"How do you feel, Cole, now that you dealt with the Templar?" Solas enquires curious.
"I don't know. He hurt me... hurt the real Cole. I'm angry at him. I can't let that go. I have to become more, let it make me real," Cole whispers solemnly.
"You may well become fully human, after all. I never thought to see it," Solas confesses.
"When did you see it before?" Cole questions.
"I did not say that I had," Solas replies.
"No, you didn't. It's harder to hear, sometimes. Sorry," Cole apologies.
"Good luck, Cole. You have taken a difficult road," Solas tells him as Dorian glances at me and I shrug. "Right. You two just work whatever that is out of your system. Like poison. Weird-ass poison," Bull gurgles, weirded out.
"It's good. I can explain," Cole assures Bull who gravitates over to me with Dorian.
"I really didn't ask," Bull scowls.
"It's fascinating listening to you two. Like working out a puzzle with only half the pieces," Dorian confesses.
"I'm pleased you're enjoying yourself," Solas remarks as we make our way to the place through storm coast, to meet the demands of the Qun.
Frowning, my nose twitches at the salty smell of the sea, my ears hearing the gentle waves of the sea clashing against one another and grainy touch of the sandy rough texture of the beach as we approach, getting closer to the designation Bull mentioned.
"Alright, Solas, been thinking. You wanna know how this place would be if the Qunari took charge?" Bull begins as unsure, Dorian, Eve and I glance at one another noting the sudden tension in the air.
"Orlais, Ferelden, all of it would be healthier under the Qun. But the war to make that happen? That'd be ugly. A lot of good people would die. So I'm not hoping it happens. There! You happy?" Bull confesses annoyance etched into his tone.
"Happy? No. Quite the opposite." Solas scowls.
"Oh, come on. I said I didn't want us to invade you! Bull snaps.
"No. You said this world would be brighter if all thinking individuals were stripped of individuality. You only lack the will to get more blood on your hands, Soals spits out in disdain.
"Tell me something, Solas. Do you think the servants here are happier than the people living under the Qun in Par Vollen?" Bull questions as my eyes widen and I stop in my steps, my body tensing as I feel a wave of rage as I note the concerned looks from Dorian and Eve, the other two unaware of my twitching state and balled up shaking fists.
"It doesn't matter if they are happy, it matters that they may choose!" Solas argues.
"Choose? Choose what? Whether to do their work or get tossed onto the street to starve?" Bull defends.
"Yes! If a Ferelden servant decides that his life goal is to... become a poet, he can follow that dream! It may be difficult, and he might fail. But the whole of society is not aligned to oppose him!" Solas declares.
"Sure, and good for him. How many servants actually go do that, though?" Bull scoffs.
"Almost none! What does that matter? Your Qun would crush the brilliant few for the mediocre many!" Solas spits out.
"And then people feel like crap for failing. When the truth is, the deck was stacked against them anyway," Bull exclaims.
"If your Qun is so wonderful, so fair and perfect, how does it create so many Tal-Vashoth?" Solas questions.
"Most Tal-Vashoth are nothing more than savages. Killing's all they know. The Ben-Hassrath are trying to lose fewer people to that sickness," Bull responds shakily, rage laced in his tone.
"It isn't a sickness. You are losing them because they see a chance for freedom! And most of them are "savage," as you say, because your culture taught them nothing else. They know nothing but the Qun. So even as they fight against it, they are guided by its principles!" Solas explains angry.
"Watch it, elf. You haven't seen the Tal-Vashoth like I have. Try watching a Tal-Vashoth kill a Tamassran and her kids. Then we'll talk!" Bull snaps silencing Solas.
"You fought the Tal-Vashoth for a long time, Iron Bull, did you not?" Solas enquires.
"Every day. I'd kill some of them, they'd kill some of my guys, and then I'd kill them some more," Bull answers.
"No man can kill so many people without breaking inside. To survive... those you fight must become monsters," Solas points out.
"The ones that kill innocent people, yeah. The rest... I don't know," Bull sighs.
"The mind does marvellous things to protect itself," Solas responds.
Well-
"ENOUGH!" Loudly, I screech making them turn startled by my outburst as they blink surprised by my vicious primal glare, seething.
"How dare you! How dare you bring slaves into your petty feud, you both speak and argue for the slaves as if you understand. Solas you know nothing of them, of their suffering, of anything! And Bull, bringing them up, you speak as if you know, you both have no idea what they deal with. How dare you both bring them into this petty argument of yours. I will not have you bring them up when you both have no idea, no clue, no inkling of how they feel! Now shut the fuck up before I castrate you both!" Angry, I screech at the two blinking, stunned by my statement as I turn my back to them, huffing to move forward only then to turn to briefly glare at them.
"And if you both must know, some slaves are raised to believe their purpose is to serve, no else no more and any other thought is unsuitable. You speak of freedom for slaves so easily. Let me tell you both something it's hard, sometimes impossible with how much someone can be told something and believe in that self-fulfilling prophecy, they believe that are nothing, they believe they have a duty and most of all they believe their lives mean nothing in comparison to the importance of their master," Seething, I glare at them, spewing curses consisting of, Fasta vass, Vishante kaffas and others that make Dorian blush as I storm past the group, leading them.
"Dorian what did she?" Blinking, Eve glances at the raised brow of the blushing Dorian.
"I'm not even going to translate that, you don't want to know," Dorian tells the innocent Eve as they follow after the fuming Fen, while Bull and Solas share a look and trial behind the group, knowing not to face my wrath now…
"So, Solas, you go into the Fade on purpose when you dream? Just to... hang out? Bull tries to change topic after my outburst as I note the slight strain in his tone.
"Yes. The Fade holds a trove of memories to explore. Spirits know secrets lost to this world, Solas elaborates.
"Yeah, but they're spirits. You can't treat 'em like people, Bull furrows his brow.
"Would many not say the same of the Qunari? Solas counters.
"Uh, no, because Qunari don't go around trying to possess people and turn them into abominations, Bull states.
"Instead, you conquer them and turn them into servants of the Qun," Smugly, Solas smirks.
"Oh, come on!" Bull groans at his loss as we approach the scene, my eyes widening to find among the Qun…is an elf, this is going to be just perfect, grumbling we approach to tend to the demands of the Qun.
"Alright our Qunari contact should be here to meet us," Bull begins as I remain still, arms crossed, my eyes narrowed at the sea below us. Gently, I feel the soft fibres of the green lush grass below me gently brushing and tickling against my bare feet and soles but I remain unfazed used to the feather light teasing touch of greenery. My eyes closing at the brief breezes, hearing the clash of waft waves in my ears. My nose twitches, moving, detecting the saint salt smell of the sea.
"He is, good to see you again Hissrad," We turn to the elf with a mullet, smirking as my eyes narrow at the male, he has light green eyes similar to Eve's only hers are brighter, his are more lighter, paler, more of a pastel green than Eve's forest gooey green.
"Gat! Last I heard you were in Seheron," Bull grins.
"They finally decided I'd calmed down enough to go back out into the world," Gat smirks.
"Boss this is Gat, we worked together in Seheron," Bull introduces him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Inquisitor. Hissrad's report says you're doing good work," Gat praises.
"But the Qun isn't…" Eve begins.
"It was for me. After the Qunari rescued me from slavery in Tevinter, I was eight. Wait…I know you," Gat's eyes narrow on me.
"You do?" I frown puzzled.
"Yeah you were the glowing slave where's the other one?" He questions curious.
"Well he isn't here if you hadn't noticed…" Dryly, I huff.
"I didn't think you'd be freed, you're a living breathing weapon, a…" He begins only then for me to note the scowling Bull, Solas and Dorian.
"Now listen here you little Vashedan, this living breathing weapon can still fuck you up if you don't hold your tongue," Darkly, I warn him.
"The Qun isn't perfect but it gave me a better life," He sighs after Eve's comment as he backs down.
"That…okay I agree with, sometimes structure is needed…" I mutter recalling my horror and freak out over the concept of freedom and having no clue what to do, terrified me.
"Yes, one free from all that pointless free will and independent thought. Such an improvement," Sarcastically, Dorian remarks.
"Tevinter's worse," Eve frowns as I simply sigh, shaking my head, they have no idea how daunting freedom can be to someone adjusted to structure.
"I'm not here to convert anyone. All I care about is stopping the red lyrium from reaching Minrathos," Gat sighs.
"Bull is Hissrad?" Eve questions.
"Under the Qun we use titles not names," Gat explains.
"My title was Hissrad because I was assigned to secret work. You can translate it as 'keeper of illusions' or…" Bull trails off.
"'Liar' it means liar." Gat scowls.
"Well you don't have to say it like that," Bull spits out annoyed.
"Just me or am I sensing the tension?" Jokingly, Dorian and I smirk.
"I look forward to working together," Eve smiles.
"Hopefully, this will help both our people. Tevinter is dangerous enough without the influence of the Venatori cult. If this new form of lyrium helps them seize power in Tevinter, the war with the Qunari could get worse," Gat explains.
"With this stuff the vint's could make their slaves into an army of magical freaks…no offence Fennic," Bull glances at me as I scowl.
"Oh yeah, no offended at all. But even with this new form of lyrium it's less likely for the slave to survive…especially red it would most likely break them and make them go rogue, most likely have to put them down," I mutter bitterly as I flinch from Solas' hand, briefly brushing against my gauntlet hand.
"What do you mean?" Eve frowns.
"Typically, slaves who undergo it die of blood loss or the shock of pain can be so devastating they have a heart attack, theirs also lyrium poisoning…look the chances of having a surviving elf after that is VERY…unlikely," I explain.
"But you two survived why is that?" Solas enquires curious.
"No idea…I rather not think about it," I shrug at the bad memory.
"We could lose Seheron…and see a giant Tevinter army come marching down here," Bull scowls.
"The Ben-Hassrath agrees. That's why we're here. Our dreadnought is safely out of view and out of range of any Venatori mages on shore. We'll need to eliminate the Venatori then signal the dreadnought so it can come in and take out the smuggle ship," Gat reasons.
"What do you think Bull?" Eve requests a report from him.
"Don't know. I've never liked covering a dreadnought run. Too many ways for crap to go wrong. If our scouts underestimate the enemies numbers we're dead. If we can't lock down the Venatori mages, the ship is dead. It's risky," Bull confesses.
"Risking then letting red lyrium into Minrathos? This is risky yes but it's our best chance to destroy the shipping operation permanently," Gat furrows his brow.
"Let's hold our end of the bargain then," Eve sighs, clasping her hands together as we split up.
"My agents suggested two possible locations the Venatori may be camped to guard the shore, there and there. We'll need to split up and hit both at once," Gat tells us his plan.
"I'll come with you, boss, Krem can lead the chargers. Let me fill him in. come by when you're ready to move…" Bull goes to tend to Krem as briefly, I stop frowning.
"Wait Gat...don't suppose you were named after Gattlock?" I enquire earning a small smirk from him.
"I see you know a fair bit of the Qun did you consider joining?" He notes impressed.
"No you tend to pick up some Qunlat when you're killing those attacking your old master…" Casually, I shrug earning a chuckle from him and smirk.
"Indeed. I had heard legends of the glowing slaves; I didn't think you guys existed…" He confesses.
"Yeah many say that…" I grumble recalling the numerous eyes on me during parties as my brother and I were put on display, it was humiliating and disgusting the many offers to be bedded, heck Denarius offered to auction us off for the night once, well for Fenris, he kept a tight hold on me. I recoil at the memory, shivering in disgust internally…
"What…what was it like?" Gat questions curious as I note Bull talking to the chargers while Eve is dealing with the annoyed Solas and Dorian, yeah, not the greatest people to invite but then again, Solas is the only real healer we got, considering Dorian's healing is more like reviving people from the dead not healing, Vivienne…I wouldn't trust that bitch near me and Eve…briefly, I remember a familiar fire and shake my head, yeah no…
"Don't know, don't remember much of it," Simply, I shrug.
"Of course, that elf over here, he okay? He's been glaring at me for a while," Gat asks as briefly, I turn to the scowling Solas, briefly glancing at Gat and I now and again, glaring in specifically at Gat.
"Oh ignore him that ass has his staff up his ass twenty four seven," I wave it off, earning Gat a small chuckle and smirk.
"Bull saved me killed my master, I wanted revenge, I was so anger I wanted to be free, mainly from Minrathous but…" Gat informs me.
"The Qun didn't." I catch on.
"They couldn't, too risky…" Gat sighs.
"I best get going," I mutter as he nods and turns to Eve, further questioning the plan, clearly worried as I walk over to the chargers.
"Listen, the Venatori tend to attack from the right so taking them from a low left or behind always surprises them…" I begin as they turn to me.
"Oh look aunties here," Jokingly, Krem greets me.
"Hey you'd be lucky to have an aunt as cool as me, jokingly, I retort making the chargers snicker.
"Once they're down send your signal. That'll let the dreadnought know it's safe to come in," Bull warns them.
"Understood chief." Krem confirms.
"Remember you're gonna want to start low but don't get suckered into fighting at range they've got mages," Bull advises them.
"It's alright we got a mage of our own," Krem smirks.
"I'm not a mage!" Dalish huffs arms crossed.
"Dalish the more you deny it the more obvious it is and your staff isn't helping," I bring up once gain again.
"It's a bow!" She defends.
"And my daggers are a battle axe. Listen, they'll have healers on them, potions maybe use Rocky's TNT to surprise them into dropping the potions to attack the healers, maybe use his grenades to take them off guard then strike," I offer.
"He'll be dead before he knows it," Dalish promises.
"Just…pay attention all right? The vints want this red lyrium shipment bad," Bull warns them, his tone briefly showing worry.
"Yes I know thanks mother, thanks auntie," Jokingly, Krem smirks.
"Qunari's don't have mothers remember?" Lightly, Bull smiles.
"We'll be fine chief," Krem assures him.
"All right! Chargers horns up!" Bull barks.
Horns up!" The others bellow back as we turn our back to them.
Chargers! Hit 'em hard and hit 'em fast! When this is over, drinks are on me!" Bull bellows earning a cheer from the group.
"They'll be fine, they're strong," I assure Bull.
"I hope you're right," Bull sighs.
"Hey, I promise," I frown as his eyes briefly meets mien and we nod at one another meeting up with Eve, Dorian and Solas getting into position, readying for the dreadnought…
"You gave your chargers the easier target," Scowling, Gatt points out drawing his sword.
"You think?" Bull exclaims.
"Lower and farther from the smugglers ship? It's much less likely to be heavily defended," Gat elaborates.
"Suppose we'll do the heavy lifting then. Just like old times," Bull says causing Gat to chuckle.
"Be careful. My agents said to expect opposition ahead of the main camp," Gat warns us as we continue on our march.
"We've all done this a few times Gat," Bull reminds him.
"You've been living outside the Qun for years now, Iron Bull. Just wanted to make sure your reflexes hadn't gotten as soft as the rest of you," Gat spits out.
"Ouch," Bull scowls as I remain silent, since it's not my place to argue as we continue onwards…
"Vints up ahead!" Bull points out as briefly, my blues widen in recognition at one in particular pushing her slaves out and fleeing…Beatrix…just the magister I wanted to see…well apprentice either way I'm pleased.
"You may wish you were back in Tevinter mage. No soldiers to guard you here, no slaves to wait on you," Gat warms him tone edges with frustration at the smirking Dorian.
"It's the lack of fashion that strikes fear into my heart," Dorian remarks.
"You know nothing of fear," Gat spits out angered by his confidence.
"And you intend to teach me?" Dorian scoffs, eye brows raised.
"No. You serve the inquisition, and the ben Hassrath wish for an alliance. If a slave of Fennic's degree can put up with you then so can I. That is enough…" Gat reasons mostly to himself.
"Dorian I…look Gat he…" Bull attempts to explain once Gat is out of earshot.
"No it's fine besides that's a better greeting than Fen gave," Dorian points out as I groan.
"You're never going to let that go are you?" I huff.
"You put your dagger to my throat!" He frowns.
"You did what!?" Eve squeaks.
"It made you remember didn't it?" I argue ignoring the shocked Eve.
"How could I forget the elf with the glowey marks that pressed a blade to my throat and threatened me…then left me alone in the freezing cold, which took me over two hours to find Haven again…!?" Dorian scowls.
"And here we are…" I shrug as we catch up to Gat once more, heading on our way.
"I don't see any tattoos, but you're carrying a staff. Are you from a chantry circle?" Gat enquires curious to Solas' roots.
"No. And I would prefer not to discuss it," Strictly, Solas scowls.
"Have I done something to offend you, I noted your pointed looks when I was talking to Fennic, jealousy is an ugly face," Gat tells him as I raise a brow at the idea, noting the interested Dorian and Eve while Bull and I share a look of unease.
"You joined the Qun," Solas dismisses Gat's accusation straight faced making me raise a curious brow at the stoic male.
"After they rescued me from slavery." Gat reminds him.
"And put you into something worse." Solas scowls.
"Solas. Are we going to have another talk again or do I have to shut you up…?" I growl lowly.
"I'd like to see you try, just don't try and leave again," Cheekily, Solas calls out.
"You sly bastard…" I seethe scowling at his smug smirk, ignoring the faint red in my cheeks.
"A slave may always struggle for freedom. But you among the Qun have been taught not to think," Solas explains sternly.
"Solas not the time," Bull frowns as I sigh, exhausted and more onwards, my eyes narrowed when spotting a distinct set of fancy ass robes, found you…
Scowling, I glare at the dead vints disposing the bodies as the others talk, my eyes narrowed at one groaning in particular, unveiling the robed hood to scowl at the stranger.
"She knew that was you! You will never find her!" Cackling, she sneers.
"Tell me where the slave factory is here now!" Coldly, I demand my veins glowing but it doesn't faze her.
"Ah, sweet innocence even in death! I will not allow my master to fall to the hands of some scum slave!" Proudly, the abomination declares.
"Then you clearly have a different master, now then where is she? What are you lot planning!?" Scowling, my grip tightens on her throat making her whimper.
"Long gone, once the dreadnaught arrives you guys will be dead!" She seethes.
"Hah, that's what you think," Smugly, I smirk drawing my blade and slitting the imposter's throat, re-joining the others, oblivious to my hidden motive behind this mission.
Finally, we arrive at the camp after cleaning out the vints.
"Worried?" Gat frowns.
"They're my men. I've been with some of them for years," Bull reasons as Eve looks the bodies and bloodied robes of the vints.
"We're clear Gat," Bull points out.
"Right, signalling the dreadnought," Gat kneels down getting out some flint and setting the pyre ablaze, as a ruby red ball of light fires up into the sky, exploding reminding me of a firework, signalling and causing the mighty ship to appear, I forgot how huge the ship was in size. Heh if Isabela was here she'd make some sort of ship penis joke…
"Chargers already sent theirs up, see'em down there?" Bull points out.
"I knew you gave them the easier job," Gat frowns.
"They got the job done." I remind him making him go silent as my ears hear the ring of the bell, my brow furrows when below, I find a familiar mage waiting for the shipment, staff and backup in hand, just in case to greet the ship.
"There's the dreadnought. This brings back memories….haha, nice one!" Bull laughs as the dreadnaught is shot down only then for the Venatori in waiting to turn, enraged and storm up to Krem's group, armed and ready or so they think. I scowl at the number, the chargers may be good but this group of them, they'll be overrun!
"They'll be killed they need to retreat!" Eve points out the obvious.
"Your men need to hold that positon Bull," Gat argues.
"They do that, they're dead," Bull states the fact clear.
"And if they don't. The Venatori retake it and the dreadnought is dead. You'd be throwing away an alliance between the inquisition and the Qunari. You'd be declaring yourself, Tal Vashoth. With all you've given the inquisition, half the Ben-Hassrath think you've betrayed us already! I stood up for you Hissrad! I told them you would never become Tal-Vashoth," Gat pleads to him.
"They're my men!" Bull growls.
"And they are Basra Vashedan!" Gat growls.
"How dare you! They are good soldiers, they are not foreign trash!" I snarl at him, disgusted at his language.
"I know but you need to do what's right. Hissrad…for the alliance and the Qun…" Gat ignores me as I scowl as the conflicted Bull turns to Eve for her decisions until…shocked, my eyes widen at the idea.
"Bull!" I call out startling a few as the group turn to me, Bull frowning.
"What?" Bull blinks.
"Throw me!" I shout.
"Are you mad?" Dorian gawks.
"No, the Venatori want me, I'm still being searched for, I can distract them as Krem flees because thanks to our talking they can't retreat!" I scream at him.
"Fen you wouldn't-"
"Watch me!" I bark interrupting Eve.
"I owe you big time Fen," Bull sighs.
"Yes yes you do!" I nod as Bull grabs me, reeling me back as Dorian and Solas turn back to the scene.
"No Vhenan!" I hear a voice cry out but it's too late as I feel my blue burning marks glow, my blood boiling pumping as I pounce upon the group of Venatori, feeling a burst of raw lyrium as I shakily stand, briefly wiping away the brief sliver of crimson to smirk a the shocked group of mages.
"Isn't that?"
"Master Denarius' pet!"
"Isn't she her pet now?"
"Get her!"
"Fen!" I hear Krem call out shocked to see me as I smirk weakly at the stunned group.
"Auntie's here…"
"All these years, Hissrad and you throw away all that you are, for what? For this? For them!?"
"His name is iron Bull," Scowling, Eve steps forward.
"I suppose it is," Bitterly, Gatt scowls.
"Itwa-ost!" Loudly, the roar of Fennic's battle cry surprises Eve as the group watch the fight, seeing simply blue lights smashing down upon the men in white robes, striking, kicking, attacking as the other chargers try to help Fennic in the fight.
"Fenedis! I can't believe you let her do something so idiotic!" Harshly, Solas scowls as Eve flinches.
"It's fine Solas I understand your concern," Eve tries to calm him down.
"You understand!? You seem to understand very little!" Solas snaps.
"Look it was Fennic's idea." Eve reasons.
"And why were you listening to her? Have you not seen how she fights!? She's suicidal!" Solas demands, rage fuelling his form terrifying Eve, much more, as Eve recollects a similar situation to his spirit friend only this…this is so much worse, so much more terrifying, and scarier.
"What do you mean?" Bull frowns.
"You haven't noticed? She fights recklessly, she fights with grace yes but she fights like she wishes to die…she is foolish," Feebly, Solas' angered voice drops into sorrow, into fear, into vulnerability as he cradles his head, agonising over it as he feels tears beginning to collect in his eyes.
"Technically it isn't…it's expected," Gat intervenes, flinching from Solas' harsh primal glare.
"Gat.." Warningly, Bull frowns.
"As a slave, you grow up believing your magister means more; you would die for him, often resulting in many slaves to die from their reckless moves…" Gatt elaborates.
"Are you saying? Fennic wants to die?" Horrified, Eve whimpers, tears in her eyes.
"Not necessarily…just…" Gat sighs, turning away troubled.
"We have to get over to help!" Dorian argues.
"Alright let's hurry!" Together, the group rush over as Gat stays anger and disappointment evident in his features, leaving the group then head back, reporting the unsatisfactory news of the broken alliance between the Qun and Inquisition.
Seething, I release a burning growl from my blood boil, noting my marks still glowing brightly as my nose twitches at the heavy stench of iron and copper in the air, glancing down at the numerous bodies of Venatori as the chargers scurry back to check on their own injuries first as heavily, I take in a few shaky breathes, feeling a familiar thick heavy metal substance attempt to crawl up my throat, only for me to surpass it, push it down and grimace as I scowl, feeling a knot of anger and pain form, none of them, none of them were her…
Twitching, my ears perk up at the roar of the waves as I climb down, sliding don sometimes managing to catch my grip with my soles. I land down on the grainy sandy shore of the beach, feeling the smooth texture of the pebbles on my feet as I continue towards the sea, raising a brow at the numerous bodies washed ashore until spotting a familiar purple robed female. Smirking, I approach, hearing the faint groan from her as I look down at the long raven haired woman, her tanned features shining in the eerie sun hiding behind that thick smog of mist as I loom over, arms crossed as slowly her purple hues look up to meet my stoic blue.
"Miss me Veronica…?"
"Disgusting knife ear!" She spits out, iron splattered on the other cheek from her failed spirit as I smirk coyly at the woman in pain.
"Now that isn't nice, is that how you greet an old friend," I smirk, roughly kicking her staff to the side, leaving the abomination helpless as I kneel down.
"You…you'll never be free," She heaves, poison etched into her tone, she sneers at me as I simply sigh.
"I just need info is that so hard?" Sighing, I shake my head.
"Why would I betray my master? What could I get from a low life slave?" She sneers.
"Simple, to live," I answer.
"You promise?" Hopeful, she wheezes.
"Sure…" I shrug.
"Master Denarius grandson, he…" She begins.
"Grandson I thought he didn't have a kid…" I frown.
"No his grandson, he…he is obsessed with you, he wishes for a replacement and so has created an army of slaves to lead his army and protect his home from the Qunari…" She explains.
"I see and where would this place be…?" I ponder.
"I…Hinterland near the cave," She winces as I stamp down on her bloodied torso, hearing the crunching crack of her ribs, making her release a cry of agony as I apply further pressure to the wound.
"Lie. I know the place, you know…" Coldly, my fingertips dive deep into her raven curls making her cry out as I snatch and stretch her raven fibres making her cry out as I slam her head into the water, smirking at her frantic movements, the bubbles bursting from the surface as her nails and arms flail helplessly, attempting to claw at me, only making my smirk widen at the amusing sight. Roughly, I pull up the girl, desperately breathing, taking in huge gulps of air as she glares at me.
"Now then you going to play nice?" I smirk.
"Slut," She hisses out as I once again slam her into the water then pulls her back up.
"Now, now to be a slut I would have wanted it, like I checked crying out in pain, and pleading for someone to stop isn't giving consent, at least offer them some tea first," Cheekily, I smirk as she seethes.
"You said…I gave you information now let me go!"
"Yeah about that…" Loudly, I hear the crack of a bone as I thrust her back into the water only this time as she flails, its slower as I note the crimson seeping into the sea as slowly she goes limp, dead.
Calmly, I stand up only to stagger back and groan at the heavy headache echoing in my mind as I cradle my temple in pain, swaying a bit as suddenly, I feel a rush of iron shoot out from my throat as I collapse to my knees, wincing at another wave of crimson hitting my nostrils and staining the pebbled floor of the coast. Grimacing at the raw acidic pain in my throat, cradling it as I release a gurgle and spit out another iron coat on the floor, droplets of red staining my cheeks as I wheeze, trying to breathe through the shaky breathes of mine, ignoring the beats of fear in my erratic heart as I attempt to breathe through the vomiting.
"Fennic!" Softly, I feel a pair of hands on my face, my body leaning into the warm comforting palm, feeling the gentle yet firm hand softly caress my cheeks, feeling a familiar soft energy flow through me as weakly, my blues meet a familiar pair of concerned glassy amethyst as I smile weakly at Solas, wrapping my arms adorn him, feeling a giddy glee as I smile stupidly at the frowning male.
"Fenedhis, you bloody idiot!" Solas curses his eyes widening at the ruby red liquid staining his features and on the floor.
"We got to get her treated!" Eve reasons.
"I didn't know she would- shit!" Bull scowls, pained at the sight as I feel Solas grip on me tighten as I lazily hug him, smiling and humming goofily, nuzzling into his side.
"You smell nice," I hum lightly earning a few looks of shock.
"You find apostate hobo stench attractive? Maker she really has lost it!" Dorian gasps.
"Hey…you know you're pretty sexy for a bald guy…" I just frowning as I feel my eyelids droop, noting the spots of black as I feel a sudden heaviness in my eyelids as gently, Solas picks me up bridal style as I nuzzle him closer, feeling his lips gently place upon the crown of my temple as I groan, needy holding him…
"Truly, she is not thinking straight," Dorian mutters as Solas sends a brief glare at the male only then to lie down, my grip weakening and my exhaustion growing more and more as just as I am about to be consumed and enter the dark depth of slumber, I hear…
"Hold on…Vhenan… Ar lath ma, vhenan!"