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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]There was, he told himself with a groan, dragging himself to his feet and spitting out a glob of bloodied saliva, an alternate universe in which he was not in this predicament, and was likely very healthy and happy with himself. In this alternate universe, nothing ever went wrong for Alistair, and he was completely and utterly content with everything that happened. Perhaps he had many friends, a stable duty, perhaps a family — he didn't know, really, but the point was, in this other world, in another life, Alistair was not, at this very moment in time, coughing up blood in camp, shielded from view by a stray building.


    It was a lovely thought, really, but it didn't help this-universe Alistair in the slightest. If he hadn't become a Warden, chances were he'd be a Templar, and he didn't particularly like that outcome, either. In fact, he quite hated the idea — he'd loved his job as a Warden, though had despised the whole 'Chantry Dream'. Truth was, he'd thought that Warden recruitment had saved his life, and despite the fact it was now killing him, slowly, he still held that belief, fanatically so.


    But it was not nice to cough up blood like he was diseased, so Alistair was not feeling the love for his job at the moment. Once the hacking abated, however, he wiped the back of his arm across his lips and forced himself into a stronger standing position, exhaling in a whoosh.


    : where is my muse


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]"I'm pretty sure you're dying."


    That sarcastic voice echoed through the clearing, a smirk formed on the handsome male's face as he walked over, eyes falling upon the blood that now was smudged along this strangers fore-leg. He lifted a brow almost curiously, tail lashing behind him before his eyes flickered back up to his. "But seriously, what's wrong with you?" He spoke, tone less sarcastic and more so serious, his brows creasing together and his smirk fading.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair laughed at that, a genuine laugh, and he glanced at Apollo. " No, you were right the first time. I'm dying. Nothing serious, though. Don't worry. " the leopard had learned to brush it off because he'd known this was inevitable from the start. " A bit of blood never stopped me! I'm fine. "


    Shaking himself out, Alistair offered a smile. " I'm Alistair, by the way. Nice to meet you ..? " he trailed off, searching for a name.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Apollo almost scoffed, rolling his ice-like orbs. "'cause death certainly ain't something to be worried about." He spoke sarcastically once more, plopping down onto his fear slightly in front of the stranger. His eyes lifted briefly at the introduction, and offered a firm not of his head, followed by a smirk. "I'm Apollo Stormborn. Nice to meet you too, Alistair." He said, ears flicking with thought. He was curious now, about the blood. "Why is it that you're dying? Cancer? Internal bleeding?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]He grinned sheepishly. " Dying, something to worry about? Never! It's all in a day's work. " and there was nothing like humour to disguise abject terror. The leopard nodded as he was given a name, before again laughing st the suggestions. " Maker, no! Corruption. Or- err, that sounded a little evil. It's ... um ... how do I put this ... " he trailed off, scratching his chin in a mockery of thought. " Nope, corruption. That's the only word I can think of. It's lovely, really. Comes with voices and everything. "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]A soft chuckle left the brute's maw, eyes falling onto the ground before him as he grinned. His ears flicked almost amusedly at the word, 'Maker'. It was something Dorian had used back when Apollo was Jethro. He scoffed, a brow raised. "Pretty sure you're just going insane, buddy." He said, almost teasingly. He rose to his paws suddenly, shaking out his dark pelt. "C'mon, lets go for a walk while you explain to me this 'corruption."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Insane? " You know, that would make a lot of sense. I think you're onto something. " Alistair responded, before hopping to his paws with a little more life than beforehand. A walk? Providing he didn't keel over, he'd love to go for a walk. " You want an explanation, do you? Alright. Long or short? "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Apollo didn't wast much time to begin walking, his long limbs allowing him to walk rather quickly. But he kept slow, having taken note that the other wasn't exactly the definition of health. The panther shrugged his broad shoulders, tail lashing behind him. "Whatever you feel like."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Alistair refused to complain, on the pretence of stubbornness, and walked quickly, also, matching Apollo's pace. " I'll go short, then fill in anything that made no sense, alright? As a warning, though, most of it will make no sense. "


    He cleared his throat and grinned awkwardly. " See, I'm what they call a Grey Warden. A Grey Warden's job is to fight these ... monster things, called darkspawn. Usually, it's pretty easy, but sometimes, the darkspawn find something that kind of looks like a massive dragon, corrupt it, and then they come out in their thousands in what's known as a Blight. Pretty terrifying, actually.


    " Anyway, to become a Warden, one of the things you have to do is — hah, I'm really not meant to tell anyone this, but, whatever, I'm exiled. They don't care. One of the things you have to do is drink this horrid thing out of a cup, and it contains darkspawn blood. Now, you might die on the spot after drinking this, or you might survive. And if you survive, you become a Warden, and you're immune to darkspawn corruption.


    " Problem is, this taint that you've just drank does not agree with your body, nuh-uh. So it kills you, slowly. You hear the voices the darkspawn hear, and you can sense where they are, and they can sense where you are. Eventually, the voices start singing, you start to die, and that's when you go into the Deep Roads — which is where the darkspawn live — and you fight your way through them, killing as many as you can before they ultimately kill you. That's it. That's how it ends. "


    He pressed his lips together. " The Calling — err, the singing voices of doom and darkness — can take different times to come on. Sometimes you live longer than average, often shorter. My voices are starting to sing, needless to say. That's why I keep failing at basic tasks. Did that make sense? That was the short version. The long version is much, much longer ... as the name implies. "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Apollo walked in silence, his eyes focused on the ground as his ears perked. No signs of emotions or shock flashed over his features, simply focused on the ground as he listened to the words. Once the other was finished explaining, however, Apollo was quite blunt. "It doesn't sound worth it." He said, shoulders tense as he continued to walk, glancing briefly over at Alistair. "Drinking the blood of a creature to simply gain a title and become immune isn't worth death. It's pretty much a slow suicide." He said, a brow raised in an unimpressed manner. He huffed almost in agitation, suddenly remembering that he was being a tad like a hypocrite. "Well, now that we're sharing stories, wanna hear mine? It's pretty fucked, I must warn you. A lot of death."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt]Well, that was ... straightforward. He snorted. " No, I don't suppose it would seem like it's worth it. " he still believed it was, though. Without Wardens, the Blight would have destroyed everything. They'd held off five of them, and apparently, there were ... two more to deal with. Eugh.


    He looked over at Apollo, then, his grin quickly returning, though it was less genuine and more understanding. " A lot of death? Sure, I've got all day. If it's dramatic enough, maybe I'll tell you what a broodmother looks like. "


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0pt; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]Apollo let a soft smirk form on his attractive features, rolling his eyes at the others words, before he huffed lightly. "Pretty much, I'm an 'oldie' of the clan. I was born back when Aaron was ruling, and we were on the original cruise ship. My sister and I were the result of drunk sex, to put it straight forward. My parents dated after we were born, but then my father just.. Disappeared."


    I wasn't the happiest kid but I was polite to those I respected. I had fun with friends, and just lived like any kid would. But then my sister was murdered, and my mother was kidnapped. I was left alone, and that was pretty much the beginning of the downward spiral. I fucked around and got girlfriends, fell in love even, and had kids when I was still young, but old enough to be a dad. All the while I was being promoted to Deputy, and having to deal with that stress.


    Everything went to shit after my fiancé died giving birth to our first and only litter. I went to drugs and alcohol, before finding a better way to ease my anger. I became known as a 'murderer', 'torturer' and even 'insane'. All those things were true. I have taken countless lives, both of the deserving and the innocent. I spiraled out of control, and went completely insane. I had no emotions, just lust for blood. By then, my own clan despised my existence. I was a vile creature who killed everyone. I even got into the habit of murdering children.


    I got demoted, and my sanity came back. But all I wanted was to die. I committed suicide not long after, and didn't return for ages. I kept coming back, each time worse than the last, each death more pathetic than the last. Each death either suicides or me being murdered by vengeful family members of those I killed.


    I guess you could say I went insane out of heart-break, or out of the abandonment of my family. But I honestly don't care anymore." By the end of this long story, Apollo's eyes had darkened, jaw clenched and shoulders tensed. He had gone through much more, but hadn't had the patience to explain. He didn't want to make the other pity him, either.