AN: So, I had originally intended this to be a one shot for my wonderful friend because we're both quite big on shipping Fenris and Hawke.
Let's just say, I may draw this out for a a few short chapters rather than make this into one, very large one. Aside from that, I'm unsure of where the next chapter will go, even if I do know the end result of the story. As is always my issue. I never can work out the middle. Woe is me. xD
I kid. So, LillyPegs, this is for you. Thank you for all the wonderful idea's that never did make it to paper. Even more thanks for the ones that did.
Blades flashed through the air, sheening metal hungering for the flesh it soared towards. Bodies wove in an intricate dance, bending and darting in various directions in a surge to avoid the knives that desired blood. Slavers shackles cackled in a menacing fashion, empowered by the performance they were witnessing. Their possible prey, Hawke and her friends were beginning to tire. It seems they had met their match, in mere slavers.
The men and women clad in all black kept their appearance anonymous in each and every way. Of course they had got more than they bargained for; landing upon the infamous rogue's party, but their skill seemed off today. The sun had cast its spell across most of the city and many, including Hawke and her friends had fallen prey to the fatigue it induced.
Aveline carved her way through her enemies, many falling at her blade, others losing against her trusty shield she bore. Her orange hair whipped around her freckled face as she spun from one slaver to the next, swiftly striking them down also. Her eyes of grass green sparkled against the sun beating high above, a knowledge lingering below.
Isabella danced her way around the foes with a delight, relishing in the action and enjoying every moment of the fevered fight. Her tan body blurred with her precise speed and skill, never once falling prey to any attack. Another's blood coated her lustrous black waves, painting it the strangest colour one could imagine.
Fenris bashed and battered down his own group of attackers, his subtle magic aiding his conquest. Some were rendered immobile as he gave a flick of his wrist, driving his sword deep through their gut. His white hair smouldered with various hues beneath the suns daring rays. His bodies intricate adorning's mesmerised others as they moved with his sinuous muscles, designing their own dance.
Hawke herself was centre stage, taking on more of the hostile party than two of her friends combined. The moves she made were more precise and elaborate as Isabella's, as strong and confident as Aveline's and more powerful and brutal than Fenris'. Her frenzied whirls left the blood red hair ripping about her face in its own uncollected dance.
Her eyes of deep purple held no evidence that she expected a loss any time soon. The way she moved and the look on her face indicated pure confidence in her friends and her own abilities. For a long time the battle raged and both parties traded fierce blows, Hawkes party having the obvious skill advantage, the slavers had the prestige of obvious numbers. The sand and rocks below the multitude of feet, flaring up around them as both groups skidded across the unannounced arena. The spray elicited its own pattern in an attempt to even compare with the intricacies being created atop it.
Seeing an opening a slaver raised his booted foot as high as it could and brought it careening into Hawkes back. With a yell she flew forward, her two daggers sailing through the air as she crashed to the ground in a daze. Choking on the sand she groggily lifted her head, only to be wrenched up with little care and immediately her hands shackled, the slavers thick skin hot to the touch and moist with perspiration.
Hawke's friends hadn't even heard her cry, too engrossed in their own battles to notice their comrades. One arm snaked its way around Hawkes stomach, pulling tight enough to wrench the wind from her, the other allowed a hand to slap across her mouth, beginning to immediately starve her of oxygen she didn't have. Wild as a captured deer she writhed in the man's grip, disgusted by the stench of sweat lingering on his palm.
The husky voice he emitted had the strangest lulling pull, it was inviting her to sleep. So, so tempting, even though the words were crude and had nothing to do with sleep. Hawke fought against the fatigue as powerfully as she could, finding her body weaker and weaker with each passing second. "I suggest everyone stops. Come on boys. This one alone will fetch a higher price than the other two girls combined." Even through her eyelashes Hawke was just about able to witness Aveline and Isabella bristle in anger as the black-clads withdrew.
In the few seconds that had transpired, the atmosphere had drastically changed. The once lively party and its members had tired. The music had slowed to a gentle rhythm and the dancers were lulled into a relaxed slow dance. Despairing for the red head however, was top priority, not sleep or rest. "Hawke!" Fenris managed to cry out before his knees gave way and he crashed to the ground beside the ginger warrior known as Aveline.
Feel free to send me ideas. Of course this whole thing is going to make Fenris realise his love for Hawke and he's going to go after her. Seriously though, I'm completely open to help, and I thank you largely for reading this far. You have one more sentence to go. Maybe.