Dragon Age: One Shots

Morrigan x Male Tabris- Flemeth

(Art by: @SirTiefling on DeviantArt)

    "For Morrigan..." He had recited the phrase in his mind on loop for the past hour. Now he was saying it aloud, proudly admitting that he had fallen face first for the beautiful apostate mage. She had asked him a favor, and not one to be taken lightly.

    The woman snarled and writhed, her shadowy outline only visible through the cloud of ethereal smoke. She made crude remarks that none were able to interpret, for whilst she took the form of the large dragon, her voice became cracked and concave. Large impenetrable scales took the place of her pale wrinkled skin, cold yellow eyes with the slits of a cat's took the place of her mysteriously enticing dark pupils, sharp, black, curled talons took the place of her slim bony fingers, and large webbed wings sprouted from her back, cracking vertebrae as they emerged. It was not a pretty sight to see. Had his adrenaline not been through the roof, he might've just lost his breakfast.

    He looked to his companions for but a moment, making sure they had not turned tail and fled, he was sure considering it. They remained at his side, Zevran, Wynne, and Oghren, feet planted staunchly into the ground, like they feared their legs would carry them away, intentionally or not. Mouths agape and eyes wide in shock, they each drew their weapons, giving him a nod of encouragement.

    She had finished her transformation, nearly toppling her minimal hut in the process. A sharp, diabolical chortle pierced their ears. They were not able to understand it, nor did they try to, but he figured it was time to charge her anyhow. Her neck was raised and she was vulnerable. Zevran was having the hardest time blocking out her incessant scowling, since his elven ears were the most sensitive of the bunch. Nonetheless, he joined the offense, throwing two daggers into the dragon's back thighs with a jump. One dagger managed to slip between two scales and the other merely bounced off. He dragged it down, hoping to sever the flesh of the monstrous shapeshifter. While it did work, it was much more anticlimactic than he had hoped. The dragon merely kicked him away, smearing a small bit of blood on his shoulder in the process. Hopefully that would have no dangerous effects.

    Oghren was swinging his war hammer at it's throat, not entirely sure what he was aiming to accomplish. He managed to crack a scale, smirking at this chip with confidence. His eyes shown glazed and bloodthirsty. As a berserker, his anger was unmatched. This woman had misled him, and that was enough to work up a battle cry. The thoughts he used to keep him going were that of Morrigan. This THING was her mother, surely the bravery he contributed to its defeat would be enough for a.. reward of sorts. An incredulous reward. Like more ale.

    As if the beast had read his thoughts, it turned its neck to the dwarf in an instant, swooping down to his height. It's yellow eyes searched through his soul. He felt violated. He was unsure as to why, but it was as if this witch had decoded all of his secrets in what took any other woman years upon years. He was about to drop his gaze, feeling like he was a young boy just scolded by an attractive headmistress. As his guard loosened, the dragon lunged forward, snapping at his head in an attempt to consume him whole. As his eyes widened and he tried to counter her with his hammer, he felt sturdy arms slam against his shoulders, pushing him out of the way just before his fiery beard could be severed from the rest of him. The wind was knocked out of him and he found himself staring straight into the eyes of his friend, who was sitting atop his chest, protecting him from the now seething dragon. "Thank everything for you, warden." He gasped.

    "Thank everything for you, Oghren." He patted the dwarf's forehead before standing up to retrieve his weapon, and tossing Oghren his own.

    The dwarf did not think much of this action, but the simple bit of platonic affection in celebration of their intact skulls did make him smile. He simply got back up, and fought some more, trying once again to work off the debt of his life.