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[Avilia]

@Miri - loved it. Is it bad that I wanted to scratch Pounce's belly? Am looking foward to Part 2.


Edit - ToP - This seemed appropriate (and so does me having Tuna for lunch!)



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Modifié par Avilia, 28 octobre 2010 - 03:44 .

[tankgirly]

Miri, I laughed so hard my two younglings now investigating what I am laughing about. XD

[Miri1984]

@Tank - fabulous . And thanks.

[Galagraphia]

Miri, that's hilarious! Well, and now I know Pounce is not posessed by Justice. After your first story about them I was afraid he was

[Miri1984]

No, Justice just visits from time to time. Pounce is a Spirit Warrior Cat!

[sabreene]

@Sarah -- I almost felt sorry for Anders! A beautiful woman rubs against him, but it's his cat! lmao at Angelique's appearance. I hope Velanna changes Pounce back before she has her way with him. her.



@Miri -- I want the second part! Pounce-as-human was too cute. I'm with Avilia, I wanted to rub his belly.



This page needs moar Anders.

[SurelyForth]

I am creatively bankrupt right now, and I can't even play DA due to DLC issues that I don't have the patience for. Still, I hate seeing Anders' thread go so long sans post...

[Galagraphia]

 *hugs Surely* You're a rare guest here and I'm glad to see you and your mr. Smirk 

Hehe, and I finally have Anders in my "Obsession", I've been inking it all day, now I need to color it... But I have a WIP. 

[LupusYondergirl]

Pounce! I love it, Gala!

[Miri1984]

*grabs Surely's muse and nurses it back to health*



Hey, puppy parenthood takes it out of you, I KNOW. Anders understands - he's a pet-parent too.



@Gala - so we've got one more page before Anders shows . HOORAY. I love seeing your WIPs, by the way - I know I've said that before but it truly fascinates me.



Second part of Pants will be done at some time today - I hope. Mrs Toddler coughed all last night (WHY are toddlers just VESSELS FOR DISEASE??) so we haven't had much sleep and I managed to work out the chapter outlines for both fics - there are SOME advantages to forced wakefullness...

[Avilia]

@Gala I'm in awe of your ability to make comics (and art). Thanks for showing us the WIP Heroic Anders with bonus Pounce.

[LupusYondergirl]

Here's my prompt response...

Traumatized

Anders rolled over in bed, pulling the blankets up further and grumbling. "What is that noise?" he muttered.

"Dunno," Maggie replied, still half asleep.

Grumbling, he put the pillow over his head. "What is wrong with them? Are we the only Wardens who sleep?" A high pitched howling sound was echoing through the Keep.

Maggie only responded by way of a snore. Sliding an arm around her waist, Anders replaced his pillow and attempted to get comfortable, vying for space with her and two large dogs. Pounce didn't seem to be curled up in his usual spot near the foot of the bed, though, so at least he had someplace to put his feet. Any attempt at more sleep was denied, since moments after he laid back down chaos erupted.

"Owww," Maggie shouted as a heavy weight dropped onto her. Both dogs jumped to their feet, barking and running across the bed, trampling their owners in the process, and Anders sat up, shocked.

"What?" he said, blinking in convusion.

"Anders," Maggie grumbled, eyes still closed. "I don't know what you're hoping for here, but sitting on my ankles really isn't doing it for me."

"Maggie, wake up," he said, still staring in confusion.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Seriously, would you get off of my ankles? That can't be some strange new turn on for you, can it?"

"Maggie, open your damn eyes."

She did. "What?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Anders said, still sitting next to her where he had been all along. Both of them stared at the boy currently lounging across Maggie's ankles.

"Um… we didn't have a kid and forget, did we?"

"There's a few reasons I'm doubting that theory," Anders said. "Um… kid? Where did you come from?"

At the sound of Anders' voice the child crawled over to him, flopping across his lap. "Rrrrooowww?"

"Maggie, it's… sitting on me."

"So it is," she said, holding the blankets up still.

Anders stared at her. "Well help!" he demanded.

"I have no idea what you think I can do," she said. "I don’t know any more about children than you do!”

“Well, you’re a woman. Aren’t you supposed to know about that sort of thing?”

“And we both know I’m the very model of domesticity,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “I'm just trying not to expose myself to a small child."

Anders took a peek under the blankets. "Oh, hello," he said, reaching over.

"Small child," Maggie reminded him.

"Right," he said. Grabbing his robes from the floor, Anders pulled them over his head and climbed out from under the boy. "Come on, kid," he muttered. The boy only rolled onto his back and said "meow?"

"Maker's breath, it's like trying to talk to Ser Pounce," he muttered, grabbing the boy under an arm and bringing him in the other room. A moment later Maggie joined him, now dressed, to see the boy crawling around on the floor while Anders stood, leaning against a wall and watching in confusion.

"We should, um, find out where he came from."

"Here's the thing," Anders said. "Our door? Still locked."

"Even the bolt?"

"Even the bolt," he confirmed.

She shook her head and ordered the dogs to sit. Both were circling the boy and growling. "Well, a naked child doesn't just… materialize from nowhere."

Anders chuckled, walking over and putting his arms around Maggie. "Look honey, the good fade spirits did send us a kid!"

"Can we ask them to take it back?" she snickered. "It was clearly sent to the wrong place. I mean, I don't even think we've been sleeping together long enough to have a kid that old, we can't actually have kids, and even if we could, he's an elf. "

"He does have green eyes like you, though," Anders said, laughing.

"Maker's breath, Fade spirits did not send us a child." She groaned. "Be serious. Where did he come from? And why is he naked?"

"I don't know!" Anders said. "I'm going to get him some clothes."

"From where?"

"Oghren?" Anders said, shrugging. He returned a moment later with a pair of pants and attempted to wrestle them onto the child. "Would you cooperate?" Anders demanded. The boy only kicked at him, hissing.

"I know I said I’m not exactly an expert on children, but is this, um, even remotely normal?" Maggie was watching with concern as Anders dodged the boy's fingers, which were attempting to claw at his face.

"No," Anders said. "I mean, I don't think so. It's like he thinks he's a cat," Anders muttered. "And a kid this age should be able to talk."

She sighed, sitting on the arm of a chair. "Speaking of, where is the cat?"

"No idea, but I found this," Anders said, standing up now that the boy was at least wearing pants. He continued to make howling noises, rolling around and attempting to push them off himself. "His collar."

"Broken?" Maggie said as Anders held up the brightly woven collar, bell tinkling. It was quite clearly ripped.

"So it seems."

As if on cue, an orange cat ran into the room and began darting frantically from Anders to Maggie. "There you are," she said.

"Um, Maggie," Anders said, looking at her. "Something isn't right here."

"You think?" she replied with a roll of her eyes.

"More than that," he said, sounding exasperated. "Do you remember my cat being a mage? Because I sure don't!"

Dropping to her knees, Maggie reached out for the cat, he jumped into her arms. "Right," she said, patting the cat on the head and setting him in a chair. "I'm going to get Ronan."

Anders sighed, watching the boy and the cat, shaking his head. Maggie returned a moment later, one of the younger Wardens following behind her. He had been a templar in his previous life, and still had the skills of his old job.
"Dispel any magic in this room," she said. "Actually, wait." Maggie disappeared into the bedroom, returning with a spare blanket, which she tossed over the cat. "Now do it."

She and Anders shuddered as Ronan called on his templar skills, skin crawling. The room briefly filled with white light. There was a strange popping sound and the boy was gone. A few seconds later a cat crawled out from inside the pants on the floor.

"What did you do?" Anders demanded, looking at the naked mage sitting on the chair under the blanket.

"Um… I was practicing shapeshifting…" Aedan began. "And then Pounce took off through your cat door, so I tried to turn myself back to normal."

Maggie sighed. "You tried to cast a spell to turn yourself from a cat to an elf instead of just trying to undo the cat spell, didn't you?"

"Maybe?" the young Warden said, blushing and holding the blanket around his waist. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."

"It's not me you've traumatized," she said.

"I'm fairly traumatized," Anders said, sounding annoyed. "You turned my cat into a child. And the child went and jumped on our bed!"

"I'm sorry!" Aedan repeated.

"Just go get dressed," Maggie said with a sigh. Aedan walked out, wrapped in a blanket, followed by a hysterically laughing Ronan.

"I just can't figure out why he ended up a kid."

"Because the spell didn't specify an age," she said. "And since Aedan isn't really a cat it just acted on the nearest thing that was. Ser Pounce is only five."

Anders sighed again, bending over to try and pick up the cat. Ser Pounce a Lot looked up at him and hissed, darting under a chair where he gazed warily at both of them. "Oh fantastic," he muttered. "He actually is traumatized. Well, this has ruined my entire day. I'm going to go find Oghren." Anders started to leave.

"Hey," Maggie called after him. "You forgot his pants!"

Anders turned back, grabbing them. "Not why I was looking for him, but might as well take care of that, too." As he disappeared down the hall Maggie could hear him shout "hey dwarf, let's drink to forget!"

Glancing back at the cat who offered another vicious hiss, she headed out of the room. "Wait for me," Maggie called, running down the hall.

[tankgirly]

SurelyForth wrote...

I am creatively bankrupt right now, and I can't even play DA due to DLC issues that I don't have the patience for. Still, I hate seeing Anders' thread go so long sans post...

Gosh, I missed this one so much! Been searching this thread up and down for this.

Tank

[tankgirly]

Galagraphia wrote...

 *hugs Surely* You're a rare guest here and I'm glad to see you and your mr. Smirk 

Hehe, and I finally have Anders in my "Obsession", I've been inking it all day, now I need to color it... But I have a WIP. 

OOOh, I spotted the Mother!


And Lupus, fantastic read! I throughly enjoy it!

Tank

Modifié par tankgirly, 28 octobre 2010 - 10:03 .

[Sarah1281]

@Lupus: Aw, poor Ser Pounce. Nice explanation for how that ended up happening.

[Avilia]

@Lupus - Poor Pounce - I think he needs to drink to forget ;-) I like that he was an elf and a child. Great fun

[Galagraphia]

 Thanks, guys!

@Miri, you won't have to wait, because I will upload them all together. Actually it's just a flashback, real Anders will appear in the 3rd chapter, I guess. And also in the 4th and in epilogue. I can't live without him And another WIP. I hope I'll finish it tomorrow.

@Lupus, lmao, the child sent from the Fade! It was so cute!  Awww 

[Miri1984]

@Lupus - great stuff. I hope Ser Pounce recovers. Many fishy treats are needed I believe.



@Gala - cant wait to see the dynamic between Rhia, Anders and Cullen!

[LupusYondergirl]

Thanks, everyone!

@Gala- from one of the Wynne/Alistair banters it seems like the fade spirits thing is a Ferelden equivalent of stories about the stork. I've been looking for an excuse to reference that.

[Miri1984]

There could be even more of this - I'm loving human Pounce, and we haven't even got to the kitchen yet - but for now it's done.

Pants for a Day Part 2

Getting him dressed was more difficult than they thought it would be. If either of them accidentally touched him he would rub against their hands. Cat, she had to keep reminding herself, even though the skin was smooth and firm and gave off far too much heat. He's a cat Neria. A CAT. At one stage the man butted his face against Anders' and let out a sound that was probably meant to be a purr but ended up sounding like... 


... well Neria had never seen Anders blush that red. 


"Pounce!" Anders squawked, stepping back from lacing up the pants they'd finally managed to get on him. The former cat blinked at him, his face blank. 


"Fish," he said again. 


"Shoes?" Anders looked at Neria. She shook her head.


"Can you imagine how hard it will be to get them on him? Besides, we're not taking him outside, just down to the kitchen."


"Fine. Let's go."


Pounce seemed quite happy to follow them, the promise of fish seemed to keep his interest and, Neria thought, he always followed Anders any way. He kept looking back at her and grinning - making sure she was following them, she supposed. He did always seem happier when the two of them stuck close together.


Keeping track of his family, she guessed.


Pounce got more and more excited the closer he got to the kitchen. He weaved around the two of them, rubbing against them both in ways that were extremely distracting. Neria could see Anders losing patience. "Personal space Pounce!" he cried eventually, after Pounce had stopped right in front of him. Neria couldn't see exactly what had triggered the outburst, but she guessed Pounce had been rubbing against things he shouldn't. 


"Give him a break, Anders," Neria said, and she couldn't help smiling. "He's only doing exactly what he would be doing if he was normal."


"Yes. I know. Don't remind me. Because now every time he does it as a cat I'm going to be traumatised."


"A cat?" a smooth voice greeted them. They were in the kitchen courtyard - amongst the scraps and detritus that came from feeding so many wardens.


"Oh, Andraste's ******," Anders breathed as Zevran stepped out of the shadows. Pounce turned to the new arrival and Neria could see a feral light kindle in the green eyes.


Normally, Zevran and Pounce got along just fine. The cat would accept food from him, and although he wouldn't suffer to be stroked by the elf, that wasn't unusual. Out of all the wardens only Neria and Oghren had that privilege. But something had changed.


"Oh, miei cari amici," Zevran breathed, his amber gaze traveling up and down Pounce's form like a caress. "What have you found?"


Pounce had moved towards Zevran and was circling him. Neria had seen Pounce do this as a cat with new toms - it was bizarre to see it transferred into the human form. Anders looked at her with panic in his eyes. They both knew Zevran well enough to know that he wasn't threatening Pounce - the furthest thing from it in fact - but it was obvious that Pounce didn't see the elf's interest in the same light.


Zevran was matching Pounce's moves and Neria had a moment to admire the way they both moved - smooth and sleek and oozing competence. She could see perfectly well why Sigrun was so taken with the former assassin.


"I really, really wouldn't, Zevran," Anders said. 


"Wouldn't what, my handsome mage?" Zevran said, never taking his eyes from Pounce. 


"He doesn't swing that way, I'm afraid," Anders continued, and there was a slight smirk in his tone now. Neria wondered what he was thinking. 


"Surely you should let the man decide for himself, Anders," Zevran said.


"What about Sigrun?" Neria said.


"I have no doubt the delectable commander would be just as taken with your friend as I am," Zevran said. "I had no intention of keeping him to myself."


Pounce opened his mouth in a snarl. "Threat," he growled. "Fight."


Zevran raised an eyebrow. "You wish to fight me?" he said, then tutted. "Well, not precisely what I had in mind..."


"Zevran, it's Pounce," Anders said. 


Zevran stopped and turned to look at Anders in surprise. "What?" 


Pounce moved so quickly she almost didn't see him, but Zevran was suddenly face down in the muck of the courtyard with the former cat on his back. Pounce didn't seem at all confused by his lack of claws or sharp teeth, instead he had the assassins hair firmly grasped in one hand, pulling Zevran's face up towards his own. 


"Give," the cat growled. 


"My dear man, I would gladly, but I do not know what you wish..." Pounce jerked the elf's head back even further and Neria saw him flinch.


"Give. In."


"I think he means yield, Zev," Anders said, and there was a tinge of worry in his voice.


"I must confess to being a little confused..." Zevran said. "In a good way, I am sure, but..."


Pounce bared his teeth and the sound he was emitting was chilling. "Zevran, I strongly suggest you do as he asks," Anders said. "There's a reason why there are no other tomcats at the Vigil."


"Are you not this cat's master Anders?" Zevran asked, panting slightly now. 


"Even Anders never gets in the middle when Pounce thinks his dominance is threatened, Zev," Neria said.


"Oh, very well," Zevran said, and went limp, all struggle leaking out of him. "I yield to you, Ser-Pounce-A-Lot. I give in."


The cat grinned and released Zevran's head, leaping backwards gracefully. The Antivan delicately got to his feet, brushing himself down. When he was satisfied with his appearance he looked at the two mages, then at Pounce, and sighed lustily.


"How long will he be thus?" Zevran asked. 


"Just for the day," Neria said hastily.


"Pity," he said, eyeing Pounce again. The cat hissed.


Once the assassin had left, Pounce smiled and rushed to Anders, rubbing his face in the mage's chest and letting loose a purr. "Pounce wins," he said. "Master pleased?"


Anders lifted his hands hesitantly, then brought them down on the cat's shoulders before awkwardly patting him on the head. "Yes, Pounce. I'm very, very pleased with you. Now..."


Pounce looked up at Anders, his face and eyes full of adoration. "Fish?"


Anders sighed. "All right, Pounce. Fish." 


Neria chuckled as she watched the two men enter the kitchen. It was going to be an interesting day.
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Modifié par Miri1984, 29 octobre 2010 - 12:27 .

[LupusYondergirl]

"Pounce wins,"

DYING.
:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

Modifié par LupusYondergirl, 29 octobre 2010 - 12:37 .

[Sarah1281]

@Miri: I'm not sure whether to be sorry for Zevran or not. Most amusing.

[Miri1984]

@Lupus, yes, much as I love Zev, there was never any doubt who was going to win in THAT encounter.



@Sarah - I don't think Zev minded

[tankgirly]

Miri, gosh, this time I have the privilege to be in stitches without interruptions, but it's still damn funny!



My poor, poor Zev. (pat Zevran's head). Got beaten by a cat.



Tank

[Miri1984]

@Tankgirly Yes, poor Zev. It certainly wasn't the tussle HE had in mind! And thanks!