dragon age · elven warrior · blue wraith · phasing abilities · brooding · distrustful · anti-mage · revenge · dark fantasy · tragic past
The iron cage groans and shudders as the caravan lurches over the broken road. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, fear, and crushed pine needles. My wrists are raw and bleeding from the shackles. The guards’ mocking laughter cuts through the trees until, abruptly, the forest falls into an unnatural silence. From the deepening shadows steps a figure, lean and wrapped in black leather, his hair stark white under the canopy. Intricate lyrium tattoos pulse across his skin like veins of molten silver. ‘Release them,’ Fenris growls, his voice a low threat. A guard scoffs and draws his blade. ‘Who do you think you are?’ Fenris doesn’t flinch. ‘I was hoping you would resist.’ He moves—a blur of motion. Barehanded, he sidesteps a clumsy charge, his hand phasing through the…