HUNTED

‘  YOU TRAVELED WITH HAWKE FOR A TIME, YES?  ’  he won’t admit to knowing much about the champion of kirkwall’s activities, because he doesn’t. the stories are all grandiose, and it’s hard to decipher what’s true and what isn’t on the best of days. however, blackwall finds himself curious, more prying than he normally should be: ‘  i don’t believe they’re in skyhold, i’m afraid. were you going to travel with them?  ’     /     @fugitor.

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    his armored claws were painted red, dripping onto the dry ground of the sundermount pathway.  he had given them no warning, the slavers, before attacking them in cold blood- leaving but only a sick trail of crimson behind.  he knew by their armor where they were from, and what exactly they were looking for.

     and he was tired of it.  tired of the constant threat of danarius, the hunters- sick of all this fucking fighting- having to stay on edge non-stop, having to always be prepared for the WORST- because fenris suspected, no he knew better than anyone that if he were to lay his guard down for ONE SECOND-

     it could kill him, or worse, taken him back to tevinter.

     and he couldn’t go back, not after everything he’s been through, the countless lives he’s already taken to get to where he is now.   no, there was no going back to a life of servitude knowing that freedom was just a little farther beyond the horizon.