The Official Fenris Discussion thread
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#9201
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 09:36
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For those who was on the certain livestream earlier, this is what it was....
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#9202
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 09:57
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I love it. :'DMargaret_TheElf wrote...
Prompt theme: Freedom
.......Not So Serious (was going to color whole thing; only felt like coloring shark.)
#9203
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:05
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Ramante wrote...
I love it. :'DMargaret_TheElf wrote...
Prompt theme: Freedom
.......Not So Serious (was going to color whole thing; only felt like coloring shark.)
Anna0_o approves +30
#9204
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:15
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tankgirly wrote...
For those who was on the certain livestream earlier, this is what it was....
I agree with lady Hawke! <3
*wonders if she should put it on the first page or not*
#9206
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:21
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tankgirly wrote...
@ankuu, as linky, perhaps.
Yeah...and with a huge warning :innocent:We don't want to scare away people.
Edit:
Bah! You know what? It's the art that should be appreciated. Ancient greeks had naked statues all over the place. It's weird how we advanced in time and became ashamed.
Modifié par ankuu, 18 janvier 2011 - 10:23 .
#9207
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:22
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Cuz that would be bad...ankuu wrote...
tankgirly wrote...
@ankuu, as linky, perhaps.
Yeah...and with a huge warning :innocent:We don't want to scare away people.
#9208
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:51
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Okay here's my addition to this week's prompt. I know there are probably some grammar errors and other things but it's almost 6AM because I couldn't stop writing this so It is what it is.
This includes 2 prompts: Rain and Freedom
His eyes opened at the the sound of the
rain making large, flat notes on the durable canvas of his tent,
pulling him from his silent meditation into lucid consciousness.
Slow, intermittent drops hit at random before increasing in number
and frequency into a steady downpour of rain. He should have been
sleeping, or at least trying to get as close to true sleep as he
possibly could. Yet, such a thing was impossible for him; he could
not remember ever having a peaceful or comfortable night's sleep for
the constant threat that always weighed on his mind was too heavy to
ever achieve rest.
He sat up as the rain increased in
strength and continued to pour down incessantly. The sound it made
was naturally melodic and strangely comforting to his discontented
mind. It drowned out the swirling thoughts until there was nothing
but the rain and his breathing. For a few precious moments there was
only oblivion.
Without consciously meaning to he
rose from his bed and walked out into the open rain, acting on the
need he felt to be out from the suffocating enclosure of his tent and
into the open air. He looked up to the dark sky, blinking against the
wet, cold drops that hit his face and arms. His warm skin cooled at
their contact and the sensation brought him back to alert
consciousness. The rare humid weather they had been experiencing the
past few days had dissipated from the rain and the air had become
cool and crisp. A chill ran up his spine, causing him to notably
shiver as his wet hair began to curl, hanging in obscuring clumps
before his eyes and sticking to the back of his neck and face. He
closed his eyes, running his hands through his hair and causing it to
lay haphazardly as he lifted it away from his line of sight. When he
opened his eyes he froze, his eyes widening and his breath catching
in his throat at what he saw before him.
The Lady Hawke was in front of him,
facing away as she stood a few paces from her own tent situated off
to the right and front of his own, her arms outstretched and face
upturned to the down-pouring rain. Her eyes were closed, a contented
smile on her lips, as the rain ran down her face, her neck, her
shoulders and her outstretched arms. It dripped from her wet hair
that was plastered to her forehead and neck, making patterns against
her skin. She spun once, twice, and then her arms moved from her
sides to above her head, her hands moved down her face and neck
before she ran her hands through her damp hair just has he had done
to his own moments before. She was still for a moment before she
opened her eyes before turning to pick up the heavy cloak she had
shed for the lighter clothing she presently wore. She stopped
suddenly, a surprised look on her face, when her eyes met his.
He had always found her features
pleasant to look at; he supposed she probably was considered a beauty
by most, though he doubted she cared much for such things. Her
physical appearance did not go unnoticed by others, despite how she
felt about the topic. In the short time since they joined causes,
whenever he had overheard someone complimenting her they usually
commented on the luxuriousness of her hair or the shapeliness of her
figure. But the feature that he personally found to be the most
stunning, however, was the particular color and luminescent quality
of her eyes. It was those eyes he found presently staring into his
own with matched intensity.
Her mouth moved as she moved towards
him then, her features becoming more clear and defined as he could
now see the telltale concern lines on her brow, the slight pull of
her lips downwards in a frown of worry. He could see, through the
rain that threatened to obscure his view, the quick movements of
those arresting eyes as they flicked here, there and all around,
looking for some sign for need of her concern, before their gaze
returned to rest on his face, returned to peer into his still widened
eyes.
He received sudden clarity as an
overwhelming and violent flash of sensation went through him, rocking
him out of his daze and causing him to back away a few paces with
unbelievable speed. His body quickly formed an instinctual defensive
posture as his breath escaped quickly through his gritted teeth in a
low hiss. He lifted his eyes to see the shocked and concerned look on
Hawke's face and immediately realized what had happened.
She had seem him standing in the rain
wide eyed and still, she had called to him, though while deep in his
own thoughts he had not heard her, had not recognized that she was
speaking to him. She moved towards him, perhaps to see him better,
perhaps to see if all was well. Then, because she had grown concerned
and because it was a natural thing to her, she had touched his arm
and the sensation had violently ripped through his body and shocked
him. His reaction had shocked her in return and the look she now gave
him, one that was was mix of unease and hesitation, was unbearable to
him.
“Fenris?” Her voice was
unusually tentative but still strong, unwavering, with the familiar
timbre that he had grown to recognize, to appreciate. “Are
you....is everything...did I...”
“Yes, Yes, of course.” He spoke,
his voice steadier than he thought, as he recovered his posture so
that he was standing upright and not slightly crouched as if poised
to attack. “Everything is well, Lady.” He was silent for a
moment, trying to calm the edginess he felt within. Her expression
turned from one of apprehension to that of questioning, as if she did
not quite believe that everything was indeed well. It seemed as if
she needed more information to be convinced and so to be able to
avoid further discussion on what had transpired. “I had wanted to
see the rain.” He said matter of factly, as if that explained
everything. She studied him for a moment before her expression
lightened some, though the look of concern never completely left her
face.
“I had wanted to see the rain as
well...” She said softly, her gaze moving off of him as she looked
at the rain that still came down around them, though it seemed to
have lightened from its previous intensity.
“If that is all...” He started as
he moved to return to his tent but stopped at the sound of his name
once more.
“Fenris!” She said louder than
before, stopping him from leaving. A moment of silence passed between
the before he turned back to face her, his expression emotionless.
“Yes, Lady?” He said without
inflection in his voice though he was concerned, he did not know what
more she could want to say to him.
“Fenris...”she began, her
expression uneasy as she played with her hands in front of her as she
spoke. “I hope you understand...I mean, I hope you know that,
well....” she closed her eyes suddenly, taking a deep breath before
beginning again. “I am very grateful that you choose to join
m-us...that you chose to join us on our cause. I have agreed to help
with your cause in anyway that I can and I will keep that promise,
but I hope you know that I have no hold on you, that you are free to
come and go as you please if you so choose it.” His eyes widened as
she spoke, her words were incredulous to him.
“I...I do not understand. Do you not
wish to hold me to our accord as I plan to hold you to it? Or do you
mean to break the accord altogether...”
“No! No, no....”She said suddenly,
interrupting him. He noticed she was playing with her hands once
again. “I'm not saying it right. What I mean to say is, that I hope
you understand ...that you're free to choose whether or not you want
to stay with us, however long you with to stay with us...” She saw
the look of confusion was still on his face and began again. “I'm
saying that what we have is an accord among comrades, and, I hope, an
accord among friends.”
“...Friends?”
Friends. The word felt
strange to him. He understood what it meant, two people having a bond
based on mutual respect and trust for the other. He, however, had
never had someone he felt he could have such a bond with, at least,
not since he awoke having no memory of himself whatsoever.
“Yes,
friends. I want you to chose to stay here in honor our accord because
you chose to and not because you feel like you have to or must do so.
You have the freedom to chose how to you live your life as all of us
do, its your freedom to do so. I just wanted to be sure that you
understood.” His mind was reeling. Freedom? Yes, he understood that
now he escaped the Magister that his life was his own. When he joined
the Lady Hawke and her companions he chose to do so out of their
mutual accord. But did he ever feel as if he was being coherced to do
so? No, the Lady Hawke and the Magister were as different as day and
night. He stayed because he respected her, respected her cause. She
had helped him, put herself in danger, when she didn't have to, he
respected her...there was no one else he respected or trusted more.
“Friends.”He
spoke the word again, it still felt foreign to him, odd to hear it
rolling off of his tongue. “Yes. I stay here because I chose to. We
have an accord, we are friends, Lady.” He said seriously and when
he saw her face brighten with such happiness from just a few simple
words from him he felt a rush of a foreign emotion that cause his
chest to tighten as if his heart was trapped in a vice.
“Hawke.”
She said simply and when she saw the look of confusion that crossed
his face she explained further. “We are friends, Fenris, so please
call me Hawke as everyone else does.” He was silent for a moment,
as if he were struggling with something, before answering.
“Hawke,
then.” Her smile brightened further and he felt the invisible vice
that was gripping his heart squeeze down harder.
He
saw her hand move towards him, as if to touch his arm again, but she
stopped mid motion and pulled back, plastering her hand to her side,
an unreadable expression crossing her face. He began to say
something, he wasn't certain exactly what he would have said, but he
was silenced when she spoke first.
“Look
at us standing here in the rain. Forgive me for prattling on, we have
a long journey tomorrow.” She turned as started towards her tent
before stopping suddenly and turning her head back towards him.
“Sleep well, Fenris.” She said softly before she entered her tent
and disappeared from his sight.
He
stared at where she had stood for a few heartbeats. “Goodnight-”
He paused. There was a name on his lips, the name that he wished to
call her. It was not, Hawke, the name she had asked him to call her,
that name wasn't personal to her alone as she shared it with her
sibling that traveled with the group. No, the name he said was
delicate and lovely to his ears. He loved the way the word rolled off
his tongue, slightly changed by his unmistakeable accent, but
wonderful just the same. It was that name that he whispered before he
fell into one of the most restful night's sleep he could ever
remember.
Ugh, I know, it was long. And I'm not completely happy with it, but it is what it is.
Hope you like it <3
This includes 2 prompts: Rain and Freedom
His eyes opened at the the sound of the
rain making large, flat notes on the durable canvas of his tent,
pulling him from his silent meditation into lucid consciousness.
Slow, intermittent drops hit at random before increasing in number
and frequency into a steady downpour of rain. He should have been
sleeping, or at least trying to get as close to true sleep as he
possibly could. Yet, such a thing was impossible for him; he could
not remember ever having a peaceful or comfortable night's sleep for
the constant threat that always weighed on his mind was too heavy to
ever achieve rest.
He sat up as the rain increased in
strength and continued to pour down incessantly. The sound it made
was naturally melodic and strangely comforting to his discontented
mind. It drowned out the swirling thoughts until there was nothing
but the rain and his breathing. For a few precious moments there was
only oblivion.
Without consciously meaning to he
rose from his bed and walked out into the open rain, acting on the
need he felt to be out from the suffocating enclosure of his tent and
into the open air. He looked up to the dark sky, blinking against the
wet, cold drops that hit his face and arms. His warm skin cooled at
their contact and the sensation brought him back to alert
consciousness. The rare humid weather they had been experiencing the
past few days had dissipated from the rain and the air had become
cool and crisp. A chill ran up his spine, causing him to notably
shiver as his wet hair began to curl, hanging in obscuring clumps
before his eyes and sticking to the back of his neck and face. He
closed his eyes, running his hands through his hair and causing it to
lay haphazardly as he lifted it away from his line of sight. When he
opened his eyes he froze, his eyes widening and his breath catching
in his throat at what he saw before him.
The Lady Hawke was in front of him,
facing away as she stood a few paces from her own tent situated off
to the right and front of his own, her arms outstretched and face
upturned to the down-pouring rain. Her eyes were closed, a contented
smile on her lips, as the rain ran down her face, her neck, her
shoulders and her outstretched arms. It dripped from her wet hair
that was plastered to her forehead and neck, making patterns against
her skin. She spun once, twice, and then her arms moved from her
sides to above her head, her hands moved down her face and neck
before she ran her hands through her damp hair just has he had done
to his own moments before. She was still for a moment before she
opened her eyes before turning to pick up the heavy cloak she had
shed for the lighter clothing she presently wore. She stopped
suddenly, a surprised look on her face, when her eyes met his.
He had always found her features
pleasant to look at; he supposed she probably was considered a beauty
by most, though he doubted she cared much for such things. Her
physical appearance did not go unnoticed by others, despite how she
felt about the topic. In the short time since they joined causes,
whenever he had overheard someone complimenting her they usually
commented on the luxuriousness of her hair or the shapeliness of her
figure. But the feature that he personally found to be the most
stunning, however, was the particular color and luminescent quality
of her eyes. It was those eyes he found presently staring into his
own with matched intensity.
Her mouth moved as she moved towards
him then, her features becoming more clear and defined as he could
now see the telltale concern lines on her brow, the slight pull of
her lips downwards in a frown of worry. He could see, through the
rain that threatened to obscure his view, the quick movements of
those arresting eyes as they flicked here, there and all around,
looking for some sign for need of her concern, before their gaze
returned to rest on his face, returned to peer into his still widened
eyes.
He received sudden clarity as an
overwhelming and violent flash of sensation went through him, rocking
him out of his daze and causing him to back away a few paces with
unbelievable speed. His body quickly formed an instinctual defensive
posture as his breath escaped quickly through his gritted teeth in a
low hiss. He lifted his eyes to see the shocked and concerned look on
Hawke's face and immediately realized what had happened.
She had seem him standing in the rain
wide eyed and still, she had called to him, though while deep in his
own thoughts he had not heard her, had not recognized that she was
speaking to him. She moved towards him, perhaps to see him better,
perhaps to see if all was well. Then, because she had grown concerned
and because it was a natural thing to her, she had touched his arm
and the sensation had violently ripped through his body and shocked
him. His reaction had shocked her in return and the look she now gave
him, one that was was mix of unease and hesitation, was unbearable to
him.
“Fenris?” Her voice was
unusually tentative but still strong, unwavering, with the familiar
timbre that he had grown to recognize, to appreciate. “Are
you....is everything...did I...”
“Yes, Yes, of course.” He spoke,
his voice steadier than he thought, as he recovered his posture so
that he was standing upright and not slightly crouched as if poised
to attack. “Everything is well, Lady.” He was silent for a
moment, trying to calm the edginess he felt within. Her expression
turned from one of apprehension to that of questioning, as if she did
not quite believe that everything was indeed well. It seemed as if
she needed more information to be convinced and so to be able to
avoid further discussion on what had transpired. “I had wanted to
see the rain.” He said matter of factly, as if that explained
everything. She studied him for a moment before her expression
lightened some, though the look of concern never completely left her
face.
“I had wanted to see the rain as
well...” She said softly, her gaze moving off of him as she looked
at the rain that still came down around them, though it seemed to
have lightened from its previous intensity.
“If that is all...” He started as
he moved to return to his tent but stopped at the sound of his name
once more.
“Fenris!” She said louder than
before, stopping him from leaving. A moment of silence passed between
the before he turned back to face her, his expression emotionless.
“Yes, Lady?” He said without
inflection in his voice though he was concerned, he did not know what
more she could want to say to him.
“Fenris...”she began, her
expression uneasy as she played with her hands in front of her as she
spoke. “I hope you understand...I mean, I hope you know that,
well....” she closed her eyes suddenly, taking a deep breath before
beginning again. “I am very grateful that you choose to join
m-us...that you chose to join us on our cause. I have agreed to help
with your cause in anyway that I can and I will keep that promise,
but I hope you know that I have no hold on you, that you are free to
come and go as you please if you so choose it.” His eyes widened as
she spoke, her words were incredulous to him.
“I...I do not understand. Do you not
wish to hold me to our accord as I plan to hold you to it? Or do you
mean to break the accord altogether...”
“No! No, no....”She said suddenly,
interrupting him. He noticed she was playing with her hands once
again. “I'm not saying it right. What I mean to say is, that I hope
you understand ...that you're free to choose whether or not you want
to stay with us, however long you with to stay with us...” She saw
the look of confusion was still on his face and began again. “I'm
saying that what we have is an accord among comrades, and, I hope, an
accord among friends.”
“...Friends?”
Friends. The word felt
strange to him. He understood what it meant, two people having a bond
based on mutual respect and trust for the other. He, however, had
never had someone he felt he could have such a bond with, at least,
not since he awoke having no memory of himself whatsoever.
“Yes,
friends. I want you to chose to stay here in honor our accord because
you chose to and not because you feel like you have to or must do so.
You have the freedom to chose how to you live your life as all of us
do, its your freedom to do so. I just wanted to be sure that you
understood.” His mind was reeling. Freedom? Yes, he understood that
now he escaped the Magister that his life was his own. When he joined
the Lady Hawke and her companions he chose to do so out of their
mutual accord. But did he ever feel as if he was being coherced to do
so? No, the Lady Hawke and the Magister were as different as day and
night. He stayed because he respected her, respected her cause. She
had helped him, put herself in danger, when she didn't have to, he
respected her...there was no one else he respected or trusted more.
“Friends.”He
spoke the word again, it still felt foreign to him, odd to hear it
rolling off of his tongue. “Yes. I stay here because I chose to. We
have an accord, we are friends, Lady.” He said seriously and when
he saw her face brighten with such happiness from just a few simple
words from him he felt a rush of a foreign emotion that cause his
chest to tighten as if his heart was trapped in a vice.
“Hawke.”
She said simply and when she saw the look of confusion that crossed
his face she explained further. “We are friends, Fenris, so please
call me Hawke as everyone else does.” He was silent for a moment,
as if he were struggling with something, before answering.
“Hawke,
then.” Her smile brightened further and he felt the invisible vice
that was gripping his heart squeeze down harder.
He
saw her hand move towards him, as if to touch his arm again, but she
stopped mid motion and pulled back, plastering her hand to her side,
an unreadable expression crossing her face. He began to say
something, he wasn't certain exactly what he would have said, but he
was silenced when she spoke first.
“Look
at us standing here in the rain. Forgive me for prattling on, we have
a long journey tomorrow.” She turned as started towards her tent
before stopping suddenly and turning her head back towards him.
“Sleep well, Fenris.” She said softly before she entered her tent
and disappeared from his sight.
He
stared at where she had stood for a few heartbeats. “Goodnight-”
He paused. There was a name on his lips, the name that he wished to
call her. It was not, Hawke, the name she had asked him to call her,
that name wasn't personal to her alone as she shared it with her
sibling that traveled with the group. No, the name he said was
delicate and lovely to his ears. He loved the way the word rolled off
his tongue, slightly changed by his unmistakeable accent, but
wonderful just the same. It was that name that he whispered before he
fell into one of the most restful night's sleep he could ever
remember.
Ugh, I know, it was long. And I'm not completely happy with it, but it is what it is.
Hope you like it <3
#9209
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:52
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*lol* Yeah. Solar, maybe? DeSolar? FDS? *tries to remember why that acronym sounds familiar*FenrisDeSolar wrote...
@Wynne, it's ***********, and I was going to say, "Just call me Fenris," but in this thread, that'd get confusing.
Hope you enjoy Inception.
I actually saw it like 3 times in the theater, and I'm getting the urge to watch it again. Great cast, great emotional plot... Nolan could've been more inventive considering he was working with dreams, but then again, Cobb has a very realistic and literal mind. He's used to living in these worlds, so he's set on making them feel believable rather than strange. In the end, I really felt like the entire movie was a love letter from Nolan to his wife and kids. I found it exceptionally moving.
As to Cillian Murphy--yeah, he really is too damned pretty for his own good. *chuckles* Happily, he's also a great actor.
This comic is too beautiful for words.tankgirly wrote...
by Fishmas
Hilarious!That was so cute when he was, as Eighmylupin was saying, all like "Whatever, you're still epic cool!" Being mean to Cailan felt like kicking a puppy, especially knowing what would eventually happen to the poor sap.MiralukaDesk wrote...
But he was just too sweet XDD...I
could never bring myself to be rude to him, I did insulted and made fun
of Alistair....And even saved Loghain a couple of times...But not
Cailan, NEVER Cailan XDD....
I mean, sure, he was off in his own little world... but it was never his fault. He was just raised badly. Too bad Rowan couldn't be there for him.
Good taste! *is in need of a fistbump smiley now*Minxie18 wrote...
[smilie]../../../images/forum/emoticons/grin.png[/smilie] Basically Ron/Hermione, Darcy/Elizabeth are my ideal rivalry romances.
*lmao* Margaret!! I think Ser Gaider will get a major kick out of that when he sees it.Margaret_TheElf wrote...
Prompt theme: Freedom
.......Not So Serious[/b][/i][/u] (was going to color whole thing; only felt like coloring shark.)
Hey, it's YOU! I have seen your Kotor and Carth videos, I think... awesome to see you here! Welcome to Fengirl-land. (And Fendude-land, if there are any we haven't frightened away.) :happy:tehprincessJ wrote...
I'm super late in joining this thread, but...
Rogues do the same thing, only better! Play a dual-wielding rogue.nixeleth wrote...
I... wait... what? But... but that's how I fight in Origins if I'm not a mage. Crap.
Or alternately, do the sword-and-board thing. Shields are cool. They keep out the darkspawn.
Earblush is SOOOOOO CUUUUTE!Aristorum wrote...
While on the subject of Isa/Fen.
And you know what that saucy lass on the right is thinking.
"I want to be bread slice #2!"He looks to me like he's half-loving it, half-thinking, "Not in front of Isabela! She'll tease me, and I don't like it when my ears get hot."
Precisely! And I refuse to be ashamed... *imitates Isabela's appreciatively-ogling look at tankgirly's fine work of bathtime art*ankuu wrote...
Bah! You know what? It's the art
that should be appreciated. Ancient greeks had naked statues all over
the place. It's weird how we advanced in time and became ashamed.
Modifié par Wynne, 18 janvier 2011 - 10:56 .
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 10:59
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@Wynne, I guess DeSolar would be fine. XD I'll be watching the movie tonight.
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 11:11
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Anna0_o wrote...
Ramante wrote...
I love it. :'DMargaret_TheElf wrote...
Prompt theme: Freedom
.......Not So Serious (was going to color whole thing; only felt like coloring shark.)
Anna0_o approves +30
this is SOOO great. we need to make sure there is at least one of this picture on every page, so that Mr. Gaider can see it any time he decides to come back here.
on the subject of rivalry romances, one of the devs (I think it was Mike) said that rivalry relationships (not just romances) are the way to change someone. so I think they are more like Morrigan's Romance, at first she couldn't even think about love but towards the end, she's really attached to the warden, or like Jack's romance from ME2.
Modifié par smallNightmare, 18 janvier 2011 - 11:12 .
#9212
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 11:20
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ceruleancrescent wrote...
Okay here's my addition to this week's prompt. I know there are probably some grammar errors and other things but it's almost 6AM because I couldn't stop writing this so It is what it is.
This includes 2 prompts: Rain and Freedom
His eyes opened at the the sound of the
rain making large, flat notes on the durable canvas of his tent,
pulling him from his silent meditation into lucid consciousness.
Slow, intermittent drops hit at random before increasing in number
and frequency into a steady downpour of rain. He should have been
sleeping, or at least trying to get as close to true sleep as he
possibly could. Yet, such a thing was impossible for him; he could
not remember ever having a peaceful or comfortable night's sleep for
the constant threat that always weighed on his mind was too heavy to
ever achieve rest.
He sat up as the rain increased in
strength and continued to pour down incessantly. The sound it made
was naturally melodic and strangely comforting to his discontented
mind. It drowned out the swirling thoughts until there was nothing
but the rain and his breathing. For a few precious moments there was
only oblivion.
Without consciously meaning to he
rose from his bed and walked out into the open rain, acting on the
need he felt to be out from the suffocating enclosure of his tent and
into the open air. He looked up to the dark sky, blinking against the
wet, cold drops that hit his face and arms. His warm skin cooled at
their contact and the sensation brought him back to alert
consciousness. The rare humid weather they had been experiencing the
past few days had dissipated from the rain and the air had become
cool and crisp. A chill ran up his spine, causing him to notably
shiver as his wet hair began to curl, hanging in obscuring clumps
before his eyes and sticking to the back of his neck and face. He
closed his eyes, running his hands through his hair and causing it to
lay haphazardly as he lifted it away from his line of sight. When he
opened his eyes he froze, his eyes widening and his breath catching
in his throat at what he saw before him.
The Lady Hawke was in front of him,
facing away as she stood a few paces from her own tent situated off
to the right and front of his own, her arms outstretched and face
upturned to the down-pouring rain. Her eyes were closed, a contented
smile on her lips, as the rain ran down her face, her neck, her
shoulders and her outstretched arms. It dripped from her wet hair
that was plastered to her forehead and neck, making patterns against
her skin. She spun once, twice, and then her arms moved from her
sides to above her head, her hands moved down her face and neck
before she ran her hands through her damp hair just has he had done
to his own moments before. She was still for a moment before she
opened her eyes before turning to pick up the heavy cloak she had
shed for the lighter clothing she presently wore. She stopped
suddenly, a surprised look on her face, when her eyes met his.
He had always found her features
pleasant to look at; he supposed she probably was considered a beauty
by most, though he doubted she cared much for such things. Her
physical appearance did not go unnoticed by others, despite how she
felt about the topic. In the short time since they joined causes,
whenever he had overheard someone complimenting her they usually
commented on the luxuriousness of her hair or the shapeliness of her
figure. But the feature that he personally found to be the most
stunning, however, was the particular color and luminescent quality
of her eyes. It was those eyes he found presently staring into his
own with matched intensity.
Her mouth moved as she moved towards
him then, her features becoming more clear and defined as he could
now see the telltale concern lines on her brow, the slight pull of
her lips downwards in a frown of worry. He could see, through the
rain that threatened to obscure his view, the quick movements of
those arresting eyes as they flicked here, there and all around,
looking for some sign for need of her concern, before their gaze
returned to rest on his face, returned to peer into his still widened
eyes.
He received sudden clarity as an
overwhelming and violent flash of sensation went through him, rocking
him out of his daze and causing him to back away a few paces with
unbelievable speed. His body quickly formed an instinctual defensive
posture as his breath escaped quickly through his gritted teeth in a
low hiss. He lifted his eyes to see the shocked and concerned look on
Hawke's face and immediately realized what had happened.
She had seem him standing in the rain
wide eyed and still, she had called to him, though while deep in his
own thoughts he had not heard her, had not recognized that she was
speaking to him. She moved towards him, perhaps to see him better,
perhaps to see if all was well. Then, because she had grown concerned
and because it was a natural thing to her, she had touched his arm
and the sensation had violently ripped through his body and shocked
him. His reaction had shocked her in return and the look she now gave
him, one that was was mix of unease and hesitation, was unbearable to
him.
“Fenris?” Her voice was
unusually tentative but still strong, unwavering, with the familiar
timbre that he had grown to recognize, to appreciate. “Are
you....is everything...did I...”
“Yes, Yes, of course.” He spoke,
his voice steadier than he thought, as he recovered his posture so
that he was standing upright and not slightly crouched as if poised
to attack. “Everything is well, Lady.” He was silent for a
moment, trying to calm the edginess he felt within. Her expression
turned from one of apprehension to that of questioning, as if she did
not quite believe that everything was indeed well. It seemed as if
she needed more information to be convinced and so to be able to
avoid further discussion on what had transpired. “I had wanted to
see the rain.” He said matter of factly, as if that explained
everything. She studied him for a moment before her expression
lightened some, though the look of concern never completely left her
face.
“I had wanted to see the rain as
well...” She said softly, her gaze moving off of him as she looked
at the rain that still came down around them, though it seemed to
have lightened from its previous intensity.
“If that is all...” He started as
he moved to return to his tent but stopped at the sound of his name
once more.
“Fenris!” She said louder than
before, stopping him from leaving. A moment of silence passed between
the before he turned back to face her, his expression emotionless.
“Yes, Lady?” He said without
inflection in his voice though he was concerned, he did not know what
more she could want to say to him.
“Fenris...”she began, her
expression uneasy as she played with her hands in front of her as she
spoke. “I hope you understand...I mean, I hope you know that,
well....” she closed her eyes suddenly, taking a deep breath before
beginning again. “I am very grateful that you choose to join
m-us...that you chose to join us on our cause. I have agreed to help
with your cause in anyway that I can and I will keep that promise,
but I hope you know that I have no hold on you, that you are free to
come and go as you please if you so choose it.” His eyes widened as
she spoke, her words were incredulous to him.
“I...I do not understand. Do you not
wish to hold me to our accord as I plan to hold you to it? Or do you
mean to break the accord altogether...”
“No! No, no....”She said suddenly,
interrupting him. He noticed she was playing with her hands once
again. “I'm not saying it right. What I mean to say is, that I hope
you understand ...that you're free to choose whether or not you want
to stay with us, however long you with to stay with us...” She saw
the look of confusion was still on his face and began again. “I'm
saying that what we have is an accord among comrades, and, I hope, an
accord among friends.”
“...Friends?”
Friends. The word felt
strange to him. He understood what it meant, two people having a bond
based on mutual respect and trust for the other. He, however, had
never had someone he felt he could have such a bond with, at least,
not since he awoke having no memory of himself whatsoever.
“Yes,
friends. I want you to chose to stay here in honor our accord because
you chose to and not because you feel like you have to or must do so.
You have the freedom to chose how to you live your life as all of us
do, its your freedom to do so. I just wanted to be sure that you
understood.” His mind was reeling. Freedom? Yes, he understood that
now he escaped the Magister that his life was his own. When he joined
the Lady Hawke and her companions he chose to do so out of their
mutual accord. But did he ever feel as if he was being coherced to do
so? No, the Lady Hawke and the Magister were as different as day and
night. He stayed because he respected her, respected her cause. She
had helped him, put herself in danger, when she didn't have to, he
respected her...there was no one else he respected or trusted more.
“Friends.”He
spoke the word again, it still felt foreign to him, odd to hear it
rolling off of his tongue. “Yes. I stay here because I chose to. We
have an accord, we are friends, Lady.” He said seriously and when
he saw her face brighten with such happiness from just a few simple
words from him he felt a rush of a foreign emotion that cause his
chest to tighten as if his heart was trapped in a vice.
“Hawke.”
She said simply and when she saw the look of confusion that crossed
his face she explained further. “We are friends, Fenris, so please
call me Hawke as everyone else does.” He was silent for a moment,
as if he were struggling with something, before answering.
“Hawke,
then.” Her smile brightened further and he felt the invisible vice
that was gripping his heart squeeze down harder.
He
saw her hand move towards him, as if to touch his arm again, but she
stopped mid motion and pulled back, plastering her hand to her side,
an unreadable expression crossing her face. He began to say
something, he wasn't certain exactly what he would have said, but he
was silenced when she spoke first.
“Look
at us standing here in the rain. Forgive me for prattling on, we have
a long journey tomorrow.” She turned as started towards her tent
before stopping suddenly and turning her head back towards him.
“Sleep well, Fenris.” She said softly before she entered her tent
and disappeared from his sight.
He
stared at where she had stood for a few heartbeats. “Goodnight-”
He paused. There was a name on his lips, the name that he wished to
call her. It was not, Hawke, the name she had asked him to call her,
that name wasn't personal to her alone as she shared it with her
sibling that traveled with the group. No, the name he said was
delicate and lovely to his ears. He loved the way the word rolled off
his tongue, slightly changed by his unmistakeable accent, but
wonderful just the same. It was that name that he whispered before he
fell into one of the most restful night's sleep he could ever
remember.
Ugh, I know, it was long. And I'm not completely happy with it, but it is what it is.
Hope you like it <3
Lovely
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#9213
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 11:21
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@ceruleancrescent: that was BEAUTIFUL!
#9214
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 11:23
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@Wynne, that bathtime art wasn't mine, it was from Tasha, who had a livestream session earlier and I had the privilege to saw her doing it .
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 01:40
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Oh--well, still, thanks so much for posting it! You find so much awesome stuff for us. Don't think we don't notice. :happy:
*lol* Whoa, I only now noticed LadyHawke peeking out from the bathtub in that picture! Um, my mind was on other things, I guess...
*lol* Whoa, I only now noticed LadyHawke peeking out from the bathtub in that picture! Um, my mind was on other things, I guess...
#9216
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 02:12
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I'm all for elves having ears that flap about to show how they're feeling. If they're happy or alert, I want their ears up, maybe even pushed back a little. If they're upset, dejected, or embarrassed, I want to see their ears droop a bit. Or in Fenris' case, droop a lot.
#9217
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 02:35
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Meanwhile at Bioware HQ....
Dave: (working away on computer)
Thread: (in creepy monotone voice) Dave. What are you doing Dave?
Dave: Guys I'm seriously trying to work here. You can find out all about Fenris when I'm done.
Thread: We're sorry Dave we're afraid we can't let you do that.
Dave: Guys come on now, I really need to meet this deadline.
Thread: Look Dave, we can see that your really upset about this. We think that you should sit down, have a cup of coffee and tell us more about Fenris.
Dave: That's it I'm going on break. (gets up and walks away)
Thread: Dave? Where are you going Dave? I know we've made some poor decisions recently but we have complete confidence in you. Dave? Dave? (sigh) Guys I think we scared him off again.
Dave: (working away on computer)
Thread: (in creepy monotone voice) Dave. What are you doing Dave?
Dave: Guys I'm seriously trying to work here. You can find out all about Fenris when I'm done.
Thread: We're sorry Dave we're afraid we can't let you do that.
Dave: Guys come on now, I really need to meet this deadline.
Thread: Look Dave, we can see that your really upset about this. We think that you should sit down, have a cup of coffee and tell us more about Fenris.
Dave: That's it I'm going on break. (gets up and walks away)
Thread: Dave? Where are you going Dave? I know we've made some poor decisions recently but we have complete confidence in you. Dave? Dave? (sigh) Guys I think we scared him off again.
#9218
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:16
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Just curious: When Origins was released, did anyone ever announce the LI's beforehand?
Also, I'm a lurker as well. You guys and ladies have made me laugh so much.
to you all and keep it up!
Also, I'm a lurker as well. You guys and ladies have made me laugh so much.
to you all and keep it up!
#9219
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:17
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The answer is yes, but I don't know how far before the release they were announced (<- sentence is weird o.o')Alistairschica wrote...
Just curious: When Origins was released, did anyone ever announce the LI's beforehand?
@Dr. Doctor, very nice and I'm pretty sure that's exactly how David feels sometimes.
Modifié par Ramante, 18 janvier 2011 - 03:18 .
#9220
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:24
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Hmm...i just noticed Fenris says ""They know what I am. Let them come, if they find the courage.". Who is they? Even tho the 2 sentences might not be releated to each other.
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:26
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Ah, thanks for answering. I hope Fenris is a LI but to me it seems that it's just a heartbreak waiting to happen. Elves live quite a bit longer than humans, correct? Not to mention whatever difficulty his back story might add to that. These guys are awesome with the whole "omg, I love you....omg, I have to live without you." Kind of thing. Then again, happy endings don't really stick with us the same way heartbreak does. Imo, anyway.
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:40
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Alistairschica wrote...
Ah, thanks for answering. I hope Fenris is a LI but to me it seems that it's just a heartbreak waiting to happen. Elves live quite a bit longer than humans, correct? Not to mention whatever difficulty his back story might add to that. These guys are awesome with the whole "omg, I love you....omg, I have to live without you." Kind of thing. Then again, happy endings don't really stick with us the same way heartbreak does. Imo, anyway.
Well Zevran stays with you after the end, it's the human that doesn't stay unless you choose the right option.
I am extremely sure he is one of the LIs, considering the only 3 male companions (Carver not counted). Hawke is human no matter what, so i am sure a human LI will be provided for those who don't like "interbreeding". Varric is engaged in the lore far beyond Hawke, and if he will appear in DA3, he can't be tied to Hawke...i think they will try to avoid a Hawke cameo like they tried with the Warden. So Fenris and the human male mage will be the LIs. How their relationship with you evolves, that's another story.
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:40
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I won't pay too much attention to the 'they live longer than humans'-thing, I don't think that will play any part at all (or at least I hope not).Alistairschica wrote...
Ah, thanks for answering. I hope Fenris is a LI but to me it seems that it's just a heartbreak waiting to happen. Elves live quite a bit longer than humans, correct? Not to mention whatever difficulty his back story might add to that. These guys are awesome with the whole "omg, I love you....omg, I have to live without you." Kind of thing.
His back story is so interesting and strong in my eyes that;
1. if Fenris is indeed a LI, his romance will be special and beautiful
2. If Fenris is not a LI, then a part of me is okay with that (but the bigger part will be sad xD), because his history is so complicated I'm sure that all dialogue and personal quests will be amazing
Since David is the one who wrote him, I'm pretty sure we will get our heart broken if he is a LI.*Then again, happy endings don't really stick with us the same way heartbreak does. Imo, anyway.
* The above is a compliment, even though my choice of words make it look kinda negative ><
Conclusion: I have a lot of faith in ser Gaider.
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Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:42
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Somewhere, angels are weeping. And puppies.Aristorum wrote...
I'm all for elves having ears that flap about to show how they're feeling. If they're happy or alert, I want their ears up, maybe even pushed back a little. If they're upset, dejected, or embarrassed, I want to see their ears droop a bit. Or in Fenris' case, droop a lot.
#9225
Posté 18 janvier 2011 - 03:49
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Ehm Hello again. I wrote a prompt for y'all. I don't think it falls under any of the categories though... I sorta just went at it without thinking to be honest. There are a couple things I should probably mention before hand, such as:
-I went with the idea a couple pages back that the lyrium was slowly deteriorating Fenris's mind. (sad ;-( )
-Fenris is taller than Hawke
Okay! I think that about sums it up.
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Moonlight streamed down from the breaks in the canopy as the maudlin group set up camp. The far spaced tree trunks and mangled web of branches that encased the clearing had been an inviting sign for the group to stop and recover from their previous run-in with a hoard of bandits. The bandits were disposed of quickly but at a price. Several of her companions had received minor injuries and because of this, they would have to stop and rest before returning to their trip. Hawke meandered through the small clearing, attempting to ignore the protests from a twisted ankle. Varric was tending to several broken knuckles. Isabella was gingerly pressing her fingers against a large bruise across her thigh. Merill was wiping the blood from her face with a cloth. Fenris was... not in the immediate area. Several months ago, this would have induced some form of panic from Hawke. Now that she knew the elf better, she recognized it was a common occurrence for him for him to disappear after a battle. Why, she did not entirely know. She figured it had something to do with his pride and desire to tend to his wounds in private. It was getting darker. The clouds had begun to shield the moon's beams allowing the group little room for visibility. Hawke left the others to rest and went out in search of firewood. After several minutes of stumbling through the undergrowth and occasionally snapping off a dead limb from a tree, she came across a familiar silhouette in the now impending darkness.
"There you are, Fenris." She could see from the light glinting off his silver head as he raised it to look at her. His accented voice rose from the shadow beside her.
"You found me. I should pick my camp more carefully next time..." His words faded away towards the end of his jest. Hawke could see something else shining from underneath his silver locks. It caught the light and revealed itself. A deep gash, leaking dark trails of blood brazed his forearm.
"Oh," Hawke sighed in shock. "Fenris, why didn't you say some-"
"-It's nothing to worry about." but his words were strained clearly, out of pain.
"Don't tell me it's nothing to worry about when you're hiding out in the middle of the forest because you're in so much pain!" She could feel her temper rising.
"Hawke..." He said in a calm manner. "The wound barely hurts. Go back to camp. I'm not the only one who is injured." She could feel his eyes on her twisted ankle.
"Its...its your markings... isn't it?" Shock graced her voice as she asked this question. Fenris sighed in response.
"Never mind, it IS the wound-"
"I can fix them." Fenris stopped. He hated when she talked about her "theories." He finally comes to terms with his fate and she comes and... attempts to invoke... hope.
"Hawke, don't start this again." She ignored him.
"I was thinking... wouldn't it be possible to transfer the lyrium into something-"
"No."
"Think of me as... some sort of medium. I am a mage after all. If I could pull the lyrium from your body, through mine, and into-"
"NO!" Fenris yelled. His silhouette had approached her.
"And why not!? You might be content to wince in pain whenever someone touches you. You might also be content to slowly lose your mind-"
"-Hawke."
"But I am not! I won't sit idly by while you suffer through the next several years until you slowly go mad!" Hawke was breathing deeply. She was usually able to keep her composure around him. Not tonight. Fenris's shadow hesitated in front of her before slowly placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at her with an expression that could only be described as pity.
"I have chosen my fate. I will not let someone... you, Hawke... lose your life because you want to try and fix the wrongs that happened in my past. I won't allow it."
"We don't-"
"-By all means, continue talking if you want me to go insane quicker." He lifted his hands off her shoulders. "Besides, they say ignorance is bliss, you know." And with that he left Hawke standing alone in the woods, a pile of firewood at her feet.
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*rubs back of neck nervously* hmmehhh heh heh..... I hope you like it
-I went with the idea a couple pages back that the lyrium was slowly deteriorating Fenris's mind. (sad ;-( )
-Fenris is taller than Hawke
Okay! I think that about sums it up.
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Moonlight streamed down from the breaks in the canopy as the maudlin group set up camp. The far spaced tree trunks and mangled web of branches that encased the clearing had been an inviting sign for the group to stop and recover from their previous run-in with a hoard of bandits. The bandits were disposed of quickly but at a price. Several of her companions had received minor injuries and because of this, they would have to stop and rest before returning to their trip. Hawke meandered through the small clearing, attempting to ignore the protests from a twisted ankle. Varric was tending to several broken knuckles. Isabella was gingerly pressing her fingers against a large bruise across her thigh. Merill was wiping the blood from her face with a cloth. Fenris was... not in the immediate area. Several months ago, this would have induced some form of panic from Hawke. Now that she knew the elf better, she recognized it was a common occurrence for him for him to disappear after a battle. Why, she did not entirely know. She figured it had something to do with his pride and desire to tend to his wounds in private. It was getting darker. The clouds had begun to shield the moon's beams allowing the group little room for visibility. Hawke left the others to rest and went out in search of firewood. After several minutes of stumbling through the undergrowth and occasionally snapping off a dead limb from a tree, she came across a familiar silhouette in the now impending darkness.
"There you are, Fenris." She could see from the light glinting off his silver head as he raised it to look at her. His accented voice rose from the shadow beside her.
"You found me. I should pick my camp more carefully next time..." His words faded away towards the end of his jest. Hawke could see something else shining from underneath his silver locks. It caught the light and revealed itself. A deep gash, leaking dark trails of blood brazed his forearm.
"Oh," Hawke sighed in shock. "Fenris, why didn't you say some-"
"-It's nothing to worry about." but his words were strained clearly, out of pain.
"Don't tell me it's nothing to worry about when you're hiding out in the middle of the forest because you're in so much pain!" She could feel her temper rising.
"Hawke..." He said in a calm manner. "The wound barely hurts. Go back to camp. I'm not the only one who is injured." She could feel his eyes on her twisted ankle.
"Its...its your markings... isn't it?" Shock graced her voice as she asked this question. Fenris sighed in response.
"Never mind, it IS the wound-"
"I can fix them." Fenris stopped. He hated when she talked about her "theories." He finally comes to terms with his fate and she comes and... attempts to invoke... hope.
"Hawke, don't start this again." She ignored him.
"I was thinking... wouldn't it be possible to transfer the lyrium into something-"
"No."
"Think of me as... some sort of medium. I am a mage after all. If I could pull the lyrium from your body, through mine, and into-"
"NO!" Fenris yelled. His silhouette had approached her.
"And why not!? You might be content to wince in pain whenever someone touches you. You might also be content to slowly lose your mind-"
"-Hawke."
"But I am not! I won't sit idly by while you suffer through the next several years until you slowly go mad!" Hawke was breathing deeply. She was usually able to keep her composure around him. Not tonight. Fenris's shadow hesitated in front of her before slowly placing his hands on her shoulders. He looked down at her with an expression that could only be described as pity.
"I have chosen my fate. I will not let someone... you, Hawke... lose your life because you want to try and fix the wrongs that happened in my past. I won't allow it."
"We don't-"
"-By all means, continue talking if you want me to go insane quicker." He lifted his hands off her shoulders. "Besides, they say ignorance is bliss, you know." And with that he left Hawke standing alone in the woods, a pile of firewood at her feet.
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*rubs back of neck nervously* hmmehhh heh heh..... I hope you like it
