#raserei

"It is also of the mossy stones that refuse to break or move," Raserei hummed seemingly lost in thought but listening all the same, "It also seems to be the color of rifts, interestingly enough. So tell me what has you pondering color? Are you thinking of becoming an artist when this is done?"

Kaaras chuckled softly as he looked to his hand. No, he wasn’t an artist. He couldn’t draw to save his life. He was pretty sure stick figures were even impossible for him. Writing was where he’d excelled when it came to anything creative. 

“No, I was just... enjoying the view,” he smiled as they stood on a balcony of one of the inns. Ferelden was a beautiful place, or at least Kaaras thought so. The rolling hills and fields of farms that were covered in green, that stretched out to the forests and more dangerous places where beasts lurked.

“Sometimes it’s nice to remember the smaller things in life, the simple things. It allows us to appreciate it.” Or at least it did for Kaaras. He knew not everyone shared the same views as he did. Taking a step back from being the Inquisitor was a good reminder of his humble roots, though. 

Hey please don't calm down.

Hey, bitte nimm es nicht leicht.

Well that was not what he was expecting. Elias was...different. He could sense it, rather Valor could, much like Cole, Raserei kept his distance. Not because he didn't like Elias, he didn't know the person from manners, but it was because there was the fear that the longer he was near them the closer his secret was to being revealed.

It's why he avoided Cole, a spirit of compassion according to Valor, kind and only wanting to help, it was still precarious. They only accepted Cole under the idea that Ras and Solas were to watch him, and that Ras was fully human...he feared what finding out about Valor would do to change their trust in him.

"Well, you're not a rival, are you? So you have nothing to fear." Raserei replied with a small smile.

"Besides I don't think you've seen me covered in blood yet."

Elias’ expression was unreadable. Still. It was always hard to read him. Even having spent centuries on this side of the Veil, he still barely understood people. The physical people of this realm, not the spirits of the Fade. They were complicated, complex creatures. Spirits had a single purpose, and that he could understand. But even spirits could grow. Spirits such as himself, and Valour that was tied to the Inquisitor. 

“Oh, but I have heard,” he replied. “You are formidable, the stories say. I would very much like to see what others have.” Valour must have known that he was part spirit part man, something stuck in between both worlds. Powerful, too. He had studied the Avvar, watched them even from afar. Their relationship with spirits was, perhaps, one of the kindest. They did not see them as something to fear, or even fully use as a tool, but something to combine themselves with, for a greater purpose. 

‘Can I help you?’ 

@wolf-at-worlds-end​ || cont 

Well, this was unexpected. The giant didn’t think he would find another who looked like him. A giant even among the Avvar, a horned monster to Lowlanders, but a skilled one and so many of the fancy Lowlanders needed things killed or people dead and his clan could always use Lowlander coin from time to time.

Rare to see one like you among humans, is it not?

Raserei wanted to correct the spirit, but let it lie, for the time being, he knew what it meant.

Yes, very.

“Greetings Lowlander, are you with the Inquisition? Some of my clansmen have left our home in hopes of helping mend the sky.”

It was not often, not often at all, that Kaaras saw another qunari so far down the South. All his life, he had been one of the very few in Southron Hills, Ferelden, but to find one in the Frosbacks? That seemed even more unique, and the man certainly didn’t dress like he was here on an expedition. No, he was dressed as if he were local. The Inquisitor found himself unable to keep the look of surprise from crossing his sharp features. 

“Er... yes, yes we are,” he stated, gesturing to the small party that had accompanied him here on their ventures. He cleared his throat, collecting himself. Much like the stranger before him, Kaaras himself didn’t appear to dress much like a Qunari, more like the humans he accompanied. 

Raserei: The souls of the innocent!

Discord: A bagel.

Raserei: No!

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Sensory Prompts

@wolf-at-worlds-end​ said:  a bite of an apple {Which ever muse calls to you}

He could smell the scent of the fruit from much further away than should be possible. But he was not fully human, was he? Not anymore. Not since he’d been turned into a vile creature of Rage and violence. But the demon inside him could also smell something else. Something strong of the Fade, of its own world. 

With his sword on his back, Tobias moved forward, where he spotted the tree of glistening, ripe apples. A good bite, if he wished it. But his tongue always craved something else, as did his hands--the flesh between them, crimson scent of life upon his tongue and between sharp teeth. 

The man breathed, attempting to subdue the temptation of wroth as he spotted the creature. Horns. Grey skin. A qunari. This far south? Golden eyes squinted, but he knew he was no match for a beast--not unless Rage came out, and even then, he wondered what strength a qunari had. He decided to stand down.

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