Zevran
I didn't know how long I had been gone for. Kirielle had rushed into the forest after our conversation, I had upset her, but could what I said really be of any shock at this point? I made no secret of my desires after all, I didn't like playing coy like the shemlens.
After Kirielle fled for the forest, Alistair noticed her absence and followed her and not long after that I heard it. We all heard it: her screaming his name, begging him for more. I was repulsed that the shem was bedding her again and she was screaming his name. He didn't respect her, he rejected her race and culture and made her feel terrible about her own desires, and yet he still thought to sleep with her. My blood boiled.
After I heard her I grabbed my daggers and headed in the opposite direction, wanting to get as far away from the source of the noise as possible. I wandered until I found a clearing and began practicing my throwing skills. I had been at it for hours no doubt, and the tree I had been using as my target was riddled with deep holes and splinters. I threw until my arms were too sore to lift them anymore, then I flung myself down on my back.
Her voice still rang in my ears, causing me to snarl. A shem did that to her, the very kind that hunted and enslaved our people now dared to take advantage of her. I felt my anger rising the more I thought about it. I took several deep breaths and steadied myself; high emotions lead to bad decisions.
I don't know how long I laid there for, the sun had set and I could hear wildlife stir around me. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander far from this place. I thought of my own country, a warm, dry country filled with beautiful views of the sea and great rolling hills covered with vineyards. I missed my home. I missed the fine wines and beautiful crafts. I missed the smells of the rich spice markets and the taste of the foods of my country. Ferelden was plain and simple, the wine was bitter and the ale was too strong, the food was bland and the markets were dreary. The people were wary and inhospitable for the most part and the women here couldn't hold a candle to the beauty of Antivan women. Well, one could.
My mind wandered to the lovely warden. I didn't know much about her besides she was a Dalish elf and grew up without the oppression most elves faced. She was wild and beautiful, entirely unaffected by the shemlen's cruelty, or at least it seemed so. I was upset that her first time sleeping with a man had been with a shem, their views on sex were warped and I couldn't imagine a powerful woman like Kirielle enjoying just laying on her back.
I felt my lips curl into a snarl again at the thought of that shem taking advantage of her and her inexperience. I was getting nowhere with my anger and should have really known better than to let my anger get to me so much. I gathered up my daggers and began to head back to camp, hoping that the shem would stay out of my sight.