#dreadwo1f

[kiers-art-blog]

MayThe Dreadwold Take You

[theredconqueror]

@dreadwo1f: (continued)

violet eyes went cold . a night's chill , thick as fog. the wolf silently stalks , observing the other from where he stands. before the corner of his lips twitch , he sneered. arms clasped behind his back , standing proud and regal similar to the depiction of the god painted on the walls. and he wonders , “ does the name give you pause ? ” his opposer was right to hold reservations but solas didn't need doubt to seep in , not now , not when he was so close . “  dread wolf, god of lies , treachery , ” there was contempt as he tossed his words so carelessly , titles he did not favor. “  i'm sure you've heard the rest . . . those stories were merely fabricated to strike fear in the hearts of the dalish. they are , simply just stories. ” he made an attempt to dispel his uncertainty with a liar's tongue. “ what is real however is the threat unleashed upon this world. we need each other if we are to survive what's to come. i would not lie about that. ” 

he is unflinching before the predator's gaze. so: this is the true picture behind the painting, finally peeled back after so many years. the gold edges of pride that might have been shown in their time together in the inquisition are now on full display; the godly demeanor meant to intimidate, he is sure. saramus is the snake who has slipped between the cracks of the abyss — he doesn't fear the wolf's maw. "is that the same line you used on ROOK?" he muses with a sharp smile, his head tilting in half-inspection, half playful scolding at the notion of being fed leftovers. "i can tell you that it failed to CONVINCE them." this gift he'll give for free. he cannot leave all of the fate of the world to a stranger — the one who finds themselves at the unfortunate crossroads of this trio of gods. saramus had never feared that they would fail to defeat corypheus. the evanuris, however, were a different beast. he looks to consider the other's words, almost as if accepting them. at first, at least. he smiles, still. "the only question is what will be the catch at the end, isn't it? shall i have to wait to get to the last page again?" too late. not this time — it is why he is here, to judge the dread wolf for himself. a question, curious, earnest: "what do you wish for me to call you? SOLAS or FEN'HAREL?"

[lahorreur]

fear, when embraced, hardens and sharpens.

how little amira knows as to why her kins words strike a dagger into the truth of her soul. on the surface , yes , the former tevinter slave understands. all she can remember is fear. the chains wrapped tight around ones heart ── gods forbid you make a mistake , step out of line. she doesn't understand just how sharp and bloodthirsty she'd become. what whispers she'd heard. what psalms sang from her throat of how the blood baptizes. fear , she thinks to herself , readies you to be forged into a weapon.

they stand amongst the battlements , days after amira had finally woken up from whatever had knocked her unconscious in the first place. no conversations led to any proper recollection of what had transpired prior. frustrating to say the least. " and it breeds hate. lets it fester an infection until it's all you can feel. " of course she's speaking from experience. it was quite obvious in the way she avoided the mage upstairs. the once priestess looks to @dreadwo1f. unwilling to say that she was grateful in this moment that she wasn't being left alone. that would mean admitting to a fear , how apt , that there was something within her waiting in the dark recesses , scratching at the walls to remind her it was just biding time before returning. fingers wrap around her wrists , rubbing the skin before being forced to lace in front of her. " are we both speaking from experience ?? or am i being lectured on the matter ?? "

[oopsallmabari]

zevran

a) zevran is a short king and in my head he is 5'1 (MAX 5'3. no tall zevrans allowed.)

b) fantastic character that holds a lot of deflecting humor wrapped in heartbreak, who i care for dearly.

(send me a character and i'll tell you their height+what i think of them in a sentence)

[mournwatchingprofessor]

@dreadwo1f asked:

you . turn around .

Van Helsing Sentence Meme

The voice was familiar these days, and he knew who it was who spoke. The dread wolf, Fen'harel, Solas, whatever he was going by this day. He'd heard it over and over, each time they found a wolf statue, and watched a memory previously forgotten, he'd heard it. Though the shock of hearing it so close, quickly wore off. His life was chaotic these days, after all. What couldn't happen.

"And if I do? Will you strike me, Solas?"

[nightsongs]

@dreadwo1f gets a starter (from Mithril).

In the makeshift training grounds at Skyhold, a small archery range had been set up for people to practice. Mithril had claimed it that morning, stringing arrow after arrow to shoot them into the targets. She was frustrated. She'd specifically written to her sister and told her to stay home, where it was safer, but Riven hadn't listened. She'd arrived at Skyhold the day before.

The two of them had argued, probably loud enough that all of Skyhold heard.

So Mithril was blowing off some steam. She knew they'd make up, they always did, but she just wanted her twin to be safe. The Inquisition mess wasn't safe, not by a long shot.

She got the sense that someone was watching her. Lowering her bow, she turned around. "Oh. Solas. Did you need something?" She didn't mean to sound so snippy. She cleared her throat. "Sorry. I'm just...frustrated right now. It's not you, I promise."

[fadedmisfits]

@dreadwo1f

❛ i don’t think any of you understand how important i am to the plot. ❜ ( 😅 for nels )

"I don' think ye understand how much I don' fuckin' care how important ye think ye are, friend." Nels glowered as she looked at Solas from across the chasm, arms planted firmly on her hips. Varric, though she trusted the dward with her life, had some sort of soft spot for the Dread Wolf that she couldn't understand.

Every time she'd met with him in this prison, he just came off as an arrogant prick who thought he knew better than the rest of the world.

"There's a whole world o' people out there that ye didn' even give the chance to make a choice. No, yer an arrogant bastard who thinks ye can't ask for help. Jus' tryin' to control the narrative, no consideration for who it hurts. Jus' like the rest of the elven gods."

[nobodyexpectsthe]

“ Feel better getting that off your chest? ”

he should say yes. carefully smooth the wrinkles out of this suit and act like all it took to relieve the burden from his shoulders was confiding in a companion. that would be the wise and noble thing to do. the kind of thing an inquisitor does.

but in this moment he does not much feel like the inquisitor. there is a letter tucked into the desk by the drawer, declaring him an orphan, and it is the first time in weeks he has been able to process what the words truly mean. so much of the night has been spent in superficial conversation with the nobility that fund the inquisition, so much of it enduring their patronizing smiles.

in the end, he feels like a puppet in an ill-fitting suit, tired of dancing for the men and women who hate the curl of his words and the point of his ears. knowing full well that though it has ended for tonight it will begin a new the next day. then there will be no more room for grief, no more time to talk. he will have other people's problems to solve, and his own will remain locked in a little box as he can scarcely afford for word of his weakness to spread.

the inquisitor is uncoquerable. but the elf beneath the title is grieving a loss that cannot be put to words.

his fingers flex against the bannister. staring down at the camp full of people, dreaming of the better tomorrow he's not sure he can bring.

"do you know the tale of fen'harel?" he asks, lowering himself to lean on his elbows. "tales, i should say. they vary clan by clan. I've heard the same story told from a dozen different perspectives at gatherings, marking him as hero, villain, both, and neither."

a pause. he picks absently at a dip in the stone, not yet finished but uncertain how to continue.

"all the same, we erect his statues outside our camp and ask him to guard our backs against the enemy. yet we were taught never to bring a carving within the limits. funny that, to rely on a creature to serve as a guard yet condemn his presence by our fire... i never once considered how cruel it was until i saw the way these nobles look at me, heard how they speak of me.

i ask you, is a fed dog not more loyal than a beast starving for scraps? does one struck not eventually twist to bite the offending hand? traitor or not, it is little wonder he holds no love for us. i would surely feel no love for a people who condemn me to weather the cold and yet demand service."

a shake of his head, slowly straightening and bringing his marked hand to his head. he has gone mad to think himself at all comparable to a traitor god, and yet it echoes with each heavy thump of his bleeding heart.

"i... that is to say, yes, thank you. for hearing me out... i do feel better to have an outlet and - and the drink has the better of me. i am sorry. it's late."

[thanflowers]

@dreadwo1f — starter call / accepting!

        “i hear you're the resident expert on spirits.” she can feel empathy hovering on the other side of the veil, the spirit both part of her and not, somehow. they are bonded, and she wonders if this mostly secret friend of hers is wholly unique, or... “does that mean you've interacted with many of them?”

[dirthenasalin]

@dreadwo1f asked: and here i was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely. ( fen smug harel )

Vela scoffed and averted her gaze, eyes rolling at the awful smugness that was so characteristic of him. Their goals may have aligned but did he truly have to be so damned smug about everything? He was making it increasingly difficult.

"I am sure you were." She retorted, crossing her arms as she turned from him, no longer giving him the satisfaction of watching him. "Must you always be so... insufferable?"

[stcrforged]

❝ you’re not the only one here with power. it doesn’t always have to be you. ❞ ( and dorian. also hello )

" WHAT? " a gleam of confusion appeared in otherwhise sharp iron eyes. an eyebrow was raised as head turned, gaze falling upon the other mage. he was utterly perplexed and tried to remember their recent conversation. had he said something (it wouldn't be first time nor the last time)? had he done something (they had done nothing but walking for the last hour)? " i have never said such a thing but i am the ONLY one with a sense for fashion in this party. " right hand above chest, fingers barely touching armor, indicating that he, dorian of house pavus, had an impeccable style. " no, but seriously solas - i do hope you understand that i respect you and your abilities. your knowledge of the fade is outstanding and interesting. the inquisition wouldn't have been able to close the breach the first time if you hadn't been there. " /@dreadwo1f

[sangreprince]

An Assortment of Dialog Prompts | @dreadwo1f  | ❛ i want it , i win it . call it ambition . ❜　 一　Solas

❝ I call it stubborn. ❞ A spirit of persistence, he was not without a sense of humor. Which came first was another question entirely, but Zagreus's curled lips and smile betrayed his intend to speak further. ❝ You know, speaking as somewhat of an authority on the matter. ❞ The shade bit into a fruit, his shoulders rising and falling in a short shrug. He merely gestured besides him, eyes cast over towards the setting sun. As different as it was from the fade, he had been taken by this world's beauty.

❝ I'll bite. What's on your mind, mate? ❞

[avrorean]

REPOST AND LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

everything matters by AURORA (feat. Pomme)

You're apart of the dawn, where the light comes from the dark / You're apart of the morning, and everything matters / And we are, an atom and a star / You're apart of the moment, and everything matters / (To me, to me, to me, to me)

new frontier by Miracle of Sound

I am a seeker upon the trail / I am a keeper of untold tales, and / There is no wall that I would not scale / I will not waver / Blight on the stones and the sleeping dirt / Deep in the bones of the weeping earth, I / Search for an answer to heal your hurt - It's in my nature

born by Over the Rhine

Put your elbows on the table / I'll listen long as I am able / There's nowhere I'd rather be / Secret fears, the supernatural / Thank God for this new laughter / Thank God the joke's on me / 'Cause I was born to laugh / I learned to laugh through my tears / I was born to love / I'm gonna learn to love without fear

that unwanted animal by The Amazing Devil

But the wind has picked us up now, we're hanging in the air / And as you grip me like an animal that you're about to spear- / "Be good to me, " I whisper / And you say, "What?" and I say, "Nothing, dear."

la vaguelette by Cecilia Cara

But love alone could be to no avail / Only farewell, I fear, would prevail / Thus are our lives filled with joy and sorrow / I'll be here always, forever and tomorrow / To behold the world's undying beauty

jenny of oldstones by Hildegard von Blingin'

High in the halls of the kings who are gone / Jenny would dance with her ghosts / The ones she had lost, and the ones she had found / And the ones who had loved her the most / The ones who'd been gone for so very long / She could not remember their names / They spun her around on the damp old stone / Spun away all her sorrow and pain / And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave-

& LIST 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

"This life is beautiful. Heart, just be wise." — The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova

“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.” — Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen

"Of course you [need love]. Everyone does. It’s funny that we never say it. It’s OK to scream, ‘I’m starving’ in public if you are hungry; it’s OK to make a fuss and say, ‘I’m so sleepy’, if you are tired; but somehow we cannot say, ‘I need some more love.’ Why can’t we say it? It’s just as basic a need." — One Night at the Call Center by Chetan Bhagat

Death twitches my ear. ‘Live,’ he says, ‘I am coming.’ — The Minor Poems of Vergil

"I understand now, why you talk so much about eternity and an unchanging future. It's because you're scared! You're terrified of being alone. [...] And you were right about me. Because even as I rejected your idea for eternity, I was wishing for the same thing. For forever, feelings and bonds that never change. I was, but... People can't be bound forever, and neither can their feelings. I think deep down, you've already realized that, haven't you? And for all this time, it's hurt, knowing that truth." — Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya.

"Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors." — Andrew Boyd

stolen from @mercysought !

tagging. @isalarevas (do dreav coward!!!) @hoboblaidd @ofthewildes @astrxlfinale @dreadwo1f @thanflowers & anyone else who'd like to!

[nobodyexpectsthe]

“ Just act like you know where you’re going, that’s usually enough. ”

"ah yes, continue to do the very thing that got us into the predicament in the first place. wonderful idea!"

they'd been walking for hours in search of ruins he was not even sure were real. he had told them as such from the very moment they had left the hold that the last he had walked these forests he had been but a babe, and he had not been navigating them by whatever mystical dalish senses they thought could lead them to their destination. not unless the whole clan was fool enough to follow along behind a toddler. no, no, he had been mostly curled up in the back of the halla cart content to ignore the world.

letting out a long suffering sigh, the inquisitor squints at the thick forest ahead. impenetrable in the dim light of the moon, and most likely still full of old traps his people decided to leave for any stupid enough to follow. what little progress they'd been making was lost with the light, leaving them no choice but to make camp until dawn.

at which point he supposed he would have to climb a tree or two to try to spy any hint of their destination

"... i'm sorry. that was unkind. this is not your fault, i am just a poor guide." he pinches the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes. "i know some knowledge is better than none, however, i recall so very little of our time in tirashan. the only standout was the ruins that spoke to us. keeper istimaethoriel swore we were making it up, but..."

his hand drops at the sudden thought, turning to his companion with new hope.

"do you think you could dream here, solas?  perhaps the spirits recall the path we took."

[hawkc]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ( an aesthetics dash game based upon figures from arthurian legend ) — repost , do not reblog .

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐲 : midnight rituals. looming shadows. the feeling of being watched. veils of mist. unrequited love. the musk of exotic herbs. silk & velvet. moonlight through twisted branches. the beauty of a storm. the weight of destiny & prophecy. a chalice that might be poisoned. healing hands.

𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐭 : a noble heart. oaths of protection. a quest for redemption. heroic deeds. pine. fulfilling a role. shining silver. quiet fortitude. selfless dedication. a bountiful feast. war horses. seeking a greater calling. fatal mistakes.

𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 : whispered incantations. ethereal light. ages-old secrets. the spark of creation. ancient disputes. a hidden sanctuary. the allure of the unknown. finding balance between light & dark. opportunism. fear of unfulfilled potential .

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞 : the grace of a queen. jasmine. unyielding faith. the blush of a tender moment. a golden crown. poetic letters of affection. the aroma of blooming roses. the glow of candlelight. a radiant smile. lavender. wise eyes. eternal love.

𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 : unity, at whatever cost. an overwhelming presence. battle cries. noble sacrifice. enduring legacy. a grand vision for the future. the balance between justice & mercy.

𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐧 : unwavering loyalty. strength in humility. the glow of a warm hearth. old traditions. chivalric valor. a canopy of trees. wisdom gained from trials. being one's own worst enemy. bearing a heavy conscience. a sense of duty to protect the innocent. hooves on a woodland path. the scent of leather & steel.

tagged by: @dcvium (stolen) tagging: @wiedzm1n , @captins , @zalarys , @dreadwo1f , @cuerrvox (For whoever you wanna!) & anyone else that wants to do it!

[dirthenasalin]

@dreadwo1f asked: will you stop, or will the rage take you?

"I... do not know." She would like to think herself above such things and yet... given the chance-- would she stop? To fight, to kill, was what she did best. What was she without that? What even was she now, without the one she had taken physical form for? She felt hollow. Empty. Purposeless.

"Probably. If I am being honest. I have never been known for mercy."