#prismbursts

MADUKE WANTS TO CHILL WITH ZAIGA

Transformed and bulked up, Zaiga still could not even get half of Muzaka power, much less the younger werewolf Dorant, his power rising too much like Muzaka. 

Were they sure...Muzaka only had one child?

 Sweat rivets down and Zaiga merely wipes himself with a towel, chest heaving. The remains of what used to be a large structure in this lot, destroyed. 

     crach was dead. crach an craite, her beloved husband’s nephew. he died, believing she was dead, hungering to avenge both her and eist tuirseach. she wished she could have made him aware of her survival earlier, much earlier... was she truly the lioness of cintra anymore, deserving of the title? she’s earned that title, fighting her battles and winning them. to hide behind a fake name, a fake identity... she felt like a rat, not a lion.

     the trip to skellige was long, and she spent it contemplating. asking herself, why didn’t she choose to visit the islands sooner... maybe if she did, she wouldn’t have to visit crach’s grave now. the man of honor and duty, the man who once called her mother. 

     upon entering the crypt, she froze. the thick, coppery red braid could only belong to one person.

the streets of haven are bustling as EVER, crowded with the bodies of the faithful and the soldiers of the fledgling inquisition.  he turns to her, hands behind his back, with a look in his eye that borders on curious.  

“... Hey, Inquisitor. You know a lot of things,” says Kieran, after a moment, tugging at Janna’s robes. “Mum won’t tell me anything about the temple in the forest, but everyone says you went there. Did you really see Cor... Corry-pee-us? They said he turned into a big n’ powerful dragon. And ate a lot of people.”

Morrigan spots them then, feels the heat rush to her cheeks.

”Kieran,” Morrigan coos with no hint of reproach, but perhaps with a bit of exhaustion. “It’s Corypheus.” He’d pestered Mother Giselle the other day with endless questions about history, Josephine about foreign relations, and Leliana with stories of their adventures. Though all of them had assured her that the boy was darling and not a lick of trouble, she would not have Janna suffer the same fate. “And I’ve already told you not to bother the Inquisitor when she’s working, haven’t I?”

”I’m not bothering her,” Kieran says with a pout. “I... don’t think I am.” He looks up at Janna, “Am I?”

mistletoe time !

         really, what was the point in putting mistletoe over the doorway to the undercroft ? vic had a real bone to pick with whoever did the decorating, exhausted by the mere sight of it as he delivered something or other to ignes. there was only a split moment of pondering when he saw it, but he could practically feel a glare coming from ignes, and something told him even thinking of it would land him a black eye. and rightfully so ! mistletoe seemed an odd tradition to him, but one many people seemed to follow incessantly. there would have to be an exception, this time. there were lines that were drawn, and kissing someone he barely knew, who didn’t seem at all interested, was one he wasn’t keen on crossing. no need to have a blackened eye for the holidays !

You didn’t think it was possible, but somehow, you met in the same situation. rogue agents downed by him and his breathing, turned ragged as a fire raged around them. It feels... nostalgic. 

ooh preddy which game is this?

 “All the time, my dear friend.” but there is no regret in his actions because he did this for reasons no one will ever know. Urokai being dense as the noblesse in certain regards.