JUNCTA JUVANT

Based on an old, old prompt at the Dragon Age Kinkmeme, that asked for "witch hunter Fenris." This one's been chasing me around ever since. Written for (and because of, as these things usually go) Naiadestricolor on tumblr. In a Kirkwall under templar rule, Fenris is one of the Knight-Commander's favored apostate hunters. He's sent to find a dangerous mage, and instead finds dragonlings. Fenris was aware of it all in a way that others—he had learned this—were not always aware, but that did not mean he noticed it any less when the pain altered, or when the pain grew. It was an extension of his body in the same ways a trusted weapon also became an extension of his body. He knew every nock and notch in his sword and when the balance shifted—and so treated his limbs with the same sensibility, in order to be aware of them.