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Of wolves and warriors

[(Anonymous)]

“If you want the elf, then take him”

He really was not surprised, actually he had expected it come sooner. What with how that heartless bastard treated elves in general, how he treated slaves and the people around him. It was a wonder why Fenris did not get sold out earlier.

However, it was because of this arrogant heartlessness that Hawke had left his back wide open to him. It was that fatal flaw that made Isabelle and Varric move to the side and out of his way as he stalked forward. It was that fatal flaw that let Fenris thrust his hand through the man’s chest and pull out the organ that pumped blood through his body, toss it in Danarius’ face and then pull his arm back, letting the worthless corpse fall to the ground.

“Now it’s your turn Danarius” He snarled.

And it was that fatal flaw that drew every able body to their feet and against the bastard mage.

~*~

Danarius was on his knees, Isabella idly toying with the dagger she had buried in his shoulder, smiling sadistically as Danarius grunted and groaned in pain.

Varric was putting arrows in the heads of the last of those that had claimed to be on Danarius’ side. And his sister, the one that had sold him out, well the slippery little bitch had managed to slither away during the fight. But with no master and with no Hawke to keep him here, Fenris was free to hunt her down like the savage wolf everyone thought he was.

“F-Fenris”

Idly two lightly colored eyes drifted to the old blood mage, sneering at that spark of hope that lit up in his old, cold eyes.

“I-I remember fondly when you used to harbor affection for me”

“And I remember fondly when Isabella buried that dagger in your shoulder” Fenris retorted.

Danarius grunted as said dagger was twisted around a bit, and hearing that pained grunt, like he had wanted to for so many years, brought a sadistic smile to Fenris’ face. This was going along so well, now he just needed to rip the bastard’s heart out with the power branded into his skin and-

Danarius’ hand came up to the dagger and for a moment Fenris thought it was to fruitlessly try and dislodge it from is flesh. Blood magic did not come to his mind until Danarius pulled his bloody hand away from the dagger. And by that time he had already activated his vile curse.

The bastard mage was surrounded by red for a moment, smiling evilly as Isabella jumped backwards and away.

“Now my little wolf, where were we?” Danarius asked.

Fenris readied his blade though he knew it was hopeless. What use was might against magic? What use fighting when his master was here? What use was anything?

Danarius waved his hand, summoning a demon from the Fade.

“If you insist, pet”

In a cloud of red, it came. And for a moment, Fenris could only perceive a vaguely human outline, thinking perhaps that it was a Desire demon, both ironic and fitting considering the situation.

“What in the name of me am I doing here?!”

…What in the what?

The cloud disappeared, revealing… a man? His hair was white and slicked back, eyes the exact same color and suggesting blindness. He wore strange clothing that was half orange and half purple. And there was an air of… madness about him.

“…What are you?” Danarius asked the man, obviously not part of his plan.

“Me? Me?! You don’t know who I am yet you managed to rip me from my place several realms away?!” The man snapped “I, good sir, am Sheogorath! Daedric Prince of madness!”

“Daedric? I’ve never heard of such things” Danarius scowled.

“Oh! Then you’re going to enjoy this!” The man smiled widely before snapping his fingers and a staff magically appearing in his hands.

Fenris had a very bad feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.

(I have no clue where I'm going with this, so comments/suggestions will receive lots of love. Also I only have fluff planned because I can't think of Fenris as anything other then a top, so if anyone would like to make suggestions for that too, then much obliged. Night pups!)