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[ @WOLFSBARBAREN ] the little lost pup of a broken pack.

a study in || FIGHTING AND FIGHTING AND FIGHTING, 'you can do everything right and still lose; this is not weakness, this is life', recovering the ability to trust after betrayal, loyalty to a place, justice vs the law, the kind of fury that burns you hollow, oaths almost impossible to keep. 

Setting-agnostic Fantasy OC: Written lovingly by Hrafn (25+), recently moved to her own blog. Mature content ahead. Mutuals only, independent.

content warning: alcoholism which cannot be excised from character: do not pass go, do not collect £200, this is not the blog for you.

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Astarion didn't believe her.

Sourness filled her mouth as she turned away to grab her things to wash herself in the Chionthar, which only grew as the night waned on. She scrubbed and scrubbed her skin with lye soap until it burned her fingertips red, and then let her old clothing float down the river too. But when she came back from the river, clean and freshly dressed, Breina's night got even weirder as her feet drew her into the broken tower at the south-easten side of their camp.

Apparently, she had the Sword Coast's ugliest butler, and if Sceleritas Fel could be trusted, she had her first snatches of understanding. The tadpole was innocent. It was her that was the guilty party.

By the time others woke, she was exhausted and somewhere in the smear between drunk and hungover. Between recieving the cloak from her butler and the others waking, she had drowned Fel's memory with a whole bottle of red wine, and she knew that the others could smell it on her. She'd almost forgotten Alfira - almost - until Shadowheart shattered the illusion.

She perked up and pretended to search around camp, her heart pumping with fervour. "Good question." Getting to her feet, apparently practiced at pretending she was more sober than she was, Breina pretended to examine the scuff-marks, pretended to search Alfira's tent, and pretended that she had come up empty.

"Look, I can go without breakfast." Breina plucked a pair of apples off of Gale (with an indignant 'hey!' from the wizard). "Astarion, be a dear and watch my back whilst I look in the woods for her?" She tossed one of the apples at him and bore into his skull a look that brooked no refusal. Then she grabbed the satchel she'd stuffed the cloak from Sceleritas in, grabbed her spare war axe, and stalked off into the woods without a word more.

Her words entirely unbelievable all things considered. Her intentions might be in the right place, but how could anyone trust someone who conveniently forgot a violent bout of murder. Though he supposed she could be forgiven. The bard had been rather annoying. Too upbeat and cheery without an ounce of self awareness of the burden she placed. Their situation dire enough without another amongst them to share in their secret; the worm lodging inside all of their skulls.

She grasped at straws. For meaning behind her transgression. He no more an expert on her condition than she, herself was. How delightful. This jolly band of misfits grew more ‘interesting’ by the day. Still a safer alternative than a vampire lord forcing his hand and demented siblings. “No. My tadpole and I have been nothing but the best of friends. My hunger remains unchanged.” The same gnaw in the pit of his stomach that never truly went away even after he fed. Even if he gorged himself, it was always present.

A chance to be alleviated from the duty thrust upon him more often than not. His elven heritage used as leverage to force him into watching the camp. If she volunteered to take over what was meant to be his? How could he say no? “Very well since the lady insists. I hand over my most illustrious nightly duty onto you.” A wave of his hand punctuated his words.

When the sun rose their companions remained none the wiser to Breina’s secret. Lae’zel cast only a look in the direction of the disturbance from Astarion’s cleaning. When the vampire gifted her a smile, the githyanki quickly lost interest. The campgrounds in their usual morning silence. Gale slaved away over the fire preparing their breakfast. Eventually, Shadowheart was the one to notice the bard’s absence.

“What happened to our latest addition?”

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𝐁𝐆𝟑 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

a selection of lines from the various companions' banter quotes (not cut scene dialogues!) from baldur's gate 3. these are generally spoiler free and non context specific so they can apply to different settings and dynamics! feel free to change names and the like to customize the prompts.

“Death can't have me. Not yet…”

“Calm yourself. There is plenty of me to go around.”

“Realmspace is vast. Countless worlds to be mapped, kingdoms to be conquered.”

“I have missed this. The adventure. The danger. The kicking of butts!

“Let me guess - you need something.”

“Such attention.. I never realised I was so popular.”

“Let's cook with fire, baby.”

“Do you intend to vocalise every thought?. Or just the most obvious ones?”

“Wherever we go, ye gods let there be something green.”

“Careful, or I will take your toy away from you.”

“Watch your elders and learn.”

“Perhaps try attacking the enemy?”

“So much we don't know, lingering in the furthest reaches of existence.”

“All the world's my stage and you're just a player in it.”

“The shadows are my friend.”

“Yes, yes, have your fun. It isn't you they're trying to kill.”

“Feet planted firmly on Faerûn, please.”

“Admirable stamina, yet terrible priorities.”

“Well you certainly have the 'omnipresent' part down, don't you?”

“I am ready, whatever may come.”

“My faith protects me.”

“Need a throat slitting?”

“Death greets us all - but not today.”

“You need my expertise?”

“Can you feel death's cold grip?”

“So many stars, so many mysteries yet to be discovered.”

“Death comes quietly.”

“And I thought we were going to be friends.”

“Locked tight, but there must be some way to open it.”

“No, you can't die. Get up, damn you!

“You had my attention, now you have my fury.”

“From silence to suffering.”

“So many worlds out there. You'd need a thousand lifetimes to see them all - more.”

“I hope this is important. For your sake.”

“Let them gaze deep into their own abyss, and wonder just what it is they are trying to achieve.”

“I ought to just burn this whole thing down.”

“We have slightly more pressing matters to attend to.”

“You have still have time to surrender.”

“Every kicked buttock, another step on the path.”

“Weave save me. I can't take much more…

“You are right to fear me.”

“Let me look around. Might be something that'll help me crack this thing.”

“Incredible, to think how many worlds exist beyond this tiny speck within a speck I call home.”

“I really wish I could cast a Hold spell on you.”

“I can fawn over my face later.”

“Ready for another round?”

“Keep your blade close.”

“I can't unlock it from here, but there must be a switch or a button somewhere…”

“No, that's not moving. There must be a way to open it somewhere.”

“Battle favours the fearless.”

“Sleep with one eye open, evil. Maybe both.”

“Gotta be something around here to unlock this thing.”

“Why do beautiful people taste better?. It hardly seems fair on the ugly - they have such wonderful personalities.”

“Oh, calm down. I'm happy to see you too.”

“Just go for the Magic Missile and fire away. Never fails.”

“Still standing, no matter what you heard.”

“Enough waiting. I crave blood.”

“Hang on - I won't allow this. You aren't dead, go it?”

“GODS, it's HOT in here!”

“No rest for the wicked, I see.”

“Better to hide than fight, sometimes.”

“Would that I could hide from you, too.”

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

“There is no right or wrong, only truth.”

“Battle is afoot - you can poke me once we are safe.”

“What good all this ethereal eladrin blood if I can still get pimples?”

“I should've been a drow. They have such stylish armour.”

“I am armed! Armoured! And entirely sick of your foolishness.”

“Let's have some fun.”

“War is an old woman's game.”

“No rest, be you wicked or wise.”

“I'm getting too old for this nonsense.”

“I would poke you back, but I fear that's what you want.”

“You have my attention - now do something with it.”

“You are insistent, are you not?”

“Do what must be done.”

“Your suffering will be spectacular.”

“Lest I sit down for a rest and not rise again.”

“Better to look evil in the eye. Even if it be very small.”

“I'm not built to crouch.”

“I think I could go another round.”

“Always the same old song.”

“Is perfection too much to ask?”

“Eyes on victory, tummy on dinner.”

“So many places to be.. and I chose Baldur's Gate.”

“I'm not opening that. Not from here, at any rate.”

“What is the point, if not victory?”

“Won't last much longer like this.”

“Let's hope the locals are friendly.”

“Let us show them how it's done.”

“Weapons high. Standards higher.”

“Must everyone be so exhausting?”

“What I would not give for a chunk of fresh honeycomb…”

“Which way to the nearest library?”

“Now this is my happy place.”

“Who shall I silence?”

“Stop, or die.”

“Wear your scars proudly.”

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xx. It's kind of quiet around here and Breina is being especially loud - so like this for a short starter! Likely these will be inspired by the music of dArtagnan, since I'm listening to them a lot lately.

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xx. When Breina returned and Astarion had, true to his word, cleaned up the mess, she breathed out the last of the tension in her body. There was plenty more to worry about, but for now, it seemed this was dealt with. Alfira's disappearance would be questioned, but Breina had time to figure out what was going on - why she was losing control, why some sick part of her wanted to kill the bard.

“Best it doesn’t happen again, dear," said Astarion, and Breina barked out a slightly hysterical laugh in response.

"Oh, trust me, I have no intention to black out and kill any of you." Not that she was entirely sure how she was going to achieve that. Never sleep again? Sleep tied up to a tree? Caged? She had no idea yet. "Especially not tonight. I'm gonna keep watch the rest of the night." She tugged on her clothing and realised that she needed new ones desperately - these were stained by blood, and drenched. Thankfully, she had a spare pair to change into, but it looked like these would not survive the night either. And her skin, still bloodstained - she wanted to scrub and scrub and scrub. Looked like she was bathing tonight whether she wanted to or not.

Was the bloodlust from the parasite? She turned back to Astarion. "Your parasite hasn't made your ... hunger worse, has it? You can walk in sunlight, cross running water. Only good things? Are our parasites unique to each of us?" She was spitballing, but nothing else came to mind. If only she remembered who she was! It would be easier to figure out what was wrong if she knew what pre-abduction Breina was dealing with. Perhaps it was a possession. Perhaps it was a curse. Perhaps it was in her blood.

She poked the recesses of her brain. It did not stir. "Whatever. I'm gonna bathe and change, and then I'll keep watch."

“Last I checked, I am a rogue, not a wizard.” He countered. His magically inclined cantrips limited to the incantation of fire. Elvish heritage afforded him that much. But centuries spent under a vampiric lord in a home of organic stains and odors, he possessed meager of knowledge on body disposal. Mortal servants kept to toss the leftovers into the trenches or down into the sewers. Felt to rot as a testament to the victim’s last rites. Rarely had he tended to them. Only out of punishment.

Unbeknownst to him many came across a worse fate.

An organic surface of vegetation and sand presented a unique challenge. A bucket of water with reduced soap tossed to dilute the crimson layered on the grass and brush. Sand turned over and scuffed around to disseminate her effigy to a profane god. The smell? Oh the odor that would linger longer. Still an affront to his vampiric hunger. The crimson he could no longer dine on. Wasted in a monument erected to worship. What god’s blessing had she tried to summon he wondered. Not the divine cared of their little plight from how royally fucked they were.

A casual sprinkling of rosemary oil to conceal the scent of death.

Upon Breina’s return the site of her massacre all but dissolved into the natural landscape. “Like your violent impulse never occurred. As casual as my relationship with murder is—“ A brow arched upward, and voice raised. “—you take it to a whole new level. Your parasite, perhaps?”

Both eyebrows furrowed. His posture put distance between them. “I will keep my word, but It will be hard to trust someone who blacks out and stabs you in your sleep.” The jovial quality of his lilt departed the conversation. One more aggressive and accusatory took its place. “Best it doesn’t happen again, dear.”

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dark urge breina ending up like:

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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 Italics only means the behaviour isn't as prevalent as others; rarely happens or they only tend to happen in specific situations, or are just not as common. Bold only means it's much more common to see on him; frequency is somewhere in the middle. Bold & Italics mean that the behaviour is effectively one of his glaring "tells" and can easily be associated with him; guaranteed or almost always guaranteed to happen.

DEFENSIVENESS: arms crossed on chest // crossing legs // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // karate chops // stiffening of shoulders // tense posture // curling of lip / baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE : hand-to-face gestures // head tilted // stroking chin // peering over glasses // taking glasses off — cleaning // putting earpiece of glasses in mouth // pipe smoker gestures // putting hand to the bridge of the nose // pursed lips // knitted brows

SUSPICION : arms crossed // sideways glance // touching or rubbing nose // rubbing eyes // hands resting on weapon // brows raising // lips pressing into a thin line // strict, unwavering eye contact // wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS & COOPERATION: open hands // upper body in sprinters position / leaning in closely // sitting on the edge of a chair // hand-to-face gestures // unbuttoned coat // tilted head // slacked shoulders // droopy/relaxed posture // feet pointed outward // palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE : hands behind back // hands on lapels of coat // steepled hands // baring teeth in a grin // rolling shoulders // tipping head back but maintaining eye contact // chest puffed up / shoulders back // arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY & ANXIETY : chewing pen or pencil // rubbing thumb over opposite thumb // biting fingernails // hands in pockets // elbow bent / closed gestures // clearing throat // “ whew ” sound // picking or pinching flesh // fidgeting in chair // hand covering mouth whilst speaking // poor eye contact // tugging at pants whilst seated // jingling money in pockets // tugging at ear // perspiring hands // playing with hair // swaying // playing with pointer / marker // smacking lips // sighing// rocking on balls of feet // flexing fingers sporadically

FRUSTRATION : short breaths // “ tsk ” sounds // tightly-clenched hands // fist-like gestures // pointing index finger // running hand through hair // rubbing back of neck // snarling // revealing teeth / grimacing // sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in the brows // shoulders back, head up - defensive posturing // clenching of jaw / grinding teeth // nostrils flaring // heavy exhales

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✘ "Name three things you like about yourself. No self-deprecation, no jokes."

xx. [My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks]

"Damn, this is hard."

"1. I'm strong. Strong enough to fight. Strong enough to protect. Strong enough to beat you in a fight, I think."

"2. I give a shit. I can say that when the noble bastards in their high castles can't. I care. I can look at other people and go 'y'know, that IS shit, actually'. 'Yeah, we deserve better, actually'. And then I fucking follow through."

"3. I'm fun. I'm fun to be around! That's not a way for me to sneak 'I'm a good lay' joke in here, but it counts."

"...Thank you, but also fuck you."

"6/10. I think."

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"Thank you."

Relief flushed through her like a dam breaking. She didn't realise how much she'd been holding her breath until she could suddenly suck in a full lungful of air, and was rewarded by the sharp, coppery smell of blood reaching her nose again. Even she could smell the viscera - it was time to get rid of it.

At Astarion's suggestion (and lacking anything else to do), Breina scooped up Alfira's body in her arms, one hand behind her shoulders and the other underneath her knees, like she was carrying a bride. It was effortless - Alfira was a bard, and Breina had muscles aplenty. Already, things were looking a little better - but the sigil remained.

"Could you - I don't suppose you know something like a prestidigitation cantrip?" she said, gesturing the circle. It would take a few casts, and after briefly turning herself and Shadowheart into cats earlier (thankfully, Astarion was not with them to mock her for it), she was nervous about using magic again, even for something so vital. Everyone would definitely notice if she blew them up.

Not waiting for an answer, aware that black and sticky clots were beginning to get on her clothing, she carried Alfira to the Chionthar's edge and waded out. The river washed blood from her clothing, from her hands, from her skin. It wasn't enough to get rid of what she'd done, but it would have to do.

She set Alfira down in the water, and watched it claim her. First, blood. Then, fear. Then, away went the tiefling, swallowed by the inky blackness under the moonlight. She returned to Astarion drenched, still blood splattered, but the worst of the evidence gone and feeling calmer.

Amnesic over a murder? He could scarcely recall everyone he laid to rest, but he at least recalled every poor bastard slaughtered in the last five minutes. Breina a dangerous little beast, wasn’t she? A blackout of murder and gore, would it become a habit?

He had a plan one of pure simplicity. Seduce and bed to breed a bond of loyalty between; for his protection you see. A vampire stirred disdain and sowed fear. If he gained her loyalty, his safety ensured. But this? This too tempting an offer to refuse; he’d be a fool not to do so. A secret bound by another murderous little secret. The ones bound by gods or bound to oath always harbored the most delicious of them. The amusement played on his features with a coy smirk and a mischievous glint in crimson eyes.

“If how you show your affections is to carve them up in offering, I think your choice in partners shall be rather limited.” She could plead to his better nature all she wanted over oaths and the like, but they were put empty words. He held no love for gods or oaths. Only a sense of foreboding if he was safe around them or no.

“I will lend a hand, darling. As sweet as having you beg would be, the little bard sours the mood.” Attention drawn over to the desecrated corpse. Viscera scattered across a pretty little symbol. “But fine, I’ll keep your little secret between us. We have—“ A pause. Head canted toward the night sky in thought. His gaze returned when he spoke. “—an accord.”

“Her remains should make their way to that lovely, little river over there.” A gesture to the streaming waters they camped near. A flick of his index finger to give direction. “Cast adrift so your lapse in memory is never seen again.”

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Breina is physically very fit, boasting high strength and constitution scores. As a young woman she spent her time in several very physically demanding jobs, from mine-work to security. She has particularly noticable upper body and core muscles, including her belly, chest, and back muscles. She is also fairly well able to shrug off minor injuries and will take the tank role of a mission easily and naturally. She has human limits, but she will often ignore them and keep pushing through, quite often until she breaks completely.

This abuse to her physical form is also visible and noticable. Primarily, she has scars along the left side of her face that are very deep and not easily hidden, from her dragon fight, which twist up the left side of her lips and have caused damage to her eyelid and hairline. Her muscular state is also not where her body's metabolism wants her to be - if given long-term access to food and safety, Breina would put on weight. She also has numerous scars on her arms, belly, hands, feet and thighs.

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✘ where did you put my favourite dress after you "borrowed" it >:(

"Look, Siggy. My best friend. One of the few lights of my life."

"You should know I'm deeply sorry and I will pay for the damage. As soon as I can afford to, and I've got jobs lined up for it. And also if you hadn't forced my hand, I was gonna make sure it was fixed before you even knew about it. I swear."

"7/10. Damn it."

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Why is it exactly that you drink alcohol as though it’s water, my dear? ( truth )

"It's nice. Burns on the way down. Rounds the edges off of... everything. It makes me feel ... happy. For a bit."

"Years scraping by cold, exhausted, and with hungry belly? My brother betraying me? Watching everyone I care about die, or get the shit kicked out of them? Knowing all of that was my fault because my mouth got loud and I couldn't help myself? Dealing with a demon trying to tempt me the whole time I'm in jail, being interrogated for weeks, waiting to find out which horrible way I'm gonna die, alone? Knowing that despite killing a dragon, I didn't change a fucking thing for the better?"

"It's think about the hopelessness of all that and want to off myself, or have fun and get drunk. So I'm choosing to have fun."

"8/10 left. You asked for honesty, and you got it."

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are you a teacup human

xx. "Teacup? I'm tall enough to kick you in the nuts, you bastard. I'm 5'3" and you know it."

"Also, any question answered honestly... and you just use it to bully me over something you already know? Boring. C'mon, Isolfr, use that one braincell you've got up there."

"9/10 left."

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My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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xx. sticks breina in the rage cage to calm down from the fights she keeps getting in on her loved one's behalf, because if she loves you, she'll fight a COUNTRY for you with just her fists.

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i’ve thought about it and yes, i’d sell my soul & turn myself inside out to make sure no one i love ever gets hurt again