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She watched them silently as they made their way through the Wilds, completely oblivious to the wolf following at their heels or the great eagle flying over their heads. The men were nothing more than bumbling fools, but it was one of the two women that caught her attention. One was a large blonde, garbed in heavy chainmail with a massive greatsword strapped to her back. She was not that appealing. The other was slender and smaller in stature but her incredibly revealing armor displayed shapely hips and toned abs to perfection. Dark hair framed a lovely face, its only imperfection being the scar that slashed diagonally down her visage. She, unlike the other, moved with a predator-like gait, as though each step served a purpose. Confidence oozed from her with every stride. She carried two blades strapped to her thighs, too large to be daggers but not quite big enough to be considered swords. Despite the blonde's insinuations that she was the leader, the brunette simply laughed and did as she pleased, making their unseen follower smile. This woman was definitely worth further investigation. But who were they? From the tones of their voices, they were searching for something. But what, so far from the rest of the army?
She was not surprised when the group made their way to the fallen Warden tower. The brunnette watched silently with crossed arms as the others began digging amongst the rubble. She turned her head however as their watcher revealed herself but didn't reach for her daggers. Instead she smirked and turned slowly to face her, no fear at all present on her exquisite, mysterious features. The others now noticed and whirled around with weapons drawn.
"Well, well...what have we here?" She crept toward them, smiling when the men moved backwards with each step she took. The blonde however stepped forward and placed herself in front of the brunette, as though to protect her. The brunette hissed and shoved her aside, actually growling in annoyance as she moved around her comrade and firmly fixed dark amber eyes on the shapeshifter. She didn't even bother to reach for her blades. "Are you a vulture, I wonder? A scavenger? Poking amidst a corpse whose bones were long since cleaned? Or merely an intruder, come into these darkspawn-filled wilds of mine in search of easy prey? What say you, hmm?" Morrigan purred. "Scavenger or intruder?"
"You're calling us intruders? And just how are these your wilds?" asked the brunette in a surprisingly strong, slightly husky voice.
"Because I know them as only one owns them could. Can you claim the same? I watched your progress for quite some time. Where do they go? I wondered. Why are they here? And now, you disturb ashes none have touched for so long. Why is that?" Morrigan answered with a short laugh. Normally such a comment would've upset her but coming from this intriguing creature, it only made her want to listen the rogue even more.
"Don't answer her!" the tallest man yelled. "She's a witch of the wilds. She could turn us into toads!"
"Alistair." said the brunette. "Shut up. I'm sure if she wanted to do so, you would be first. Maybe we would be spared from the useless flapping of your tongue!"
"Ana." the blonde growled.
Ana raised an eyebrow noncommittally. "Alina?"
Alina looked at Morrigan. "Where are the treaties that were here? We'd like for you to return them."
"I cannot, for it was not I who removed them." Morrigan said, slowly circling them, watching with a smirk as they turned with her, unwilling to give their backs.
"Then who did?" Alina asked.
"Twas my mother."
"Can you take us to her?"
Morrigan turned to leave before pausing and looking over her shoulder. "Very well. Follow me."
Ana leaped onto the ogre's chest and plunged both of her blades into its face, the black bile of his blood rushing up to coat her arms. They hit the ground with a thunderous crash and she stood up on its chest.
Alina rushed to light the beacon while she snatched her bow from one of the soldiers who'd followed her. It was black with tips made of brightsteel that spiraled into blades. The string was currently gone. She would need to craft a new one. She strapped it to her back and turned to face the doors and darkspawn began pounding on the other side. She drew her blades and ran to meet them as soon as the doors burst open. Almost immediately, her attack was stopped by a pair of arrows in her chest. She moved to continue and another in her stomach took her down. The crash of metal on stone told her that Alina had collapsed and she followed suit. As she felt herself fade, she saw a great eagle slowly descending toward her. Just as it came near, a great white wolf came out of nowhere to attack it. The sounds of snarls and screeches lulled her into blackness and she felt the briefest sensation of fur sliding through her fingertips before everything went dark.
Ana awoke to find herself in a room, laying on a bed. She immediately reached for her
daggers but they were gone and she sat up in alarm.
"Easy." said a soothing feminine voice.
She looked up. "I remember you, the girl from the wilds. Where the hell am I? What happened?"
"I am Morrigan, and you were rescued by my mother. The darkspawn overwhelmed you, just before your army fell to the same fate."
"The king is dead? Hmm, he was a fool. Loghain betrayed us, did he not? It was hardly unexpected." She ran her fingers through her hair, wincing slightly.
"I don't even know who this Loghain is, but my mother would like to speak with you, when you are ready. Perhaps you can shut up your companions."
"You mean Alistair and Alina?" She scoffed as she rose to her feet. Morrigan handed her her blades and bow, now equipped with a string. "Thank you, but you didn't have to-"
"I wanted to, strangely." Morrigan interrupted with a slight blush. "You should go see to the others."
Ana nodded and equipped her weapons before stepping out of the small cottage.