Sweet dreams are made of these...

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A Abigail Hobbs Aiya/Gray Nightingale Adrasteius Anor'thalion Ahsoka Tano Alex Russo Allen Walker Anders Anthony Crowley Asteffiel Axel

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J - M Jade Harley James Barnes/Jim James Barnes/Winter Joseph Joestar Katara Katniss Everdeen/Nova Kirito/Kazuto Kirigaya Kurt Wagner Leanne Loki Maladict(a) Max Caulfield Megaman Mordin Solus

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[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf huffs out a soft, annoyed sigh, laying back down, resting his head on his paws. Boy, did Felix know about it.

The book is hefty and long winded. It tells the story of an elven slave from the past, creating a rebellion in the Tevinter Imperium. How he banded the slaves together and won. How he gained the friendship of the Maker's Bride, Andraste, and how she promised him and the other elves equality.

It also tells of how he died, trying to rescue Andraste from her captors, after she was betrayed. The elves were given their own homeland, but Shartan never lived to see it. He also never lived to see the homeland torn from the elves by Andrastes own followers.

There are no happy endings here. ]

[lord_wizard]

[When are there ever?

Contemplatively, he sets the book back on the table without moving from his seat, unsure how long he's spent absorbed in the story. He feels a little heavier for it.]

I fail to see how it's a story meant to evoke hope. Maybe if one man...I mean, elf...had done it once, so could you?

[He isn't certain the wolf is Fenris, though it stands to reason now that the pieces fall into place. Besides, hadn't Danarius called him that, once? It was hard to remember.

He eyes both the wolf at the doll carefully, and places his hand on the bed, palm upwards so the tattooed eye stared upwards at the animal - a gesture of peace.]

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf whines in response to his question. He's pretty certain that isn't possible, but he'll sure as hell make it difficult for the bastards. Until his dying day.

He snuffles the outstretched hand, before letting go of the doll. Congrats, Felix, you're the first person he's actually offering the damn thing to. ]

[lord_wizard]

[A doll covered in wolf-slobber isn't exactly the kind of gift he's always wanted, but the offer isn't lost on him, and he isn't keen to spurn a gift from what passes for his host.]

I...ah...thank you. [He eyes the mangled toy for a moment, trying to identify what it might have looked like before becoming a chew toy as well as finding a relatively dry spot from which to grip the thing, before he gingerly reaches down for it.]

[wolfuncaged]

[As he picks up the doll, the room CHANGES. Everything is different now. The room is big and grand, definitely not the same place. A group of men and women in robes are milling around, talking, laughing, entertaining. It's a party.

You move your head to take in the room, but you feel a sharp TUG at your neck. There's a collar there, attached to a chain. On the other side is the man the doll represented. Tall and dark haired, a cruel smile across his lips.]

"Pay attention, my little wolf, it's time for me to entertain my guests."

[The words "yes, master" pass your lips. The doors open and a child is brought through, his clothing is torn, his skin dirty. A child of the streets. No one will miss him. No one important, anyway. The man with the chain beams, waving the group of people over, enjoying being the center of attention. ]

"My friends! Did you think I'd bring you here without giving you something to talk about on the way home tonight? You'd be very wrong if you did."

[He laughs and gives a nod. A knife goes into the boy from the slave who'd brought him in. He doesn't die. He bleeds and the man with the chain waves his fingers. The boy dances. He bleeds and dances and SCREAMS.

[And then, just like that, Felix is back in the run down room. The wolf growls softly, ears flat, unhappy. ]

[lord_wizard]

[The worst part is that he can't look away; can't flinch from the macabre show unfolding in front of him beyond a mental flinch, followed by the inevitable wave of nausea. It might be Fenris holding the sword, but it's obvious who is wielding it. It confirms much of what he'd suspected about Danarius, but in some ways had barely scratched the surface. In some ways, he was some kind of hideous amalgamation of Malkar and Kohlkis. He'd done terrible things, but only a few of them could be directly attributed to his master. Fenris appeared to have little choice in the matter. He can only guess at what it would have felt like, but he knows what he feels. Pain. Disgust. A rush of panic at the remembered helplessness, because he'd been that boy as much as he'd once been the man with the knife. Anger.

When the room and the doll comes back into focus, only one course of action seems to present itself. He frowns down at his hand and lights the doll on fire.

The doll burns for a moment before he tosses it to the floor to watch the flames destroy it in effigy. He eyes the wolf.]

You don't need that anymore. You are not his. You belong to nobody else but yourself.

FENRIS GREATLY APPROVES

[wolfuncaged]

[The wolf jumps back at the fire, but when he realises what Felix is doing, he barks happily, wagging his tail hard enough it looks like it might fall off. He wanders over to Felix, before sitting near to his leg. Good job, buddy, the wolf is very happy with you. HE WILL REMEMBER THIS.

But, he has touched his two items, the room seems to expand all around him for a moment, before fading away. He can wake up now. ]

[lord_wizard]

[It seemed appropriate, considering he did much the same to Malkar, though it was much easier to destroy a doll than it was a man. It's still immensely satisfying, especially when the reaction from Fenris veers towards the positive.

He has just enough time to venture a hesitantly affectionate scratch of the wolf's ear before the dream fades.]

If only it were that easy.