#hobolaidd

[wolf-eyes-wolf-soul]

That was an unfortunate truth. The world seemed perpetually ready to fall into some new kind of chaos. She had been a teenager when the Blight had struck and then she had thought that perhaps that would be the worst thing she would ever see. Now, however, she was older and hopefully a bit wiser and knew that tragedy was always just a step away.

"Movran always claimed that I must have wolf blood in my veins. I have the eyes of a predator that stalks in the night." She said with a huff of humourless laughter. "Maybe it was something from the Land of Dreams that touched me. I have some magic but I don't think its anything compared to lowlander mages."

It had also been nearly entirely self-taught. Morren had simply allowed her instincts to guide her alongside considerable trial and error. She could make the earth shift and grow thorns and other plants. Useful to have magic which called to the earth, it helped her survive and hone her other skills. She was proud of what she could do even if it was not as much as these lowlanders with their sticks and fancy flourishes.

"Yes. I made an oath to lend my strengths as they are. Until I'm no longer wanted, I will be here doing what I can." Her gaze flitted to him "You said you were the same? Perhaps we will work together sometime."

Her heart held out a tentative hope, perhaps she could build bonds here that she never had before. Maybe this elf - Solas - would be one of them.

“And ‘Thane’ is your clan leader,” he confirmed. “It is no easy thing to be ostracized for that which you cannot control. Between this war, the Blight, and the myriad other tragedies that have befallen this land, I am certain there are many parentless children.”

He would not offer pity, because he sensed that would be unwelcome. Understanding, certainly, but not pity. 

“In my travels,” he began, “I have met many with physical characteristics not considered ‘normal.’ Some are due to a connection to the Fade, a spirit, or something unnameable. Others simply a byproduct of birth. It is relatively meaningless, as all superstition is, but imagine that’s a cold comfort.”

He patted the horse on the side of its neck, grateful that they weren’t skittish with him. One could never tell how a beast would react, though it had been millennia since he was ever a thing but a tired old elf. “What will you do now, that you remain with the Inquisition? I'm certain your unique skills would be appreciated."

[slorsionnach-blog]

@hoboblaidd 

“-- Your frescoes. They’re remarkably well-done.”

[sulahnnan]

㊛ FOR SOLAS

send me ㊛ to hear what your character smells like to mine

     “There’s familiarity--” she paused and swallowed        thickly, not quite home, but neither foreign. A        comfortable limbo between two contrasting worlds        that felt safe and held knowledge that could not be        found elsewhere.

     “Aged pages, mossy bark and smoked wood. Like the        incense burned upon alters to placate Fen’Harel’s        ire.”

[abitterveteran]

[text]:I know you saw me get knocked out after I stepped on that rake why did you leave me there

[txt: not maric’s type] You’re an intelligent gentleman, I assume you’d be                                         able to relate. [txt: not maric’s type] For instance: you know that feeling when you put a                                         little bit of faith in someone, but they turn around and do                                         or say something stupid that makes you regret it?[txt: not maric’s type] Think about that the next time you sigh or make jeers at                                        my company of men, or make comments about the                                         Wardens.[txt: not maric’s type] And then imagine why watching you make an absolute                                        ass of yourself was the most morale-boosting event known                                        to Grey Warden history.

[dirtyhandsandminds]

Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Knees and toes.

((Bees? and toes.))

Head: THIS DOESNT EXIST KAREN

Shoulders: SCREAMS

Knees: Have you ever cheated on someone?

No. I mean, maybe. I’ve only really had one real girlfriend. The rest were just flings. Couple week things that no one was expecting real commitment out of. So, maybe. I guess you’d have to ask the lady if she thought it was cheating.

Toes: YELLING

[cxmmandare-blog]

hoboblaidd Cullen slaps a hand over his forehead and proceeds to drag it down his face; a low groan resonates from the back of his throat.

[wherethewxndtakesme]

hoboblaidd replied to your post:….

GREATLY DISAPPROVES

solas there was a big scary spider thing and some spirit lady I brought you back this rock

[wardentabrxs]

thank you, these are the reactions I live for

[sulahnnan]

hoboblaidd replied to your post:

and literally on this list are my top quality blog picks how dare you

where the shit did u come from tho

[sulahnnan]

hoboblaidd replied to your post:

ikr bae?? lets go for a drink B]

yes, pls. a fine solution

[sulahnnan]

               "Indeed. And this is brought to my attention for what reason, Solas?"

Careful now. “‘Spirited’ is a word I might use.”

[sulahnnan]

Ahem. "Your sister. Is interesting."

               "Define interesting."

[abitterveteran]

"By the power of the Dread Wolf - WHICH I DONT HAVE - please stop being Orlesian. Children are crying."

[sulahnnan]

"I was wondering if you were planning on participating in the tourney. I myself will only be watching. You are more than welcome to sit and heckle with me if you've the time to spare."

          “Heckle?” She echoed in mild amusement, “I am            not one for participating in these sort of things. I will            make my rounds, though perhaps I’ll have to take            you up on that offer.”

[sulahnnan]

Heretic’s Fork, asking for a friend

Heretic’s Fork: Is there something your muse will never confess to?

                         Certainly. Being a creature of pride as the Dalish often are, there are                          many things she’ll keep buried or will refrain from admitting. Even under                          certain circumstances or pressures, she’d rather suffer the consequences                          no matter how grave they may be than betray herself.

[sulahnnan]

hoboblaidd replied to your post:

so how’s your evening going

DON'T FUCKIN TALK TO ME DONT EVEN LOOK AT ME