I finally finished my prompt. I have been kicking around a bunch of werewolf stories and this is the one I finally finished. I apologize for the length.
Werewolves of Lowtown
(Yep blatant Warren Zevon reference)
It’s late at night in the Hanged Man. The Tuesday night regulars are gathered around the center tables while Varric spins his tales. Fenris slides inconspicuously into the tavern. He takes a seat in a corner table, behind Varric, where he can still clearly hear the dwarf speak.
Varric: Once perched upon the rooftop, the Hawkewolf turned her menacing gaze upon the unsuspecting crowd below. The Hawkewolf was so engrossed in selecting her prey that she was completely oblivious to the stealthy approach of the Little Wolf. The elf raised and lowered one tautly muscled arm the giving the agreed upon signal. The voluptuous guard captain shook her red tresses out of her way and began the process of herding people out of the area. The Rebel drew in his will and prepared to unleash a spell to paralyze the creature if necessary. Also on the rooftop in complete concealment was everybody’s favorite the Sultry Sea Dog. She crouched on the other side of the roof’s peak a tiny dagger laced with a paralyzing potion clutched in one hand, ready to aid Little Wolf should the need arise. The Arrow readied his trusty crossbow. He sighted upon the beast ready to trap her with a pinning shot.
The Hawkewolf’s fur bristled with fury seeing her potential prey being lead to safety. Before the great beast could pounce, Little Wolf’s battle cry pierced the night drawing Hawkewolf’s attention to him. Howling she wheeled towards the sound her red glowing eyes falling upon the shimmering blue form of Little Wolf. With the swiftness of a mabari eating its supper, she lunged towards him. The beast was almost upon the elven warrior when the Rebel’s spell hit her.
Little Wolf raced forward to prevent his love, transformed into this monster, from falling off the roof. He pressed his lean body over her then eight foot frame, both stopping her fall, and he prayed pinning her. With one hand he opened the wine flask which hung around his neck and poured the antidote into her mouth. But before the cure could fully take effect the Rebel’s spell wore off. The Hawkewolf fixed her gaze upon Little Wolf’s neck thinking to rip his throat out. The beast writhed trying to make her strike. At this moment, Little Wolf spoke saying, “Hawke my love it is I Little Wolf here to rescue from this horrible curse.”
Hawkewolf’s gaze turned from the elf’s throat to his face. In an instant her eyes met his and she fell into them transfixed. Her body shuddered as the transformation began. Little Wolf continued to hold her down until the beast beneath him was the naked shivering form of his love. He leaned his face down and gave her a desperate passionate kiss.
Varric paused to take swig of ale from his mug.
Female Patron: You can’t stop now. It’s just getting to the good part.
Several patrons murmured their agreement. Varric chuckled and then choked as he heard a familiar voice behind him.
Fenris: Yes, please, by all means continue.
Varric quickly glanced over his shoulder to see Fenris staring at him with one eyebrow arched.
Varric: Then Little Wolf called to his companions that Hawke was safe and asked if one of them could please fetch a blanket. That is the story of Little Wolf and the Hawkewolf.
Patron: That’s not how I remember the story ending.
Varric: That’s how it is ending tonight.
Varric turned to Fenris.
Fenris: That’s not how I remember it either.
Varric: My usual ending is much better.
Fenris (chuckling): So I have been told.
Modifié par Cawti35, 08 juillet 2011 - 02:57 .
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Girls always have a soft spot on bad boys. 
) He used to give me tons of crap about Alistair, but hasn't had much to say about Fenris, really, other than the "here we go again" eyeroll. 
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