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V) Fenris
"Venhedis!" Fenris roared, throwing bottle after empty bottle at the walls of his mansion. "Fasta vass!" When the bottles were gone, he started on the furniture, overturning it and throwing it about the room.
Finally, he stood in the centre of the room, breathing heavily and staring at the devastation he had caused.
It brought him no pleasure. Instead, it sickened him, and with a strangled sob, he fell onto his bed and buried his face into the pillows as hot salty tears began to run down his cheeks. He hated the fact that he cried, but at least no one else was around to see his weakness.
'Oh Hawke...' he thought sorrowfully. There was so much that had remained unsaid between them, and now it might be too late. They had never discussed what had happened that night, and now...
Fenris burrowed even further into his pillows as a fresh wave of sobs racked his body.
'Please do not die Hawke' he thought. 'I couldn't bear it...'