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This is just just a quick fanfic pertaining to what Dog would do after his owner sacrificed himself to slay the Archdemon. For some context, I'm using a male Cousland origin as the base and just using the name I usually choose for the Dog: Jaw. Hope you enjoy
]"Jaw! Come here boy!"
Jaw perked his ears towards the call of his Master. He had been laying in the Master's bedroom, head on paws, having a snooze when he heard it. He rose quickly to his feet, tail wagging uncontrollably.
"Come on, Jaw!" The Master called again, his voice was far away. Jaw plodded out into the hallway of castle Cousland; the sweet, familiar smell of home filling his nostrils. (Where are you?) he thought, as he trotted through the castle's halls.
As he rounded the corner to the Atrium, a new smell invaded his brain. It wasn't the playful smell of plants as he had expected, as it had always been. Instead it was the putrid scent of death, a scent of rot and suffering. It was the the smell of battle, it was the mark of danger. It was Darkspawn he smelled.
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He bared his teeth and broke into a full run. The white stone walls of the castle became a blur, the tile beneath his paws became air on which he glided. He ran for what seemed like hours; he ran until he was no longer in castle Cousland, but in the the place the Master had called Fort Drakon.
Jaw slowed his pace, panting from his exertion. He could smell the Master now, but it was faint and masked by the all powerful stench of the Darkspawn horde. He crept through the dark passages, following the faint trail of the Master's aroma.
Something moved behind him. He felt the displaced air push past his haunches, accompanied by a instinctual tingle in his mind. He leaped forward and turned gracefully, avoiding the dagger of a Genlock assassin by mere inches. Without missing a beat in his bloody ballet dance, he lunged again, this time at the outstretched and vulnerable arm of the Genlock. He locked his namesake jaws around the meaty bulge of the monster's forearm and with every muscle in his canine body working in unison, gave a mighty tug that tore the entrapped flesh from bone with a sickening SHLUURP.
The Genlock roared in pain and tumbled face first, off balance, to the ground. Jaw pounced on its exposed backside and sank his chops deep into the darkspawn's neck. He whipped his head left and right, left and right, back and forth, back and forth until the inhuman grunts of pain ceased, and Genlock moved no more.
Triumphant, Jaw removed his fangs from the creature's mangled corpse and continued his search for the Master.
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He passed through an ominous archway when he saw him, surrounded, blade sharp; slicing through flesh as if it were air - shield battered; deflecting blow after blow. Jaw growled fiercely, rearing back on his hind legs. The Master was in trouble.
He surveyed the room, a dozen darkspawn were closing in on the Master. With each step they advanced the Master was forced back. Soon he would be against the wall and the horde would have him.
Jaw hesitated no longer. He leaped into action, loosing a menacing howl that echoed from one end of the room to the other and back again. The Darkspawn gave pause, startled from their blood lust by the abrupt intensity of the war cry. That was all that was needed to turn the tide.
Steel whirled, teeth gnashed, heads flew, and bodies fell. When the last Darkspawn fell Jaw and the Master howled a cry of victory and raced towards each other.
"What took you, Jaw? Not that I didn't have the situation well in hand, that is." The Master said with a laugh as he knelt and hugged his friend. Jaw wagged his tail and barked with joy.
"Ok, ok, you helped a little." The Master conceded. "You've always been a good dog, Jaw." He added, patting Jaw's head tenderly.
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Jaw suddenly became aware that the room was growing darker, of the rhythmic breathing of something, something big. He tried to emit a low growl, to warn the Master that there was more fighting to be done, but he could not. He couldn't find his bark, nor could he move.
"It's alright, boy," The Master said with a final hug. "it's alright."
He turned, sword in hand facing the darkness that had crept into the room. The darkness slowly coalesced, took form, solidified. It became the Archdemon. The Archdemon roared, bearing its impressive maw. Its fangs which put the Master's sword to shame, its tongue which dwarfed Jaw; all illuminated by the deadly purple glow emanating from its gullet. It lay injured prone and waiting for the final blow.
Without fear, the Master charged with sword outstretched.
Jaw struggled against the unseen hands which held him back, that clamped his muzzle shut. Desperately he wanted to intercept the Master, to tear the Archdemon's head from its twisted body, to shield the Master from his fate. Struggle as he did, he could do nothing but watch.
He watched as the Master ran faster and faster, into the beast's cave-like mouth. Darkness became light, and the world melted away.
"Be good."
When the world returned, they were gone.
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Jaw stirred, slowly opening one sleepy eye, then the other. He stood, stretched, and shook away the dream, for that's what it had been. He gazed around himself now, no Darkspawn, no Archdemon, they were long dead as was the Master. There was only the small campsite he had been asleep at, illuminated by the faint glow of the morning sun on the horizon.
"Restless?" A large figure asked him from across a smoldering pit of ashes that had once been a fire. The figure stood, a towering silhouette against the backdrop of a dawn-lit sky. It bent and picked up its armor which it had carefully laid out the night before.
"I am as well." The figure said as it fastened the final clasp of its well worn chain mail. The figure lifted the final piece of attire from the ground by its bedroll; and as he slung the great sword, Asala, onto his back he stood finally as Jaw knew him: Sten of the Beresaad - his new Master.
"It is nearly dawn, I suggest we continue our journey." The Qunari said, his stoic glare fixated on the rising sun. Jaw barked happily in approval and trotted over to Sten's side.
"I am glad you agree, Kadan." He remarked as the two, proud warrior and faithful Mabari, took the first steps toward their new life.
Modifié par Bhatair, 13 janvier 2010 - 08:30 .
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