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Vhenan'ara	By : Arcanis_Born Category: +A through F > Dragon Age (all) > Dragon Age (all) Views: 6576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Dragon Age: Origins is owned by Bioware, as with all its characters, the story as it deviates from canon is mine however, as with the personalities of characters as they deviate from those in the game.
I hope you guys enjoy, and I would appreciate any reviews!

TAGS: Abuse, Angst, Bigotry, Fingering, Hurt/Comfort, Hand Job, M/F, Masturbation, Minor 1 and 2 (only referenced), Original Character, Oral Sex, Racist, Rape, Sexual Harassment, Slavery, Torture, Violence, Warm and Fuzzy Feelings, Work in Progress.

Non AFF TAGS: Romance, Tragedy, Darkspawn, Rape Recovery, Dragon Age Lore, Original Mythology, POV Original Character, Elvhen Pantheon, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Past Sexual Abuse, Evolving Tags, Eventual Smut, Adult Content, Action & Romance, Originally Posted on FanFiction.Net, Past Torture, Swearing, Jealousy, Hidden Talents, Slow Burn, quick updates, Alistair is an Idiot, Trigger Warnings, Slavery, Oral Sex, Sexual Content, Sex, Rape, Rape Aftermath, Future pairings, Elves, Elvhen, Drama, Humor, Love, learning to love, The Fade, Healing, Magic, Grey Wardens, The Blight, The Archdemon, Demons, Please Review!, long story, Multiple Pairings, Near Death, Werewolves, Curses, The Taint, Plot Twists, Party Banter, Blood and Gore, Dalish Elves, Dwarves, Slavers

Full Story Summary:
Riel of No Clan. Of No Name. Of No Line. Adopted by Keeper Marethari after a brutal history, a young Elven woman is thrust head first into a destiny she didn't want nor asked for. But she will do it. Not because she can. Not because she must. But because for her, there is nothing else. Abused in horrific ways, the scars she carries went far deeper than mere flesh. With an internal fire hotter than any sun and an anger built upon years of pain, she will fight this Blight and let nothing stop her. At least, until she met - Him.
Zevran was a Crow. A deadly assassin, trained by the very best in Antiva. He took his pleasures where he could, and enjoyed everything that life offered him. Then came the day that he was assigned to kill the last remaining Wardens. However, the moment he failed, something inside of him changed. The instant he met her silver eyes, he knew that he was lost to her. Lost to this woman with silver eyes and a heart as cold as the blades she wielded. No longer living for what life could offer him, he now lives solely for her, whether she wants him or not. He will follow her. He will protect her. And one day, he will save her. Even if it meant marching to the very doors of the Maker himself.

Translations:
Len'alas lath'din: Elvhen. "Dirty child no one loves."
Shem: Short for "Shemlen". Elven. Derogatory word used for humans. Means literally "quick children".
Fen'Harel: Elvhen. "Dreaded/feared wolf." One of the Elvhen gods. A trickster and deceiver. Also the name of Riel's mabari.
Aneth ara: Elvhen. A friendly greeting with whom one is familiar.

"We're taking the assassin with us? You've got to be kidding me!"
Zevran couldn't help but smile at the mottled skin of the male Warden. Average enough looking with his short blond hair and heavy armor on, he didn't hold the rogue assassin's attention quite like the lithe beauty who stood next to the warrior. Staring down at him with a mixture of hatred and caution, the woman looked equal parts a dangerous enemy and beautiful goddess.
Two black braids encircled her head as a wreath, starting from her temples and reaching around to the back. The remaining of her midnight hued hair hung gloriously down her shoulders, reaching to just above her perfectly rounded breasts. Her skin the color of tea mixed with milk, and it looked just as smooth and delicious to Zevran's hungry gaze. The only blemish he could see on her perfect form being a vicious scar that cut from her right temple to down past her mouth and over her chin. Yet even that wasn't able to take away in the slightest from her overall beauty and perfection.
With his hands bound behind him, Zevran could only stare up in amazement at the elegant and mesmerizing vision before him. Even with her stern look and heated glare, Zevran couldn't seem to pull himself away from the female Warden's eyes that snapped deadly fire at him. And yet for just the slightest moment, those silver eyes held a brief look of kindness and empathy in them before it quickly disappeared behind her anger.
Eyes of silver! Such a thing Zevran had never seen before in his many years of travel, and yet the beguiling color seemed to fit the graceful curve of her face. The exotic tint only adding further to her delicate beauty and elegance. As if she were a famed heroine out of some minstrel's tale, the female Grey Warden entranced Zevran with only the faintest of looks.
And yet as she glared down at him with clear hatred and suspicion on her face, Zevran could see that this was a woman who got where she was not through beauty, but by the strength of her inner spirit. From her determined stance, to the air of command that encircled her, Zevran could see that this was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and damnation to anyone who attempted to deny her.
"Len'alas lath'din!" angrily groaned the Warden before turning her sharp gaze upon the man who had spoken. "He has proven himself to be a decent fighter, something we are in need of. And didn't Duncan believe in giving others second chances?" Riel replied with a piercing glare. She knew it was a low blow, however she was honestly getting annoyed with the shem constantly questioning her when he's the one who pressured her to lead their merry band of misfits in the first place.
"That was uncalled for, Riel." The malice in the human's voice was apparent, but went largely ignored by the smaller elf. "Fine. But I'm watching you, assassin," the Templar said between gritted teeth before sternly marching away.
"So I am to accompany you? Excellent! You will not regret this, my lovely Warden," Zevran smiled as his bindings were removed and he was finally able to stand. When he was face to face with the beautiful Elven woman, he bowed slightly, a smile never leaving his lips. "I hereby pledge my oath of loyalty to you, until such time as you choose to release me from it. I am you man, without reservation... This I swear."
Riel had to suppress a small smile at his flourish and charming grin. Again she reminded herself that as handsome as the other elf may be, he was no different than any other man that she had ever known. Elf or human, men were after all men. And men could ever be trusted. However, Riel knew that despite her feelings, she needed allies if she were going to somehow build up an army to fight against the evil Darkspawn and bring down their powerful Archdemon leader.
"Two rules, Zevran, and I am sure we'll get along," Riel stated as she handed the assassin back his daggers. "One, keep your hands to yourself or risk losing them. And two, follow my orders and you might just keep your life."
Zevran smiled broadly at her rules, yet he kept his questions to himself. No doubt the lovely Warden had her reasons for such things, and Zevran was happy to have his life. As an added benefit, he was also grateful to simply be in the company of such a lovely and exotic woman. From the first moment that he witnessed her first come around the bend, Zevran had been awestruck at her beauty, despite the scar that lined her delicate face.
Perhaps it was her beauty that steadied his blade while he fought, keeping him from using his superior skills against the woman when he could have. Even as the woman and her companions fought against him and his hired men, Zevran knew he wasn't giving the battle his best as he should have. Something that surely could have ended with his death and not simply just being captured as he was.
For a brief moment, Zevran's mind drifted back in time to a pair of pleading, teary eyes... However Zevran pushed the regret and pain he felt at the memories from his mind. Whatever the reason, Zevran instead chose to simply enjoy his new found luck, as well as his fortunate position as his eyes focused on the mesmerizing sway of the Warden's hips as she walked in front of him.
"Well, it is always good to know the rules of the game before the players begin, no?" Zevran replied with a soft laugh. "Now, what is it that is our mission? Fighting Darkspawn, I imagine. That is what you Grey Warden's do, is it not? However, there must be finer points to the plan that would be helpful in knowing, no?"
"For an assassin, he sure does speak a lot. 'Tis a wonder he survived long enough to attack us," quipped the beautiful mage who walked beside him.
"Ah! Perhaps I was simply swooned by your loveliness. And what would be your name, if I may ask?"
The mage rolled her eyes at his attempts at flattery. "Morrigan is my name, and you shall call me as such. I am not some foolhardy teenage girl to giggle at your lavish affections, assassin." The dry comment made Zevran laugh heartily, causing Riel to look back with scorn on her face.
"As amusing as your conversation must be, I would appreciate it if introductions were kept until after we are back at the camp. We are still a ways from camp and I would like to avoid any further trouble until we can restock our supplies."
Startled by her leaders harsh words, Morrigan's cheeks flushed brightly, but the look was quickly covered with her usual frown. The road that they were on was well traveled, but Morrigan knew better than most the dangers that could hide within the surrounding forests. Being raised in the Wilds, she knew well how quickly a wild pack of wolves could appear out behind the brush and trees. And wolves were one of the least dangerous things that one could come across now that a Blight ravaged these lands.
Darkspawn - foul and corrupted creatures that brought plague and pestilence wherever they went - now roamed the surface in ever increasing numbers. Spreading up from the south, the massive horde had already overtaken the small farming town of Lothering they had passed by and now was steadily pressing north with every day that passed.
After about half an hour of silent walking, the first signs of the small camp finally came into view through the trees. And within moments of spotting the campsite, did a huge brown canine come leaping through the debris of the forest straight at them. Barking happily, it leapt up and nearly knocked over the group's elven leader as it licked at her face. For the first time since he had met his new comrades, Zevran caught a smile upon his elven savior's beautiful face. As fleeting as it was, it was enough to make his heart flutter in his chest as she lit up with happiness while greeting the bounding mastiff.
"Enough Fen'harel! It is good to see you, as well," Riel chuckled softly as she hugged the beast. This was one the best parts of coming back to camp, Riel mused inwardly. She always did look forward to returning from a long day and greeting her furry and loyal friend. Because the hound was more limited than others in some situations, Riel had decided to keep him at camp most of the time, which both comforted her yet left her lonely at the same time. However, the mighty beast didn't seem to mind, taking up the duty of guard dog fairly well.
"Home, sweet home..." Morrigan said dryly under her breath as the small group entered the camp site.
The area was fairly sparse, with only a few small sleeping tents set up around a central fire in the center of an open area surrounded by thick trees. Off to the side was a large wagon tended to by two dwarves, and perhaps a dozen feet beyond that was a smaller fire where the woman Morrigan was headed to. Scattered around the fire were several small bags and equipment sacks, as well as cooking pots and a few utensils. Overall, it looked fairly normal from what one would come to expect a traveling group to have as they set up for the night.
"Aneth ara, Riel. I did say that right, didn't I?" asked a young female rogue, her Orlesian accent coming through strongly. Taller than himself, the woman was very beautiful, with vibrant and luscious red hair that framed her pleasing face and pale skin. However, to Zevran, she was still not nearly as beautiful as his new Warden companion. Even the darkly alluring Morrigan with her black hair and deeply hued makeup could not come close to matching the Warden's exotic and enticing beauty in his mind.
"Very good, Leliana. However, it is more ah-rah, not are-ah. But you are learning very quickly for a non-Dale." Riel smiled softly at her friend's attempts, however Zevran noted that it didn't quite reach her eyes despite her warm words. Instead a deep sadness reigned in her eyes, which was quickly covered up by her stern scowl when Leliana's attention turned to him.
"Oooo, and who is this, I wonder? A new ally? Or something more personal, hmm?" The lit of the female rogue was an almost sing-song; playful and light. Usually what Zevran liked in a woman, yet for some reason, he could still not take his eyes off of his Warden.
"Nothing like that Lei, I assure you. Oddly enough, he was sent to kill me, yet thankfully he is not nearly as good as he thought he was," Riel corrected sternly, turning her gaze over to him. Her expression was hard, yet Zevran couldn't help but feel there was something else behind her cold words.
"Yet you let him live? Interesting..."
"Zevran Arainai, at your service," Zevran replied with another exaggerated bow.
"Oh, I like this one. He is cute, and very dashing."
"Ah, my talents are far more varied than what you can see here, my lady. Perhaps later, I can introduce you to some of my many other... talents..." he replied with a wide smirk. Yet even though he got the red headed woman to giggle, all his actions seemed to do was anger his female Warden.
"Enough! You will do well to keep whatever talents you have for the upcoming battles!" Riel spat out angrily. Confused at what could have angered her so quickly, Zevran stood silent as he watched her march off and enter what he supposed was her tent.
Sighing, Leliana approached Zevran with her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes holding a sad, faraway look. "Do not mind her. She has... had a difficult past. She refuses to speak of it, but it wounds her deeply still. Most of the time she is very friendly, if not more distant with the men in our little party."
"Distant? Try outright hostile. One time while in Lothering, I made the mistake of placing my hand on her arm to get her attention," Alistair frowned and his face contorted into a sharp grimace as he relived the memory. "I couldn't walk properly for a week! She means it when she says not to touch her."
"However, you did look a bit silly trying to battle against Darkspawn with your stance so wide all the time..." giggled Leliana. Alistair glared at the woman, yet the image did seem to succeed in bringing a smile to his face as well.
Standing there amongst the others, Zevran had tried to listen to the banter of his new companions. However, his mind kept going back to the fiery, midnight haired beauty who had somehow given him something that he had previously thought impossible. For the first time in months, the agonizing pain in his chest no longer felt as heavy as it once did. And neither did his need to end his life seem so all encompassing since waking up to her stunning silver eyes.
"My name is Leliana, and I saw you met our furry companion, Fen'harel," the redheaded woman then said, pulling Zevran out of his thoughts. Leliana then pointed a graceful figure towards a towering figure of man several yards away. Easily seven feet tall, his height alone would have been imposing. Added to it however, was a stern and hard look that was enough to even make the seasoned assassin take a step back. "That there is Sten. He is Qunari, and he travels with us. Mostly his is alright, just very quiet."
"I will be sure to let him have his silence, then," Zevran stated with a weary look.
"Oh he's alright. Just don't ever take the last cookie, and I'm sure you'll be just fine," Leliana giggled, her eyes lighting up with mischief.
"So you are all battling the Darkspawn?"
"A Blight is coming," Leliana nodded. "I'm sure you must have heard how the king's army was defeated at Ostagar."
"I heard tales, but nothing more. Yet after meeting two of the legendary Grey Wardens for myself, I doubt such nasty tales could be true."
"The Grey Warden's didn't betray the king, no matter what that foul Loghain says!" Leliana's eyes flashed fury when she spoke of the Teyrn's name. "Loghain is the one who betrayed the king, leaving him and the rest of the army to die! It was awful! Alistair and Riel almost didn't survive the battle!"
"Is that true? How did they manage to escape then?"
Leliana motioned over the far fire where Morrigan had set up her tent. "Morrigan's mother saved them. She says that her mother is the fabled "Witch of the Wilds", but there is no way to know for sure. Riel assures me, however, that no matter whatever the old tales say, the woman calling herself Flemeth is a powerful apostate who did indeed save the both of them with her magic."
"Truly? That by itself must quite the tale," Zevran replied, amazed. Even he had heard the tales of the fabled witch who made her home in the Korcari Wilds in southern Ferelden.
Feared by men of every order, the rumors and lore surrounding the famous witch had persisted for centuries. In some tales a powerful abomination that stole feasted upon to retain her youth and beauty. In others she had her own daughters sired by unfortunate men who were lured into her clutches by dark and foreboding magics. Yet all of the tales had seemed nothing more than tavern rumors to Zevran, told again and again by men and women as they enjoyed their ales or spirits.
"Mmhm. And now we are headed off to Denerim to find a man who might be able to lead us to an ancient relic, capable of healing the Arl of Redcliff," Leliana explained as she led him over to the fire in the center of the camp. "A knight that we met in Lothering told us that the arl one day became suddenly very ill, and the arlessa sent out her knights in search of a man called Genitivi, hoping to find a way to cure her ailing husband."
"The arl is a good man, and if we are to ever hope to raise an army against the Blight, then we need him alive and healthy," Alistair added, his tone still somewhat cold as he spoke to Zevran. "Hopefully we'll be able to find this Genitivi quickly and get whatever information that he has without Loghain knowing that either I or Riel are in Denerim. What with the rumors he has spread about the Wardens, it's dangerous just getting close to the city, let alone entering and poking around for clues about Genitivi."
"Then you are in luck, my new friends! For if it is one thing that I know how to do, it is to gather information, or to find those willing to give it! I even have a contact or two in Denerim that I could call upon to aid in the search for this man."
"That would be wonderful, Zevran!" Leliana happily replied.
"It is truly no trouble, my dear Leliana. Especially for one so lovely as yourself," stated Zevran with a sly wink and a charming smile.
"If you'll excuse me, I think I'll go speak to Sten about watch duty tonight..."
Zevran looked over just as the Templar Alistair stormed off towards the giant Leliana had pointed out earlier. Ever since their leader, Riel, decided not to kill him, the Templar had acted coldly towards the assassin. Which was to be expected, of course. He did try to kill them all not too long ago, after all.
"Oh don't mind him. Riel's been in a mood all day, and whenever she is upset, Alistair gets moody himself."
"The female Warden?"
"Mmhm. I suppose it's because she didn't sleep again last night, but..." Leliana looked up from the vegetables that she was cutting, her eyes wide and a blush on her face. "I really shouldn't be saying anything... Never mind what I just said."
"What is it that troubles her?" Zevran asked, trying to sound less interested than he was. However, the idea that something was upsetting his lovely Warden acted as if a weight pulled on his chest.
"It's not really my place to say..." Leliana said quickly, her focus going back to the vegetables in her hands. "Really, I'm sure you'll find out soon enough, anyway..."
Zevran wanted to continue the subject, but it was obvious that Leliana wasn't going to say much else. Instead an awkward silence filled the space between them as Leliana continued getting their evening meal ready, with Zevran watching the fire silently.
"Oh damn it! I'm going to need this fire hotter if I am going to boil the water I collected earlier," Leliana huffed to herself before looking over to Zevran. "Would you be a gentleman and fetch me some more wood for the fire, Zevran? It rained last night, so you might have to look under the brush for anything dry enough."
"Your wish is my command, my dear Leliana," Zevran replied with a smile. While standing, he even offered a slight bow, causing Leliana to giggle. "I shall return shortly with some useful wood to stoke your fire..." he added with a devilish grin. The double meaning was not lost on Leliana, causing her to blush and giggle profusely.
"Oh you are bad, Zevran!"
"On the contrary, I have been told that I am actually very, very, good..." he said with a wink.
With that Zevran bowed again, then turned on his heel and made his way towards the nearby wooded area. Behind him he could hear Leliana's girlish laughter, yet even for all his flirting, it was not her that filled his mind. True, the woman was beautiful, and her smile and laughing eyes were enough to make the knees of most men weak. Yet, it wasn't her smile that he thought of as he bent down to gather the sticks and small logs that Leliana requested.
The smile that made his heart beat faster and his blood run hotter didn't come with laughing blue eyes framed by fire red hair. No, the smile that was burned into his memory belonged to another woman. One with exotic and entrancing silver eyes that shined brightly by an inner fire and fierce will. It may have been brief, but the memory of her smile as her hound greeted her was enough to set his blood rushing in his ears and his breath come heavier.
Even when she hated him, she was magnificent. Her heated glares or stern looks only made Zevran wonder all the more if her passion ran as hot between the bedsheets as it did just by yelling at him. Oh the pleasures he could give to her! But first, he had to gain her trust. Which judging from what little he learned so far, wouldn't be an easy task. However, he wouldn't have lasted long as an Antivan Crow if he let a difficult challenge easily dissuade him.
After a few minutes of picking up various pieces of wood, Zevran heard footsteps loudly crunch behind him, yet he continued on acting as if he was unaware. Judging from the clunky steps and the sound of metal on metal, there was little doubt in Zevran's mind as to who approached. If the Templar was trying to sneak up on him, he was failing miserably at it.
"I should kill you now..." the male Warden's voice was cold and hard, as was the steel Zevran suddenly felt against the back of his neck.
"Aye, probably. The gods know that I would probably deserve it. Yet I have to wonder how your fellow Grey Warden would feel about such an action. Surely my untimely death would cause questions, no?"
Alistair's fury rose with how the elf remained so unfazed by having a blade at his head. Then again, everything about the elf seemed to anger him. He had watched Riel question him earlier, and much of her usual hardness was lacking from her voice as she addressed the would-be assassin. Alistair then watched again on the walk back to camp how Zevran's eyes never strayed far from Riel's form that walked a few feet ahead. And now in camp, even with his overbearing flirting with Leliana, how his eyes never drifted far from Riel or her tent.
"I will just tell her that you tried to attack us again, and I was simply defending our friends. Easy enough," Alistair sneered as he pressed the blade's point harder against Zevran's neck, drawing a tiny speck of blood.
"True enough, I suppose," Zevran sighed. "I have yet to earn her trust, which you and the others do seem to have. Yet I somehow think it is not just my earlier attempt on all of your lives that has you so spurned right now," Zevran replied without standing, or even turning around. If he were to die, so be it. Wasn't that why he came to Ferelden to begin with?
"Well, so this is where you have gone off to. 'Tis no business of mine, however if you are to kill the assassin, it would probably make more sense to do so when our leader is not looking for him."
Alistair snarled before sheathing his sword and storming off. Zevran rose slowly with his arms still full of dried wood to see Morrigan standing a few feet away with her arms crossed and her usual scowl upon her lovely face. "I must say my dear Morrigan, that you have an excellent sense of timing. A moment or two longer, and I might have found myself without my head."
"Do not misunderstand me, assassin. I care not for your life, yet Riel for some reason does. After all, she let you live when she could have easily ended your life earlier. It is her I do not wish to see pained." Morrigan slowly approached Zevran, moving more like a wild predator than a woman. "Tis one thing that I have learned about her, it is that despite her rather cold demeanor, she tends to care for all those she brings into this merry group of ours," continued Morrigan, stopping just inches before Zevran. Even in the darkness of the woods, Zevran could see her yellow eyes shining with not just malice, but a dark amusement, as if she were imagining how much she would enjoy ending his life despite her warning to the Templar.
"Zevran! Where are you, you flaming elf?!" Riel's words echoed from the campsite, ending the tension that Zevran found himself in with Morrigan. At her calling, Morrigan just smiled devilishly, then turned and walked back to camp. Zevran knew a challenge was made, unspoken between him and the mage. Figuring it out what challenge that was would yet be the fun part.
Chuckling to himself softly, he made his way back into the camp.
Just what have you gotten yourself into now, Zevran? Ah, this should indeed be interesting...
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