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Why, Universe, did you decide I was strong enough to handle this?
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Panic.
Panic burns white-hot through her muscles, beneath her skin, her heart pounds in terror. It was the look in his eyes, the warning after her insult. Perhaps it isn’t he who she should hold that hatred for but the voice that barks commands.
Shoulders heave, frantically looking around at an opportunity, a weakness, anything. But the chains bind her close, his grip binds her even closer.
Seize her throat.
Her body flails, jerking quick at his hands, she has to get away, she has to run or fight. Before she can open her mouth to scream, she is nearly lifted as he moves behind her and wrings at her throat. She struggles, her wind breaks, gasping for air and gasping for threatening words.
She will fight. She will kill. Kill.
“K-kill”
A voice heaves through the grip, a last lung full of air, she is weak but she pulls and thrashes against his grip and against the chains at her wrists. Fight. FIGHT.
Her fight does not falter and for that Fenris is IMPRESSED. His eyes flash with it, the green orbs tucked beneath a fringe of white hair, emotion kept safe from the gaze of his master. Not that the man would have noticed with his attention so caught on the woman in Fenris’s grip.
The cold laugh of his Dominus fills the courtyard and cuts through the struggle.
❛ ——– She’s a FEISTY one isn’t she? ❜
and that is Danarius’s own brand of PRIDE and it makes Fenris’s insides run hot with a lick of fiery jealousy. He curls his hand tighter against her throat - lines of lyrium flaring up his arms and across his shoulders - and tucks his fingers into her chains, yanking them into stillness. He is hesitant to admit that had she not already been brought to the point of exhaustion that she would offer quite the CHALLENGE.
❛ ——– Take her to the cells to calm down. We begin training tomorrow, ❜
Danarius says airily, running his gaze appraisingly over the captive elf one final time before heading back into the shelter of his villa.
Fenris does not move for several long minutes, keeping his grip firm and his limbs lucid enough to follow every jerk of her muscles.
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She hears it all around her, the mumbling and laughter and such casual conversation in common and foreign tongue. There is no distinguishing who is saying what and who laughs and who screams, it muddles around her with muted senses of pain and numbness, all washed in the hearty red of anger.
He steps closer and her nose flairs, eyelashes flutter as she looks up to him for she is almost too weak to open her eyes. But too stubborn to succumb to the marks on her back, the bruises at her shackles and the pain beneath her flesh.
He is intense.
And she gives all of her strength to stand on her feet, but she stumbles forward and quickly regains ground. Maker, she would spit in his face had she the proper hydration. She tastes cotton and copper and sand, and it’s hard when she swallows it down.
“Good dog.” She mocks, she laughs beneath her breath.
Her voice breaks when she speaks, and she has learned to brace herself quickly for punishment is swift and harsh.
Fenris doesn’t even think to reply to her words. They scratch at the surface of his skin, a mild irritant, but they do not pierce or wound as she might have intended. He is well trained against such things; has had to build a wall around himself lest he crumble apart in this place. He merely holds her wrists tighter, eyes FLASHING with something akin to warning as his masters voice rings out over the courtyard once more.
❛ ——– He is, isn’t he ? Would you like to see what else he can do ? ❜
The smile is evident in Danarius’s voice, even though Fenris can not see him with his back turned to him. He swallows, preparing himself for the instruction that will follow.
❛ ——– Fenris, seize her throat. ❜
Spoken with such NONCHALANCE, a casual flick of a wrist to accompany the order as Fenris snaps to obey, limbs quick as he swings his body behind her, one hand still gripping the chains, the other curling tightly around the front of the slave’s throat. Lyrium bands flare to life along his hand, threatening with a dull glow in the glaring heat of the sun. His mouth is pressed close to the woman’s ear, breathing hotly over the shell of it.
❛ ——– He doesn’t bark, but he can certainly bite and he will, if I give the order, so I suggest you be SILENT, slave. ❜

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Steel restraints leave remarkable bruises when tested so much. Blotches of purples bruises and red irritation stripe around her wrists and across the bones of her ankles. Blood, both her own and not, clumps across the plane of dirty flesh, in the roots of her hair. Beaten and battered, it had been a journey to get to this place and damn them all if she didn’t give a fight for it.
For now she is silent, for now she succumbs to the pain in her bones and losing gruff of her voice. Those who she is chained to by hand and foot look towards the voice who calls, who announces and warns of what is to come. Elves, like herself, all pulled and purchased from the same Alienage as she. She can smell the threat of death, it smells of copper and stone and fire, and she is quick to realize that not all will escape from this. Each man for himself. She can smell their weakness.
The threat sends electricity through her limbs, coursing fire through worn muscles, and she is silent no longer when the shackles pull tight across her wrists and she pulls the next man down with her force. The chains rattle and she screams out a roar from such a tiny frame, a most unwise demonstration of her determination and strength.
Hardly a moment is allowed before the sting of a whip crosses her back and brings her down hard. Pain and coolness stings at the open wound and she falls to her knees with a growl. A subdued animal – and she hears a threat of taming and a promise of death.
Piercing eyes look up from a shield of dark hair and dirty flesh, curled nose and snarling lip warns of untapped potential. She looks up and she sees him, strong and confident and scarred marks across dark flesh.
They call him champion and he stands just like one. Hatred, anger, determination all burns with hearth in her veins and her glare remains steadfast to this champion. One more lash of a whip crosses at her back, and through her recoil her stare remains.
She will kill him, too.
His eyes are on her when she falls, the CRACK of a whip igniting a flinch in many, but not in Fenris. She will learn, as they all do. Everyone has their breaking point; the precipice in which they realise they can FALL to ruin or step back and submit to their master. Life over death. Reasonable comfort over pain and suffering. Danarius has the power to make every waking moment HELL in order to get what he wants.
Fenris has learnt that the hard way.
Lyrium-lined fingers curl into loose fists at his sides, seemingly in anticipation, as it is then that the new slave looks up; meets his eye and stares at him fiercely. There is another slick CRACK of the whip but neither of them flinch, a CHALLENGE in its own right. His expression sours on her, chin tipping upwards until he is looking further down his nose. This Ludus is not the place for friendship, but the dynamic of ENEMIES suits it just fine.
The eye contact is broken when his master calls out to him.
❛ ——– Fenris ! Bring her to her feet. ❜
He ACTS without second thought, even strides across the sand bringing him to the female’s side. He bends to curl his hands around the manacles cuffing her wrists, yanking them upwards; forcing her to STAND.
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The sand is hot beneath his feet; would be burning had his skin not grown thick over years of being bare against rough terrain. His back is STRAIGHT, as hard as his gaze, which is steady on the line of new slaves as they’re brought into the courtyard. Most of them will not live to see the end of their first battle, purchased cheap, FODDER for entertainment purposes. Fenris has seen his fair share of them; has KILLED his fair share of them. There are few that hold promise, fire in their eyes and POWER in their limbs.
He shifts out of his musing at the sound of Danarius giving his usual welcome speech, as bland as it is THREATENING. Fenris has heard it before, but he listens all the same, unflinching as he’s referred to as Champion of the house, GIFTED with the lines of lyrium twisting his limbs because of his successes in the arena. He’s an ASPIRATION for them all, a GOAL for them to strive for, something to give PURPOSE to their otherwise meaningless lives. Lives that are no longer their own. Not since they entered the gates of Danarius’s house. His attention catches on a female elf, small but sturdy, green eyes narrowing at her.
Here’s to us, the rotten children: They made us into violence. Your bones, your skin, it’s all been turned into ash. Here’s to us, those born of violence, turned into a war-ground.
We are beauty and fire; ash we may be, but we are stronger than them.
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Holy shit I can’t believe that this blog has been active for a full year! This has been such a fantastic ride so far and I just can’t believe how attached I have grown to this little angsty fireball of an elf-child. Over the course of the year I have tapped back into roleplay, which I am most grateful for, and have now regained another outlet for creativity. I’ve seen so many blogs come and go in the course of a year, and it makes me feel almost veteran (which I am most definitely not). I have also met so many awesome people over DARP and have even made some close friends.
While I’m not particularly great at this kind of thing, I have compiled a list of as many blogs that I can think of that I am grateful to see on my dash and/or interact with. But firstly, I need to do some special shout outs to those who make this time extra special. None of this list goes in any particular order, I’m just writing this as it comes to me!
First of all – The Protectors of the Modest Penri
An old group chat that lasted for a few months, but has seriously made such an impression on me and my muse. I had so much fun in this chat, and it has left me with so much laughter and so much inspiration despite anything else. Everyone here has a special place, and always will!
@get-anders @lacrimcsa @mortumm @xrutherford @amatuss @lyriumwclf
Okay now to the actual shout outs – eyy!
@mortumm / @serpentiss / like a thousand other fucking blogs – This is Lilly, the first person that I actually befriended in DARP and the one that I still talk to most. They really helped bring so much enthusiasm to RP, and introduced me to many other people here (damn social butterfly). Lilly is near and dear to my heart, even if they don’t darp much anymore, and will continue to always make me feel like an old woman.
@get-anders – friGGEN NYANDERS such a fantastic person. Honestly, she’s one of the kindest people ever, and I hold so much respect for her. Our Anders/Kallian bromance is definitely one the most treasured ships on this blog, and her relationship with Anders is so crucial and aghHHH *waves fists in the air bc cannot words*
@lyriumwclf – mmMMM GIRL. If I have the most random fucking idea for anything, I’ll pop it over to her and she’s always there to flail and freak out with me. Hey, I know we haven’t talked about this in like 6 months BUT WHAT IF– and then we’ll just randomly talk about shit. Seriously, like a brain twin from across the fucking world.
@magicthrives – Baby jesus christ, one of the sweetest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of interacting with. She channels Morrigan FANTASTICALLY, as if Morrigan, herself, would be narrating her own posts. Probably one of the people I’ve interacted with the most for the past few months, and it has definitely been a huge highlight to this year.
@eritvita – Fucking senpai. I’ve had so much fun interacting and writing with you. It’s so utterly fantastic to see how our characters’ relationship has evolved, and you’ve probably been around much longer than many other blogs. I have so much respect for both writer and muse, and I always look forward to more opportunities of interaction. This is one of those blogs that I could literally constantly keep threading with, multiple threads, meme-ing like fucking cray, and there’s never a dull moment. <3
And all those very special people that I love seeing on my dash.
Whether we interact a lot, a little, or not at all ( or not yet! ), you have a special place on my dash and I love seeing and reading your posts.
@crowblooded @oflavellan @vigiilance @stabbystabseeker @path-of-sorrows @fxreball @twicebound @madamdefer @ofdxlish @ambrosien @kremicalhit @thesxmmersword @fellhero @vigoare @vintyvanora @wild-mageling @rebelliontales @ironhorns @aithreachas @stultusvulpes @ofvalitus @idolbound @shiningqueen @altersschwach @avvaress @provocatcur @rutiilus
Once again, thank you so much for being here. Everyone who follows this silly Hero of Ferelden blog is special to me, and I absolutely mean that. I appreciate you!
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hi friends, just an psa that i am a retail manager working over the christmas period. i’ve always worked full time, but with how busy we have been and will be throughout the next month, i haven’t had/won’t have time to be doing replies while i’m at work (which is what i normally do lmao i’m a bad boss). this will mean replies might take a little longer. please accept my apologies if i’m slow and know that once my store dies down after christmas i’ll be straight back to being incompetent at work doing replies. love you all. xoxo
For now I will let myself be broken, only so I can start over and become someone who will never lose to sorrow again.
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