K.C's notes: so I'm on a role with inspiration and I'm going to write it all down before we have to move back into my house next week. The restoration work on my house is almost done, so when i do go home there'll be a lot of work to do and i won't be able to post as much. This chapter will mainly focus on Dorian and Solas Vs. Blackwall. Trigger warnings for bestialisty.
Chapter 11: Liberation and Realisation
Dorian didn't know what had happened at Suledin Keep - why there were no Inquisition soldiers and instead the place was alive with Venatori - but he knew it was bad and that Corypheus must be gaining considerable ground whilst Svetlana was imprisoned. He knew how important the Keep was due to its close proximity to the quarry where the red Tenors used to mine red lyrium. Dorian rushed another set of Venatori before they could finish casting their dorks, flinging them to one side and causing them to hit the stone walls of the Keep and fall unconscious. The body of the dracolisk meant that Dorian was unable to loot the bodies of his fallen foes - because he had no hands - and therefore he was unable to find incriminating evidence about Corypheus's plans. He looked over at the Dracoman, who was bustily goring a red Templar archery to death with his horns, and tried to relay a mental message to the creature. Tried to tell him to loot the bodies. But it was useless...the man-thing didn't even know what hands were let alone how to use them. The Dracoman had already torn off most of Dorian's finely tailored robes in protest at having to go around clothed. It did not realise that public nudity was frowned upon and considered Leeds.
Dustin flicked his eyes up and down the length of the hideous creature's body...HIS OWN body. He looked reasonably good naked. In fact, not just reasonably, he looked dive! He almost forgot about the Venatori mage approaching him from the left until he caught a glimpse of a staff out of the corner of his eye. Acting quickly, Dorian kicked his fellow countryman in the holes and sent him spiralling to his doom over the ramparts of the Jeep. He was disturbed to his very core. Had he... Had he almost allowed himself to be killed whilst fantasizing over his own body?! With a dracolisk head attached?! He shivered inwardly at the wrongness of it all but at the same time...a ripple of evil and depraved pleasure spread through his being. He could complete one of his life's ambitions now that this unfortunate blood-magic related accident had occurred. Have sex with himself. He watched the Dracoman as it chased another red Templar across the Keep and proceeded to launch itself at his nether regions, chomping down hard and sending a fountain of blood from the man's femural artery spraying all over it's ridiculously coloured face. Dorian mused further...He'd have to do something about that face if he was to fulfill his crazy, unnatural desire.
Catching up with the Dracoman after galloping around the Keep slaying Venatori and red Templars, Dorian saw that the creature was distracted by a half dead Venatori agent who was making a poor attempt at crawling away. The Dracoman howled, freed itself from the remainder of Dorian's old robes, and ripped the man in half with its weird horns. It then seemed to become hopelessly distracted by its own lack of a tail, which it only just realised it was lacking as previous to this point it had been clothed. It poked and priced it's rear, but the lack of a tail had obviously shaken the creature to its very core and it began to panic. It ran about snapping at invisible enemies for a while before falling over a hay bale and looking really, really unimpressed. It then realised, in it's feeble draco-equestrian mind, that it DID have a tail after all! It was just attached at the wrong side of its waist! It grabbed Dorian's old penis, dropped it again with a grunt of pain (its first attempt had been too heavy-handed), and then picked it back up again and began to stare at it in wonder. Dorian looked very concerned but also quite turned on by the unique spectacle that was unfolding before hymn.
He continued to gaze at the creature as it investigated his old penis. It was obviously confused at why its tail was so non functional but at the same time it was fascinated by the novelty of rat. The creature began tugging on the discarded piece of man meat and a really distressing hiss of pleasure escaped it's lipstick lips; it's overbite becoming more prominent as it sped up it's ministrations. Dorian began looking around for a bag to put over the Dracoman's head so that he could enjoy the show without its ugly guru face fixing him in it's dead gaze. Flighty behind him, Dorian found a burlap loot sack...emptied the useless loot (malachite) from within...and flung it over the Dracoman's head with one expert flick of his claw-hooves. This distressed the horse-dragon-man-thing to no end and it leapt up, one hand still holding its now erect Orbitz, and began running around Suledin Keep trying to get the bag off of its head. Dorian was starting to snigger at the sight when the creature - attracted by noise - turned and ran straight at him, holding it's 'weapon' and raging. The smirk faded from Dorian's face and he turned his strange dracolisk body in order to gallop away...but the Dracoman launched himself at Dorian's flank and knocked him to the ground with great force and vicious intent. As he flailed around in the floor, his four legs kicking aimlessly, Dorian saw the Dracoman come back into view. The bag had ripped open and was now hanging from one of the thing's horns. It's creepy yellow eyes held malice and evilness. It's Newfoundland penis was still in its hand. Dorian braced himself for the worst...
In the Fallow Mire, Blackwall and Solas's fight was in full swing. It was clear to everyone watching that Solas was dined to failure; Blackwall was swinging him around by his good ear like someone preparing to throw a discus (which was a popular sport amongst the soporati n Tevinter). Dolad was struggling and kicking out like a maniac trying to injury Blackwall and turn his head to bite him in the face. The darkspawn hoarde had begun to flee as they had been so greatly thinned by Leliana's arrows, Iron Bull's great-axe and the mere sight of an angry, abruptious Blackwall! The archdemon spoke to Solas in his bald head, telling him to get free and bugger the sober Grey Warden as soon as possible...or else to flee with the darkspawn so that he could live to bugger another cat. Heeding the archon's command Solas ceased his writhing and fell limp in Blackwall's grasp. The beardy man noticed that his arch nemesis had become still in his beefy arms and stopped swinging his corpse around - he dropped Sofas unceremoniously into the muddy water beside the more disintegrated cart.
"Blackwall you really are a wonder!" Began Leliana as she walked over to the Grey Warden, beheading a stray Genlock with one kick of her shoe. "Is he dead?" she continued. Iron Bull stepped over to take a look at Solas and snorted in disgust as Dolad's now lipless face...before running back in fear as the once-elf's eyes shot open and he began uttering the most high pitched, supersonic noise imaginable! The companions shielded their ears but the sound was so intense that it gave them all nose-bleeds and high boggled. Solas stood, freakish mouth wide, and began to scream the noise of the archdemon at the top of his lungs. He soiled himself with the exertion.
"All is lost... Blackwall, Bull... Let's hurry back to Skyhold and regroup!" Leliana stumbled and re-murdered herself, before getting back to her feet and running away. Blackwall and Ironbull exchanged confused and worried glares before running away after Leliana. It would be a long walk back to Skyhold now that they had no car. But Blackwall was sober and so they could perhaps avoid the issue of taking him to rehab.
At that exact moment, the archdemon descended from the sky and picked up Iron Bull in it's talons. He passed out with shock and pain as the creature disturbed his shattered pelvis and then flew off with him towards the Exalted Plains! Someone else had been kidnapped by Corypheus! But Blackwall and Leliala were so far ahead that they didn't even notice their friend's plight... Naked, injured, and full of mud back in the mire... Dolad laughed a twisted laugh that echoed long into the night. The archon and Corypheus were one step closer to victory!
K.C's notes: Oh no! Now Iron Bull has been kidnapped as well! What will happen when Leliana and Blackwall get back to Skyhold?! Will Josephine get mad at them?! So Borneo still need to go to rehab or is he recovered from his addition now? And what about Dorian? Will he be able to reason with the Dracoman?! Find out soon! Review if you like it please!