[ Sorry, writer's block hit me hard x-x But after playing DA:O for a while, I'm juiced up again lol ]▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
MORRIGAN
{ Human, Female, Apostate Mage }
{ Korcari Wilds }
{ tags; Tala }
Pursing her lips, Morrigan rose to her feet, standing tall on the toppled statue with her chin lifted, gazing at the treetops but seeing far beyond. She had prowled the Wilds as a wolf, soared above them with the birds, matched her beating heart to that of this wild place, her home. And in a flash, she saw what could happen, what would happen, if she refused to act.
Death. Everywhere. Darkness and stillness and poison that could not be healed. Fires licked clean the bones of a once proud spirit laid low. A wasteland, stretching far beyond these Wilds and into Ferelden, sweeping across this proud if troubled land. Evil seeping into the strong body of the earth, spawning sin and destruction with no hope of salvation. And there, too strong to fall with the rest, stood Morrigan, powerless in the center of the devastation she helped sow by failing to bring it to an end.
Morrigan blinked away the vision, barely able to stifle her surprise and sudden, inexplicable bolt of fear. Heart thudding in her chest, her breath hitched and she swallowed hard.
"Twas my mother, in fact, who took the treaties," she said, her voice teasing and all but denying how shaken she was. Never before had that occurred. Visions were the dominion of her mother, a rare and treasured gift she had not believed she possessed. But perhaps this vision was to be the only one of its kind, granted to help her define her future. Morrigan would not waste it.