PoisonTheCity wrote...
Wow, this thread moves fast! I did a double take when I saw the page numbers. To quote Poobah, ya'll are crazy.
Anyway, I too come with a prompt entry - Freedom. I did a piece of fan art and a little story to go with it, set as Fen makes his escape.Any sense of time had long since left him. Any clear thought of what he should do next slipped through his mind the moment it formed, overwhelmed by his instinct to run. To run as far as his armoured body could take him, to run further than what the magister could control him. He had no idea how far the mage’s reach was or how long he’d be away for, so he ran.
He ran until his every muscle screamed in protest, until his arm went numb from supporting the sword he’d grabbed, until his feet bled from his mind’s apathy to the rocky landscape. He ran until darkness engulfed the day, and he could barely see where his next step would lead him. He ran until he collapsed, breath coming to him in gasps.
Time passed in a haze then as he slipped between waking and dreaming, and he almost expected to see the magister’s outraged face above him, ordering his lackeys to take him back to the maddening little room he was kept in. The hilt of the stolen sword lay heavy in his open palm, but if anyone showed up, he could do nothing with it in his exhaustion.
But his strength returned to him, slowly, as did his senses. He saw streaks of orange scattered weakly across the night; heard a songbird’s tune as it sailed through the wind, and he wondered how long he’d slept. He dragged himself to his aching feet, using the sword to support him, and stumbled across the land until he found a small stream and drank his fill.
Finally, he made his way up a hill, looking back at how far he’d gotten. The city was long behind him; he could be almost certain the magister could not control him here. Taking a deep breath, he took in his surroundings. The grass around him brushed high against his legs as it danced in the morning breeze. The sky, now pink, stretched on endlessly with the grassland below. Grassland he would have to travel through, for the magister would surely search for him.
But it did not matter that he was running, or that he’d have to find or steal food to sustain himself. Nor did it matter that he had no map or sense of direction outside the streets of Tevinter. The fact that he had no destination didn’t matter to him either, because at that moment, he was free.
And he hadn’t felt freedom for as long as he could remember.
Filed.
Trickybunny wrote..
Again, what was the decision about making an LJ community so we don't have this problem again
Mostly agree. Some of us, including me, are unsure how to use it though.
Oh, and my computer crashed yesterday when I tried to run it...silly ancient...
Retour en haut
'd: I'll post instructions when I'm done, it's not really hard at all to figure out
A MIRACLE!
I'd like to make Fenris sugar cookies in the near future and THAT FACE is too cute! it deserves to be on a cookie! 
What not to love?! I will keep an eye out for the coloured version. And for the livestream!
That is a little spooky! 
