Morrigan walked into the thick forest that surrounded the camp. The trees gnarled and the floor grew thick with decaying leaves. The rot of the woods was a familiar sight, she would go so far as to say it made her feel a bit homesick. The swamps she had called home for so many years sat forever frozen in a permanent state of rot. She missed it.
She sighed to herself slipping off her robes. It had been a long day, the battle for the pathetic Circle mages had taken a great deal from her. The Fade had been a harsh and unforgiving place for all of them. She needed to run, to feel the earth from another perspective. The familiar buzz of magic danced over her exposed skin. Coating her body in a static cloud until her hands became paws. She dug them into the cold earth and the night suddenly became alive.
Sounds and smells called for her from a distance and she gladly ran towards them. She needed this, the freedom only this form could give her. She wanted to get as far away from her thoughts as possible. Her thoughts of Rose had grown to an all consuming mass within her head. Watching the young Warden lose her family for a second time was…it was heartbreaking. A feeling Morrigan was not accustomed to.
She dashed between the trees , no destination in mind. She was simply encompassed with an overwhelming desire to run. It was true that shapeshifting did not endow a person with the instincts of an animal but all humans posses a primal side. Her primal desire to run, to feel the cool night air glide over her body was all she cared about in this moment. Thoughts of the Fade, thoughts of rose, even thoughts of Fereldens impending doom left her mind completely.
She ran until her lungs burned, she stopped near a small clearing to recover. Noting the small stream on the opposite end. It made for a nice sight, she willed her legs to move closer. A drink was very much needed. She stalked toward the edge of the tree line, the water looked more enticing with every step.
She stood mere inches from the water line. The fresh earthy scents cascaded around her nose and settled in the back of her throat. It was intoxicating. She dipped her head preparing for the cool stream to wrap around her tongue. The feeling never came, interrupted by the sounds of a distant struggle. The echoes of battle cries and clashing of steel was coming from the direction of camp. She tore off through the forest.
The four of her companions had done a decent job defending the camp from what looked like common bandits. A trail of blood a viscera followed Sten as the giant creature sliced through foe after foe. Alistair was busy facing down what appeared to be a decently trained rouge. The Warden was having enough of a struggle blocking the quick slashes from the bandits daggers. Leliana picked off any that dared to creep up behind the buffoon of a man. Those two truly deserved one another.
Morrigan was reasonable surprised to see that Wyne had a body count of at least three bandits. Even bunnies could kill under the right circumstances. She lunged into the battle growing tired of watching her companions have all the fun. Her teeth sank deep into flesh, a vice grip of throaty snarls until a pulse could no longer be felt. She moved on to her next victim making sure to rip limbs from torso this time. The sickening crunch was nearly therapeutic to her beast ears.
She continued her rampage, claws and teeth finding comfortable homes within the flesh of these intruders. It was a thrilling ride of emotions. It would have been easy to blame it on her form, wolves did love a good kill. Deep down she knew that this was just her nature, all human nature. Her species had been killing since the dawn of their existence…and she was no different. She had lured Templars to their doom the second she learned how to walk. This was no different.
Dropping her latest victims mangled corps to the ground she scanned the battle field looking for more. Rose had her blade sunk deep in the chest of a struggling bandit while she bashed another with her shield. It was a kin to watching someone burst open a Mellon. When the two finally submitted to their injuries and slipped into the void the battle was over. Her body shifted back as the familiar sensation of magic washed over her skin. It always left her feeling rejuvenated. Alistair averted his eyes from her naked form almost instantly. She chuckled as she watched his cheeks turn a bright red. It was made all the better by Lelianas reaction to the mans flustered face.
She was done with this fun it was time to retire to her warm bedding. Preparing to make her exit she locked eyes with Rose, such a big mistake. Her eyes, pools of green, held her own with such intensity she didn't notice that the woman had inched closer. Not until their lips locked. The kiss had caught her off guard, the softness of the Wardens lips was a welcomed feeling. It felt safe having this womans strong hands moving through her hair and down to the small of her back…and then it was gone.
"We leave for Redcliff at dawn." Rose stated to the group, making her way towards her tent.
Morrigan stood there for a moment longer, she could have dreamed the entire encounter. She smiled to herself. She had never tasted a kiss so sweet, dragging a finger over her lips she relived the moment one more time before retiring to her own tent. She had heard the rumors of the Wardens stamina. She had a feeling she would get to test it out for herself at a later date.
