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thehometree2015-04-20 01:49 am
formerslave) wrote in thehometree2015-04-20 01:49 am
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| characters | Fenris & Open
| date/time | Evening, April 19th
| location | Entrance
| rating | Some warnings of scars and abuse.
| summary | Fenris does not approve of this place.
The wooden floor of the tree was hard, the wall uneven and rough. Yet he still leaned to it, his lkarge green eyes following the bright light in the middle of the room as if it could give him any answers. He was tensed, uncomfortable all the way down to his core, and there had been no lies to avoid, no battle to fight.
Just a ray of light... and that gem.
Wings. A dream to some, an enhancement worthy of a magister, to conquer the skies the sky itself. Not to him. To Fenris, it was nothing but a joke, a cruel reminder from someone with lousy humor. He had been so disgusted, seething in silence at the mockery of those markings. There might be no lyrium in them, but the pattern was a perfect match.
You're still flawed, scarred, branded.
Anger was easy. Rage was comfortable to turn to, and he had sent the gem flying towards the wall of the room, hoping it would shatter; maybe release the illusion from his mind. It proved quite impossible, however, and it didn't matter how many times he threw the gem away. It somehow returned to him again, and it was more than a little disconcerting.
It made his skin crawl.
Whoever put him here weren't showing themselves, which had the elf even more on edge. He didn't like being alone. Not any more. Hawke had already been gone for a long time, and he didn't want to be trapped in this illusion when the mage came back.
He wanted to be free.
| date/time | Evening, April 19th
| location | Entrance
| rating | Some warnings of scars and abuse.
| summary | Fenris does not approve of this place.
The wooden floor of the tree was hard, the wall uneven and rough. Yet he still leaned to it, his lkarge green eyes following the bright light in the middle of the room as if it could give him any answers. He was tensed, uncomfortable all the way down to his core, and there had been no lies to avoid, no battle to fight.
Just a ray of light... and that gem.
Wings. A dream to some, an enhancement worthy of a magister, to conquer the skies the sky itself. Not to him. To Fenris, it was nothing but a joke, a cruel reminder from someone with lousy humor. He had been so disgusted, seething in silence at the mockery of those markings. There might be no lyrium in them, but the pattern was a perfect match.
You're still flawed, scarred, branded.
Anger was easy. Rage was comfortable to turn to, and he had sent the gem flying towards the wall of the room, hoping it would shatter; maybe release the illusion from his mind. It proved quite impossible, however, and it didn't matter how many times he threw the gem away. It somehow returned to him again, and it was more than a little disconcerting.
It made his skin crawl.
Whoever put him here weren't showing themselves, which had the elf even more on edge. He didn't like being alone. Not any more. Hawke had already been gone for a long time, and he didn't want to be trapped in this illusion when the mage came back.
He wanted to be free.
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[Another person, odd-eyed and young. Probably easily amazed by these things.]
I'm not paying it. Not like this.
[Not with those wings.]
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[It's how he lost his limbs. Why he's got his scars.Life exacted a price, while demanded they do nothing about it. Stupid in his mind.]
It all depends on which your willing pay.
[Though in some areas he's paid more then enough. Probably why he fell, tired of just going through the motions, accepting everything thrown at him like it never mattered.]
You'll be stuck on this floor. I've only ever seen anyone fly to and from the openings.
[He doesn't particularly care. It's just worth mentioning.]
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[He shifts again, watching the boy.]
Magic corrupts. I can feel it affecting me every time I get close to that light. I'm not going to let it addle my mind into surrendering for this.
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[He doesn't like the sense of calm that falls over him. He didn't want calm he wants the rest of his revenge, though it's going to have to wait for now. Magic isn't the only thing that corrupts, but that feels like it doesn't need to be said. Being corrupt isn't necessarily bad. Like being "Fallen".]
It's probably responsible for us being here, or at least involved somehow.
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[It might feel nice, but that didn't mean it was. A lot of blood magic spells could addle your mind in the same way.]
Who are you supposed to be?
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[He's got to remember this isn't home and his family isn't immediately known. He's not known, people here had their wits about them.]
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Is there any way out?
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[Not that it's stopped him from looking. He has countries to take back, after all.
Even if this stranger is different, more different then even the giant Imuchakk.]
Several people are searching, the mist surrounding the tree apparently can't be passed.
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[Muttering under his breathe, he looks at the small piece of the gem by his feet again. He didn't like this at all - the place literally forced him to use it to even get outside.]
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[ well, maybe there'd be something useful to come out of this.]