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Dirk has no idea what he’s doing here; truly. He hardly remembers a thing before he realizes he’s running, running, running, the sounds of whooping and excited yells chasing him through the sparse forest.
He knew where he was, of course, but it was not an area anyone had ever explored. In the game. The Dragon Age games. Tevinter. He had glimpsed his captors, fleetingly: they wore helmets, loincloths, and bore dark skin. Their accent was also nauseatingly British, to the point he could hardly understand what they were saying.
But he knew why they were chasing him, because he knew what he was. Dirk, a human, was now an elf. He didn’t know what he looked like other than having dark, rich, sun kissed skin, and black hair that was infuriatingly getting into his eyes as he leapt over roots and rocks. And of course, ears far too long to be a humans.
At least he knew why they were chasing him, because really, why else would Tevinters be chasing an elf?
Dirk could feel his breath getting short, his lungs ached and spasmed, as did his legs. If he didn’t find some way to get away soon, he would collapse, and Dirk was NOT keen on becoming someone’s slave, or, worse, dead.
But there, just up ahead, a clearing, more of a field really, and between the trees, he saw it: a wolf statue. Pure white, shockingly clean, it lay on its pedestal serenely, no doubt a guardian. Dirk knew better.
Feeling true exhaustion set in, and finding no other way, he put on an extra burst of speed- if he was going to die, he was going to do it in a damn dramatic way. Though his throat was raw and his lungs caved with every step, he sang,
Dear rabbit
my legs are getting weak chasing you
The snow fields wouldn't seem so big if you knew
He emerged onto the field,
That this blood on my teeth it is far beyond dry
And I've captured you once but I wasn't quite right
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with me
An arrow embedded itself into his back, but he howled through the note, through the pain, drowning out the other voices,
Oh rabbit, my claws are dull now so don't be afraid
I could keep you warm as long as you can just try to be brave
Yes I know I'm a wolf and I've been known to bite
He broke the shaft in half
But the rest of my pack, I have left them behind
And my teeth may be sharp and I've been raised to kill
But the thought of fresh meat, it is making me ill
He was nearing the statue,
So I'm telling you that you'll be safe with
There was a pregnant pause as he leaned against the statue, something deep inside building, rage, fear, it’s not fair
me
He bayed the note, a force pounding out of his body and flinging his pursuers far, far away,
So rabbit
He slumped against the base
please stop looking the other way
He looked towards the heavens
It's cold out there so why not stay here
Under my tail...
As everything faded, his back pleasantly warm and unpleasantly wet, he felt… in company.