✞ i hunt for you

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”

              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.

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.

❛ ——– 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.

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.

            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. ❜

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