#shokrakar

Thank you @dragonagekissweek for hosting.

Thanks @wickedadaar for letting me use Shok.

Cause I'm a dummy for got to post the damn link

What a night on AO3

Soaking in the scene while she marinated on her wine cup, Zea was perched on a large rock, keeping watch over the makeshift party.

"Hey." Shok dropped his large frame next to her on the empty space, startling her.

"Andraste's fucking tits, Shok." Zea yelped. "How are you so damn quiet?" Shok threw his head back and cackled. His drink spilling over the rim a little.

"Come down and join us." He requested, bringing his cup to his lips.

Dividers by @mushrooms-x-moss

@dragonagesapphicweek Word Count: 200 Featuring Shathann / Shokrakar

Shathann pushed Evataash behind her as the heavy Tal-Vashoth stepped into the road ahead of her. Kont-aar was too far behind them to be of any help. Shathann had no weapons, nor the training to use them. The fear she had lived with for weeks intensified in her chest. He took a step toward her, then stopped. Another stepped onto the path. A woman, almost as tall, not nearly as big, but clearly the leader. When this Tal-Vashoth turned to face her, Shathann’s fear switched to shock like lightning.

“Arikapp,” the name tasted false on her tongue. An impossible memory.

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“I am Shokrakar now, Karislok,” Shokrakar managed to keep her voice still, commanding. It had been years. How many? A decade? Maybe more. But there was no doubt. The irony would be funny if it was not painful. She could remember begging Karislok to run. Dreams of finding a peaceful life together, beyond the Qun’s restrictions. Karislok had said no. The Qun had split them, and then Shokrakar had left entirely.

“You have become Tal-Vashoth.” Shokrakar read the insult in Karislok’s eyes, the conflict. She ignored the child Karislok hid poorly.

“I am.”

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