#masterdanarius

"I am no one’s pet. And I am more than capable of protecting myself. Want to test that theory?"

Pet? *The Champion scoffed.* Judging from your tone and choice of words, I'm assuming you're Fenris's previous owner. I really do hate to break it to you, but Fenris is a free man. *Anyone could practically feel the sarcasm in Hawke's voice.* By no means am I his "new master". Simply a friend.

just no.

Jared looked into his mirror with a scowl on his face, then began to make sillier faces, and ended up laughing at himself. It was kind of funny to see the face of Danarius with his cheeks pulled out and eyes rolled up so only the white were visible. He heard a knock on his door and looked around, his wheelchair had been discarded, as apparently being Danarius came with a set of legs. He panicked for a second, but strode over to the left door and opened it, to see eye to eye with the person who's face he was in possession of.

Jared was in his clinic crushing some herbs and taking down his own notes, thinking of techniques and such. Jared figured it was about time he put out milk for the cats. He filled a bowl full of milk and put it in his lap, then rolled to in front of the clinic and set it down carefully. A black cat mewled and walked over to him, and he grinned, holding his hand out and petting it as it drank. After a few minutes, the cat began to hiss an skittered away. Jared raised an eyebrow and looked around. He saw a figure walking towards him, ambling in the dark. As soon as Jared saw who it was, a chill creeped over his spine. It'd been a week or so since his first run in with the man, and he was hoping the next wouldn't be for a very long time. Jared grabbed his staff from the holster on the back of his chair, and aimed it at the figure. "Get away from me!"