130 Recent Deviations
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To Glow or Not to GlowSachael walked away from the camp, feeling the need for some alone time. While he loved his companions, most of the time, there were times that their constant presence grated on the Dalish mage's nerves. As he stood at the bank of one of the small streams that criss-crossed the area, Sach's blue eyes narrowed as he tried to make out a faint light in the distance. His concentration waned slightly at the feel of arms coming around his waist and a pair of lips starting their worship of his neck.To Glow or Not to Glow by Dragonwyrd316
"What has caught your interest, my dear Warden?" Zevran whispered as he began to nibble on the sensitive point of Sachael's ear.
"Mmm, just trying to figure out what's glowing off in the distance," he replied, turning so he stood face to face with his lover.
"Perhaps a treasure left for us to find, yes?" Zevran's eyes twinkled merrily in the moonlight.
"You and your treasure, love," Sachael chuckled, pressing a swift and hard kiss upon Zevran's lips.
"Let's go see
Heart and Home Chap. 22Heart and Home Chap. 22 by Zara-Arletis
Carver sat in the driver's seat of an old wooden wagon. It shuddered every time they rolled over a bump, joints shrieking in protest. The sound grated on his nerves and put him on edge. The blighted thing should be put out of its misery. Better to walk than to put up with it. The templar grimaced, silently cursing the whole situation. Honestly, Carver wasn't sure how he'd ended up here. There was still so much work to be done in the Val Royeaux alienage; they'd barely gotten started.
Charity brought the rebellion converts en masse, and Carver's group sent them on, five or ten at a time to the forest where they would meet the elvhenan. The Dalish split them up on arrival, send them out with different caravans to be trained and educated. To help where they were needed. It was a good system, and the work kept Carver's mind off other things.
He'd been handing out sacks of food in this same blasted cart when Merrill found him. She'd said they were leaving and told
Missing Fenris would never go back. To Danarius, to being a slave held under against his need to live. But, almost often, he misses it. It's not the abuse he longs for, not the unbearable torture. It is the familiarity, the predictability, the knowledge of his place and where he stands. It was all he's ever known and it has been abandoned in his quest for something better. But, always, there is the risk of ending somewhere worse. And it is never easy.Missing by Glyphron
He is alone. Surrounded by faces he's just begun to know, just begun to care for. But, they are still so far out of reach. He is not like them. They do not bear habits they cannot seem to break, or feel urges to give anything to please, and they are not afraid. They are not afraid to sleep and have nightmares of death and dismemberment. They are not afraid to wake and face the daylight, the sounds of the world outside. Nor do they fear simply walking to their door, unconcerned of a possible enemy
A Breath Held Hope was hardly ash upon his tonngue, still warm but nearly a ghost. Just a mockery of what it should be. He, the jester on the fool's court and he knew as much. There was nothing to hope for, no reason to suffer that burden. Survival relies on the mechanations of self, and would come apart on a molten tide of wishes that could not be fulfilled. And, until now, he had never even known the illusion of hope.A Breath Held by Glyphron
Fenris took to deceit and laid it like blinders on a bridle to his unknowing recuers. Driving them onward to weather the trap set for him so that he would not perish or suffer. If reputation did them justice, they would come through. He had made certain only the strongest would be hired for his task. Perhaps they would harbor a grudge, but that did not concern him. He did not care because, what would it matter? He was alone, that's the way things were. It was no loss to him if it earned him hatred.
The Beautiful Disaster This is not the first nest of vile scum they have cleared. Nor will it be the last. They have come to hunt this filth and their ilk together, he and Hawke. A common hatred giving them a common cause and thirst for violence. He presents them with an open challenge, something to keep their focus while she delicately weaves through the shadows. A spider working across threads of its web to silence those unwary of how their struggles attract her. Stalking ever closer for the final, venomous, bite.The Beautiful Disaster by Glyphron
Their alliance in these hunts have been rather long term. She is drawn to seek them out to fulfill old grudges, just as he is. And, often, they would stumble upon each other in their conquests to sate their own needs. This would bring problems, as their methods were vastly different. It had been cause for needless stress and danger as they tried to work around each other. But, their unquenchable bloodlust soon forged them into a pair, and that is
Candlelight Child - 10 "I ran like my ass was on fire, it probably was!" Exclaimed the survivor. "Only, I went the wrong way. I ended up trapped here."Candlelight Child - 10 by Glyphron
His eyes were beady dots of color swimming in white, his gaze pleading for protection.
Marianna raises a hand, a gesture for him to calm himself and keep talking.
"Did anyone else manage to escape."
He turns running a hand through his hair, red like summer strawberries.
"Some of my fellows ran for the surface. I hope they made it."
There had been only a handful of corpses that littered the ground between the camp and this tunnel. Surely, some must have. Hawke hoped as much as this shaken man that fortune was in favor of them, that not everyone had perished. She replaced her expression of melancholy with an assuring smile, which did not quite convince the stranger. But, it did comfort him some, and the tension in his muscles slacked a little.
"I've cleared t
DA: Fracture 1IN DREAMINGDA: Fracture 1 by Glyphron
Darkness. It is so dark, dense, nearly suffocating. You struggle to move, and your body will not humor you. You go to cry out, and your voice cannot be found. It is all lost within this darkness, neither cold nor warm, just empty. Vacant of anything, everything. You think you hear the softest of whispers before a voice startles you, deep and alluring. A voice that stirs you to your core.
" It began in the darkness before time. The Maker always created, The Destroyer always abolished. Great beings, they are rival brothers. Eternally at war...
Eventually, The Maker created the world and kept his hold against The Destroyer, protecting his creation. And The Destroyer keenly watched, awaiting his chance to demolish the world. But the impasse drew on.
The Maker became confident this world could last and populated it with many peoples. He did not realize that being kin with The Destroyer, some of his brother's blood would infiltr
|The MEG Fan club is a DeviantArt fan group of an mysterious elf man, whose first concept art was leaked and featured in NAG, a South African gaming magazine. BioWare haven't announced the identity of his name, we nicknamed him Meg-- Mysterious Elf Guy, and out of several proposed nicknames, seems to be the one that's going to stick for now. It is later revealed MEG's name is Fenris, and is voiced by Gideon Emery, aka the sky pirate in FF 12.|
Fenris is a potential companion in Dragon age 2, as well as a romance option for either a male or female Hawke.
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