Solavellan Hell

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2026/7/7 Today's drawing.

Her flexibility is impressive.

Solas always revealing himself throughout DAI. Just the rebellion leader taking charge. Just this simple apostate barking orders while Cassandra lets him. That's how commanding he is.

It's the burn part too that I always get fixated on - the rage of it, trying to violently sever the attachment that helped turn Wisdom into the Dread Wolf. But because he does it through pain and rage rather than healing and acceptance, that one act is like a symbol of an even greater pattern in his ancient life - that his body is a battlefield, a weapon.

Wisdom pulled from the Fade to become a Weapon - a weapon against Titans, a weapon to make weapons of great power - a weapon against Elgar'nan. Mythal in her own words says this. "I used your wisdom as a weapon - and it broke you."

And that bodily sacrifice is through his whole life - he throws himself body first into things. While he's free in Minrathous he's front and centre in fighting off the tendrils, defending against Elgar'nan, helping the Shadow Dragons. He doesn't hesitate throwing himself at Lusacan. In Disrupt and Conquer he gets injured by Elgar'nan because HE throws himself at Elgar'nan - Solas always leads from the front - what else does a weapon do? Even the Dread Wolf is a tool of the rebellion - a tool to inspire, to sway, to create fear in the hearts of the enemies.

I am not uptight about privacy because I'm hiding something. I'm uptight about it because the people who dismiss my right to privacy are dangerous to you and me and our families, personally, all the time.

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Rhela'vhen has been on a journey, ever since she graced the world with her presence.

A journey of finding not only the courage to do what is necessary, but also the courage to find herself and look deep within.

This journey has brought friends, found new family, healing..

And also laughter, knowledge and revelations.

The road has always been perilous, on the edge. There was no time for second thoughts or doubts. The urgency of the world around bled into every decision and every step taken.

Sometimes, every heartbeat felt like the last one. Heartbreak has left in its wake a more resilient soul, and shattered fragments of what could have been. What could still be.

But each step will bring her closer to completion.

The night is long And the path is dark Look to the sky For one day soon The dawn will come.