haven's walls stretched far, but it did NOT mean that everyone within was unknown. he wasn't surprised that the inquisition had garnered enough traction to get other cities involved such as kirkwall, seeing as though the power of the inquisition was steadily growing, rivaling those of most cities and settlements.
that being said, it still surprised fenris that he would KNOW someone so close to his inner circle. sure, it wasn't anders or merrill, not even hawke ; yet, it was someone whom they had certainly encountered before. he NEVER forgot a face, especially when it came to those who have crossed him before.
" i suppose the INQUISITION is the next best place to harbor mages and elves... especially the dangerous, illegal ones. "
he paused for a moment, before questioning the other. " did you fight during the rebellion ? "
he gave her a LOOK -- confusion, perhaps ? the mages who didn't understand the term apostates were normally those who lived far from the chantry's reach. namely, the kocari wilds, or perhaps someplace even more remote.
that still didn't change the fact that she was a mage most dangerous of all: one with untamed, brewing magic underneath. these were the ones who simply DIDN'T know what they were capable of. a blank canvas, a new mold ; ready to be shaped by the world around them.
" it matters because i need to know if the men after you are truly illegal as you claim they are, " he states, sensing the other's apprehensiveness. " i cannot afford to draw the attention of TEMPLARS. the question is more for my sake rather than yours. "
he had been lucky to live this long in kirkwall with only as far as a couple of JUDGMENTAL glances.
he sheathed his sword, his aggressive approach recognized in an attempt to shut it down. " i apologize. i do not mean to come across as confrontational-- but i will not fight a losing battle against the templars. "
the men... didn't LOOK like templars, but they could very much well be hired mercenaries by the mage hunters. either way, he felt like he DESERVED answers. or, rather, NEEDED them.
she couldn't have escaped from the circle, as she stated she hardly could control her powers... yet, she had managed to evade being sent off as a child the moment her abilities manifested. something wasn't RIGHT and he felt it.
pester them about any of the relationships you've seen them in, things they like, things you've seen them do before, etc! make it physical, verbal, or something else ... tease them about anything about them, really! do not send with malicious intent unless given the okay by a mun!
kirkwall had its fair share of mercenaries and bounty hunters, both of which fenris was plenty accustomed with. being left behind hawke's DEEP ROADS expedition, he needed some way to make a living ; what else to do, than to do something he was already used to ? being someone's BODYGUARD ?
however, now he's beginning to REGRET accepting the contract.
the stench of burnt HAIR and FLESH was unavoidable as he loomed over the disfigured corpses, but that did not cause his gaze to falter from the woman. he feels deceived, BETRAYED , even.
what kind of mage is this one ? strong-willed, unwavering, like hawke ? or weak, like anders ?
it was a jab, a twist, then PULL after the assassin's blade sank into his flesh. his poor beating heart continued to beat loudly in his ears, the adrenaline in his veins now oozing out of his wounds as quickly as the fight had begun. he had to force himself to stand -- to keep standing, don't fall, don't fall -- but when he looked at his palms, RED, RED with blood ...
he's collapsing. and he can't help but grimace as he tried to break his own fall.
thump, thump, thump -- the sound of his heart grew over the fight, which he had now become a simple audience of. she's saying something, yet he's unsure, though has enough sense to MIMIC her as he kept low.
with the magical EXPLOSION, the fight was over.
collapsing from his knees with his spine on rocks, the continuing thump thump thump in his ears; he's seeing the other's mouth move yet the words are faint. his eyes are fighting to close, like exhaustion during night watch, but he's fighting against it.
he was no stranger when it came to flirting with DEATH .
❝ deep wound, ❞ he manages to breathe out, knowing he ought to keep his HAND on the gushing wound. ❝ my pack... supplies... ❞
starter post! like this if you're interested in a starter from fenris! if you're a multimuse, specify what muse. if you have a wishlist, let me know if you'd like for me to do something specific! fenris is here and ready to mingle