morons.
Oh… he was STILL talking. Great.
Her ears twitched as she caught the quiet sound of footsteps- not of this buffoon’s guards, but of someone lurking in the shadows. Solas heard it as well, as she caught him glancing towards where the footsteps were coming from. Mr. Asshole turned his head, the group spotting a small elf with a bow.
“Just say ‘what’,” she grinned. The man uttered a “what-”, then an arrow pierced through his skull. He was dead before he hit the ground. The new woman let out a disgusted noise, before coming over to the dead body.
“Squishy one, but you heard me, right,” she asked, prodding the corpse with her foot. “Just say ‘what’- rich tits always try for more than they deserve”. She reached down, grasping the shaft of the arrow.
“Blah, blah, blah,” she said, grunting out the last word as she yanked the arrow out. “Obey me! Arrow in my face!” She stowed the arrow back in her quiver. “So, you followed the notes well enough. Glad to see you’re…” She trailed off, eyes raking up the nearly seven foot tall woman in front of her. The elf felt her cheeks darken, and her ears perked up.
“You’re well fit,” she sighed dreamingly. Wysira let out a small chuckle, making Sera clear her throat and shake her head a bit. Focus, Sera, you got an Inquisitor to recruit.
“Eh… heard about ya being all… demony- expected more… purple fire and less clothes”. “You’re honest, at least. I like that,” Wysira laughed. Sera waved her hands around slightly, as if clearing the conversation.
“I mean, it’s all good- I think. The important thing is: you glow? You’re the Herald thingy, right?” Oh… this woman was adorable. Wysira’s definitely going to have fun with her. She smiled.
“I do “glow”, I suppose- and yes, people assume I’m the Herald of Andraste”. She REALLY hopes she remembers the name, this time. Last time, she accidentally said “Anstarta” and people got very angry.
Cassandra didn’t correct her, or scoff, so she assumes she got it right.
“The question of who you are, and what all this is, still stands,” The Succubus crossed her arms as Sera looked down at the dead body. The elf shrugged, bringing her hands up as she did so.
“No idea- don’t know this idiot from manners. My people just said the Inquisition should look into it”. Wysira rose a brow. She asked if Sera meant other Elves. Sera shook her head. Ears twitching, she heard the asshole’s guards running in. She pulled her bow back out.
“Name’s Sera,” she laughed, pointing to a large crate. “This is cover. Get ‘round it. Don’t worry- someone tipped me of the reinforcements’ shipment”. She grinned wide as half naked guards ran into the area. Sera cackled.
“THEY’VE GOT NO BREECHES!”
“Why didn’t you take their weapons,” Wysira yelled, pulling out her own sword. Sera shrieked with laughter, asking where the fun was in that. Wysira looked at the tiny elf from across the impromptu battlefield, seeing her grin and cackle as she kicked some poor man in the dick. The moonlight made her blonde hair shine just as brightly as her eyes. Wysira couldn’t help but smirk to herself. Oh, she had to have this little cutie at her side.
“You’re hired, Sera! I want you in Haven after this is over!” The elf let out a whooping “WOO-HOO”, shooting a perfectly-aimed arrow through a man’s eye socket.
“Are you sure that’s wise, Herald,” Cassandra asked quietly. Wysira shot her a smug grin.
“Let me have a chance at SOME fun, Cassandra. I’d like some women around that aren’t complete prudes,” she laughed, missing Cassandra's offended look as she stabbed a man through the gut. Varric barked out a laugh, only to grunt as the Seeker elbowed him out of the way of an arrow. He continued to snicker, knowing he’d hear it from miss Pentaghast, later.
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Sera met them back at Haven, as promised. Wysira managed to greet her on the way to the Chantry, promising to talk to her properly after her meeting.
Josephine caught her and Cassandra on the way through the doors, expressing her relief that they returned quickly- and safely. Leliana and Cullen made their way over, as well. Cullen let out an angry huff.
“It’s a shame the Templars have abandoned their senses, as well as the Capital”. Wysira snorted slightly, pulling her hair back out of her face as she began to talk.
“At least we did something,” she grumbled, pulling her hair into a ponytail. “Now we have opportunities”. She began towards the War Room, the humans following after her. Josephine hummed in agreement, writing something on her clipboard.
“Yes, and we have openings to meet with both the Templars and Mages”. “Do we,” Cassandra asked bitterly. “Lord Seeker Lucius is not the man I remember”. Leliana agreed.
“He has taken the Order somewhere, but I am not sure for what- my reports have been… odd”. As Wysira predicted, Cullen still pushed towards the Templars with the idea of “not everyone supports the Lord Seeker”. Josephine opted for the Mages. Cullen barked out a cynical laugh.
“You think the Mage Rebellion is more united? It could be ten times worse”. Before anyone could begin to argue, Wysira let out a low growl. Her “don’t even think about fighting” growl. Many of the soldiers, mages, and templars have heard it often.
“I do not want to hear ANOTHER argument on who we should go to,” Wysira huffed, glaring at Cullen and Leliana in particular, knowing they’ll be most likely to start up. Cullen’s jaw clenched, and he averted his eyes. Wysira let out a quiet “mhm” in response, turning back to Josephine.
“We’ll see what the mages want, at least”. Cassandra let out a “hmph”, putting her hands on her hips. Wysira raised a brow, silently asking her to voice her reservations. Not that Cassandra needed any prompting to do so.
“No doubt it’s the same thing they always want: support for their cause”. “We shouldn’t discount Redcliffe,” Josephine argued. “The Mages may be worth the risk, in the end”.
“They are powerful, Ambassador, but more desperate than you seem to realize”. Wysira scoffed, a dramatic roll of her eyes accompanying the sound. Cassandra sneered at her, but the succubus paid it no mind.
“So, it’ll be dangerous. I’ve been in danger since I arrived in this backwater universe”. Cassandra sighed, running a hand through her hair.
“If some of the rebel Mages were responsible for what happened at the Conclave-”. “The same could be said for the Templars,” Josephine countered, quick to shut the Seeker down. Wysira waved all of them off, silencing them.
“Look, we just got back. Give us a day to relax, and we’ll talk about this tomorrow”. Josephine agreed, much to Cassandra’s, and Cullen’s, dismay. The small group finally disbanded, but Leliana kept Wysira back.
“There is one other matter”. “Of course there is”. Leliana let out a small smile at Wysira’s tired tone. Leliana continued, face stoic once again.
“Several months ago, the Grey Wardens of Ferelden vanished. I sent word to those in Orlais, but they are also missing”. She waited for Wysira to gain a look of recognition. She does remember the stories of the Wardens, and their importance. It just took her a minute.
“Ordinarily, I wouldn’t even consider the idea they’re involved in this, but the timing is… curious”. Wysira nodded, prompting her to continue.
“The others have brushed off my suspicions, but I cannot ignore this”. She gave information on a Warden by the name of Blackwall, living in the Hinterlands. Wysira agreed to search for him, on their way to Redcliffe. The two parted ways once business was done. Wysira was stopped outside by an armored man- clearly not one of her own soldiers.
“Ex… cuse me, miss,” he seemed to realize who he was talking to, but wasn’t deterred. “I’ve got a message for the Inquisition, but no one will deliver it”. She smiled, a small, threatening look that has him standing stranger.
“Who are you, soldier,” she asked, authority laced in her polite tone. He saluted, pressing his fist and forearm against his chest.
“Cremisius Aclassi, with the Bull’s Chargers Mercenary Company- we mainly work out of Orlais and Nevarra”. She nodded, motioning for him to relax his posture and give her the message.
“We’ve gotten word of some Tevinter mercenaries gathering out on the Storm Coast”. She’s going to pretend she understood that entire sentence until she’s done talking to him.
“My company Commander, Iron Bull, offers the information; free of charge. If you’d like to see what the Bull’s Chargers can do for the Inquisition, meet us there and watch us work”. Wysira motioned for him to follow her, leading him to a fire pit.
“What can your Chargers offer the Inquisition?” “We’re loyal, tough, and respect our contracts. If you need references, we’ve got several in Val Royeaux”. She nodded, sitting down near the fire. He sat across from her.
“What can you tell me about your Commander?” “Iron Bull? He’s one of your kind- Qunari-”. “I’ll stop you there, my dear. Despite my appearances, I am no Qunari”. He hesitated, before nodding slowly. He continued, going on to say he leads the fights, pays well, and is “a helluva lot smarter than my last employer”. She smiled at his phrasing, leaning back a bit.
“Alright, mister Aclassi, the Inquisition will consider your offer”. He stood, expressing his appreciation. She stood after him, the two shaking hands. She watched him go, then went to Leliana’s tent.
“Leliana, dear, I have a question,” she asked. Leliana looked up from her work, silently asking the Harold to continue.
“Where’s the Storm Coast and what’s a Tevinter?” Leliana couldn’t help laughing at the way the question was phrased.
“Let’s start with why you want to know, and the Storm Coast. Tevinter is… a longer explanation”.
The Storm Coast is a very bad place, if you value your hair and makeup. Wysira highly values both, so she is annoyed as hell. She’s been using her shield as a makeshift umbrella, yelling every time her boot slips on the stone or in the mud, and snarling at every wet strand of hair that gets loose from its’ tie.
“If this mercenary company isn’t worth it, I’m going to castrate Mister Bull myself,” Wysira growled, nearly tripping over a random tree root. Sera couldn’t help but giggle. Cassandra rolled her eyes, and Solas shook his head.
“Will you stop complaining, demon- we’ve barely been here more than an hour”. Wysira snarled at her as they entered the camp.
“You may not have enough hair to care about, Seeker, but some of us want to make sure we look nice”. Cassandra was about to reply, before scout Harding walked over to them.
“Your Worship! For what it’s worth,” she held a hand out for Wysira to shake. “Welcome to the Storm Coast”. Wysira shook the woman’s hand, smiling tensely.
“Thanks! I hate it”. Harding and Sera laughed, before the scout led the Harold off.
“I would’ve sent word sooner, but our efforts have been… delayed- there’s a bandit group operating the area. They know the terrain better than us, and our party had trouble going up against them. Some of our soldiers went to speak with the leader, but we haven’t heard back”. Wysira frowned, putting a hand on her hip.
“That’s definitely not good- I’ll do what I can to find your people, Harding”. Harding nodded.
“Thank you, Herald- that’s a relief. The soldiers didn’t have an exact location, but they started their search further along the beach”. Harding sighed. “With all the fuss, we haven’t been able to start our search for the Wardens, either”. Wysira placed a hand on Harding’s shoulder, silently telling her it was fine. The dwarf smiled, before starting to walk back to her men.
“Well, good luck- and enjoy the sea air. Hear it’s good for the soul”. Wysira let out a whine, dragging a hand through her wet hair to tie it back into place.
“Let’s just get going,” the succubus grumbled, beginning to walk to the beach. Sera snorted at the grumpy demon, the group following.
The beach held a group of… interestingly-dressed people attacking, whom Wysira assumes to be, the Bull’s company. Wysira pulled out her sword, heading down the ridge to the beach.
“Sera, you stay up on high-ground! Solas, barriers!” “Got’cha, ladybits!” Wysira yelled for Cassandra to follow, then charged into the fray. She spotted Cremisius fighting one of the oddly-dressed assailants, so she knew who to fight.
Using her air magic, she pushed herself forward, slamming into the side of an archer taking aim at the largest in the group- she imagines that’s Iron Bull.
“Bull’s Chargers, I assume,” she called over the noise, catching the Qunari’s attention. Bull stared at her for a moment, before smirking.
“Yeah- welcome to the fight!” “Glad to be here,” she laughed, before slamming her head against the skull of the man she tackled. She felt the bone splinter, and she pierced his gut with her sword.
Oh… Bull really liked that.
“Seeker! Down!” Cassandra didn’t have time to move before the sword slashed across her arm- it cut deep. A magic barrier protected her from a second attack, before the barrier surrounded her assailant and crushed them. Cassandra looked to Solas, but saw he was busy finishing off an archer. Wysira rushed over.
“You arm?” “I am fine, Harold-”. Wysira growled. “Can you keep a shield up with that much damage?” Cassandra kept quiet, arm already aching from trying. Wysira nodded.
“You’re going back to camp,” she huffed, seeing that the fight was ending. Bull was calling off his Chargers, and congratulating them for a good fight. Wysira motioned Solas over, telling him to take Cassandra back to the camp.
“At once,” he said. “Try not to get too distracted while we’re gone, Harold”. She shot him a playful look, to which he held up his hands in defense. He began to escort Cassandra back to the camp, while Wysira began towards the Qunari. Sera slid down, falling on her face as she landed on the beach.
“Are you alright, Sera, dear?” Sera held up a thumbs up, spitting sand out of her mouth. Wysira chuckled, continuing on her way to Iron Bull. The Qunari looked her up and down, pleasantly surprised that he doesn’t have to crane his neck to look at her.
“So, you’re with the Inquisition, huh? Glad you could make it- take a seat. Drinks are coming”. She followed the Qunari to a couple of rocks, sitting down on one as he plopped across from her.
“Iron Bull, I presume?” “The horns gave it away, didn’t they,” he smirked, causing her to chuckle. Cremisius walked towards the two, Bull waving at him slightly.
“I assume you remember my lieutenant?” “How could I forget- nice to see you again, mister Aclassi”. Krem nodded politely.
“Likewise, ma’am. Throatcutters are done, chief”. Bull laughed a little, telling him to check again- and “apologized” for calling the Tevinters “bastards”. She assumed Krem was Tevene, then.
“None taken- ‘least a bastard knows who his mother is,” he said, walking off. “Puts him one up on you Qunari, huh?” Bull snorted, shaking his head a bit before turning his attention back to Wysira. In the short time they spoke, she had pulled her helmet off to speak properly.
He knew she wasn’t from around here, but didn’t expect to find her covered in scales. Her large ears constantly flicked from the water dropping onto them. He… is having mixed feelings.
“So… you’ve seen us fight,” he started. “We’re expensive, but worth it… and I’m sure the Inquisition can afford us”. Wysira crossed her arms, smile turning into an annoyed frown.
“And how much is this going to cost me?” “Wouldn’t cost you a thing, personally- unless you wanna buy drinks, later”. Wysira’s ears perked at that. Now, there’s an idea…
He explained that he’d go through Josephine about getting their payments. The gold will take care of itself, he assures. They’re well worth it. Wysira looked at the other Chargers, before settling back on Bull.
“I’ve seen my fair share of mercenaries, and your Chargers are definitely capable”. Bull grinned at the compliment.
“They are- but you’re not just getting the boys. You’re getting me”. He propped against his axe, grin shifting back into a professional appearance.
“You need a frontline bodyguard. I’m your man,” he stood, swinging his axe into its holster. “Demons? Dragons? The bigger, the better” He motioned for her to follow, leading her to the edge of the water. It’s been a long time since she’s been to a beach- she just wishes it was warmer, brighter, and had a nice shark morph sitting nearby…
“And there’s one other thing”. OH right, there’s a business proposition going on. “Might be useful, might piss you off. Ever hear of the Ben-Hassrath?” She hesitated, trying to remember if anyone at all explained who that was. She drew a large blank.
“The… whomst?” Bull wondered if that was even a word. Maybe in her world, it was.
Little did he know, Wysira just has a friend who is an asshole.
“It’s a Qunari order. They handle loyalty, information, security- all of it. Spies, basically. We’re spies- we’re worried about the Breach. Magic that out of control could cause trouble everywhere”. Wysira nodded- that was understandable.
“I’ve been ordered to join the Inquisition, get close to the people in charge, and send reports back on what’s going on”. She narrowed her eyes a bit. He held up a hand, continuing before she could get angry.
“I also get reports from our agents all over Orlais. You sign me on, I’ll share them with your people”. Wysira was silent, mulling over the information for a moment.
“I don’t have to worry about finding a knife in my back anytime soon, correct?” “Not anytime soon,” he joked. She let out a quiet snort- half a laugh, half an annoyed noise. He smirked, before shaking his head.
“Whatever I am, I’m on your side”. “Your reports won’t put us in any compromising positions with your leaders?”. He assured her that he’ll only send back enough to keep his superiors happy- nothing more, nothing less. Then he mentioned the Qunari want to know if they need to launch a full-scale invasion to keep the world from falling apart. Her ears pressed back against her head.
“Just enough to keep your superiors from declaring war on a place that can barely defend itself,” she grumbled. He nodded in agreement. She stared into his eye, deciding if she wants to keep him around or not. Eventually, she held a hand out.
“Welcome aboard, Bull- I’m sure we can put your talents to good use”. “Excellent,” Bull laughed, grasping her hand tightly and shaking it. He hollered to Krem, telling them to finish drinking on the road.
“What about the casks, Chief? We just opened them up! With axes!” That was the most adorable thing Wysira’s heard today. Bull laughed, heading back to the Chargers. Sera jogged over to Wysira as Solas began the descent back to the group.
“Figure it out! You’re Tevinter, right? Try blood magic,” Bull jabbed, picking up a bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Wysira went back over to him.
“Do you feel like going on ahead with us, Bull? We lost a party member in the fight”. Bull gave a half-hearted salute, telling the Chargers to head to Haven without him.
“Now… we need to go search for Harding’s men,” Wysira said, retying her hair so it would fit below the helmet. “Solas, do you remember where Harding said the last scouts were sent to?” Solas hummed in confirmation, taking the lead. Wysira slipped her helmet on, the group following their resident mage.
“Mind if I ask what your armor is made of,” Bull asked as they walked. Wysira glanced down at her golden armor.
“Gold, with various crystals in the metal of the chest, arms, legs, and helm. My magic, once focused into the armor, shield, and sword, make them tougher than standard plate and mail armors”. Bull’s brow raised in appreciation, and he snorted a bit.
“I was wondering how your armor didn’t crack back there,” he laughed. She chuckled in response.
“My people spent centuries making proper Battlemage armor. I just wish I could’ve made it to my proper specifications- the materials here are so stubborn”. Solas glanced back at that. Sera wasn’t even paying attention at all the magic talk.
“How are the materials “stubborn”,” Solas asked. Wysira drew her sword.
“Your country isn’t inherently magical- so your metals, aside from the Lyrium you told me about, aren’t as receptive to magic being channeled through them. If I were in my home, with my proper weapons and armor, I could light this sword with fire despite the rain”. The sword sparked and smoked, making Sera screech in shock, before it settled back down.
“Here, though… I can’t barely make a spark before it’s extinguished”. “And by “our country isn’t inherently magical”, you mean…?” Wysira sighed a bit, sheathing her sword once again.
“Nikita, my home country… the Earth itself is magic. A select few of your people have connections to this… Fade, to allow you to use magic. In Nikita… there are no restrictions. If you are born in Nikita, you can use magic”. Solas swallowed thickly, feeling a deep envy. He shook his head- no time to get caught up on that.
“That… sounds wonderful”. Wysira hesitated, before sighing heavily.
“It… is a double-edged sword. Intense magic use can be deadly- both for the land, and for the body. I… don’t have much to worry about, should I become ill- or, well I used to not have much to worry about”. She clenched the hand that held the Mark, before huffing.
“Although, I’d have to use a lot of magic to be harmful, as both of my parents’ species are highly receptive and well tuned to the magic they use”. Sera looked at her with narrowed eyes.
“Thought you said you were a… sucky thing”. “Succubus. I am, but my father is a dragon”. Bull is so turned on. Sera is also turned on but in a more confused way.
“Oh what the FUCK,” Sera yelled in disbelief. Wysira laughed.
“Creator, I love when people do that,” she snickered. “In Nikita, there are sentient versions of many creatures- dragons being one of them. My father is one of these sentient dragons- a dragon morph”. “YOUR MUM FUCKED A DRAGON?” Sera was cackling at her own question, nearly falling over. Bull couldn’t help but laugh as well, while Solas just shook his head.
“Harold,” he interrupted, pulling out his staff. “We’re approaching the cliff”. Wysira nodded, elbowing Sera in the ribs to get her to stop laughing. Sera let out a quiet “ow”, rubbing her side.
“We can laugh about my parents later- we have a job to do”. “Aye, aye, captain,” Sera saluted, pulling out her bow. Wysira took the lead, Bull next to her as Solas and Sera fell into step behind them.
The bandits were still scouting the area as the group snuck up onto the ridge.
“Sera, you and Solas take out the marksmen. Solas, you try and keep watch out for their hounds, as well. Bull and I will charge in on my signal”. She got quiet confirmations from each of her teammates, showing that they understood.
“Once the group of three goes down, we charge,” Wysira said, pointing to the tight group sitting together around a measly fire. She murmured something under her breath, pulling out a small crystal from a pouch at her side. She threw it into the middle of the group. The men screamed as they were electrified.
The moment they fell, Wysira and Bull charged in. Sera took out an archer before he could pull out his bow.
Bull kept an eye on his new boss as they fought, wanting to really see how she fight, now that he knew what she was doing with her flimsy-ass armor. He saw sparks and crackling electricity along her shield and sword, electrifying anything that touched them. The armor itself seemed to have a faint… shimmer around it, as if he was staring at a hot street on a scorching day.
He growled slightly, slicing through a man’s leg with his axe. His superiors were going to have a field day with this information. He just hopes they don’t end up thinking he’s gone mad.
