Rescue the CrowRescue the Crow by Dankia
A/N: This was inspired by XNAMASSE’s great picture ‘The Capture’, I hope I've done it some justice. The link for the picture can be found in the description. Also I am using the picture with his permission.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything in Dragon Age but my warden and Hawke.
Zevran turned towards the voice shouting his name, and felt a smile pulling at his lips as the Warden-Commander walked up to him.
“So is it true? Are you really getting ready to leave?”
Zevran turned from the worried blond-haired mage and leaned against the Keep’s wall, before nodding as he studied the countryside.
“I’m afraid so, my friend. This last attack by the Crows came a little too close for my comfort. It’s time I took this battle to them.”
Turning his head, Zevran could see the worry
Malik beats AltairDisclaimer: I don't own Assassin's Creed.Malik beats Altair by Dankia
Malik looked across the rooftops of Jerusalem and seeing no guards gave a sigh of relief. Hearing the faintest of noises behind him, he turned and saw Altair reaching down to pull the lettuce closed and latched it into place. Knowing that the new Rafiq needed time to sort out his new quarters, Malik caught the other’s cowl covered gaze, and jerking his head to the side he took off running. Even missing an arm, Malik still enjoyed the freedom that came from knowing the higher routes of the city, where all he had to worry about was the occasional guard. Turning his head slightly, he could see Altair keeping pace beside him, a soft smile on the newly appointed Grand Master’s face. Feeling an answering smile pulling at his own lips, Malik increased his speed, easily jumping the gaps between the roofs and he soon landed in the walled-off courtyard that the brotherhood used for practice between missions.
“So shall we spar while we w
My FriendDisclaimer: I don’t own Dragon Age.My Friend by Dankia
Norin Cousland sat on the ledge of Fort Drakon watching as the sky began to lighten with the promise of dawn. Today guaranteed to be a big day and she knew that someone would miss her soon, but she found she could not make herself leave. Just as the sun began to rise, she heard a faint step behind her.
“Right now you would be a Crow’s dream job. Distracted, weaponless, and sitting on the side of a very tall building. Yes, the perfect victim.”
Feeling a smile pull at her lips, Norin turned to face the elf that now crouched at her side.
“Zev, you above everyone else should know that I’m never weaponless.” The red-head said, as she showed him the dagger lying in her lap.
Humming in agreement, Zevran sat the rest of the way down.
“I came by your room to see if you still wanted to practice this morning. I was quiet surprised to see that you were not there. So tell me, my friend, what brings you to this, w