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𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 

like this post for a small starter in Lark's Vampire Verse that takes place in the Dragon Age franchise.

mutuals only please multis, please specify the muse you want the starter for.

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𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑨 𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑲 𝑶𝑭 𝑨 𝑩𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫; 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑹𝑼𝑵 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑭𝑹𝑶𝑴 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬. How could she even begin to explain that she was a condemnable bloodsucker? That she had become some monster that relied on blood to survive? Damn blood mages, damn Tevinter. She was feeling low, and while she had never tasted human blood, the blood of ox and rabbits had sustained her. The taste was disgusting but it was better than the alternative. 

Letting out a soft, morose sigh, Lark remained curled up on the floor, her knees to her chest as she sulked beside Claude's desk. She needed to track down Aurelia Amadeus and murder her for what she had done. For that, she needed the Crows. She sighed. 

She glanced up at Claude working at his desk.

❝ 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞? ❞ she asked before slowly standing to see what he was working on. 

@blightworn liked for a vampy starter.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑬 𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑹 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑩𝑬𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬𝑫𝑹𝑶𝑶𝑴. It had been a month since she returned from her captivity. It bothered her that Aurelia Amadeus still lived. The anger dwelled deep within her. She took so much from her. She could no longer walk in the sun. She had to sustain herself on blood--cow's blood was nasty but it got the job done--and she could no longer enjoy food as she once did. 

Lark could understand Lucanis' anger towards Zara, not that she didn't before, she just felt it more keenly. She had moved to the Dellamorte estate, they had several basements and one without windows. It made it easy for Lark to sleep during the day. Lucanis had been accommodating and it seemed he didn't spare any expense to make it an actual bedroom, though she had a feeling that Viago also contributed to the cost for there was some House de Riva heraldry on the wall. Lark did like the wallpaper. The most important thing it was windowless, and it was cozy. 

Sighing softly, she settled on her bed and kicked her feet idly. She wasn't quite ready to be around people, and she didn't need to eat to survive, so going to dinner would be awkward. Why did she feel like she was still a prisoner? 

Just then, she heard distant footsteps. She blinked and canted her head. Maker, she could tell who was drawing near by gait alone. How interesting. The subtle scent of coffee and cologne tickled her nostrils. Lucanis! He was probably coming to check up on her. How thoughtful, he was a busy man, after all.  Lark smoothed out the wrinkles of her long skirt and called out to him.  ❝ 𝐘𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬, 𝐲𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤. ❞ She said and got up to open the door. 

@perditus gets a vampire lark.

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With the Elven Gods defeated and Solas holding up the Veil, Lark and the Veilguard had gone their separate ways. Lark returned to Treviso with Lucanis. Life returned to normal, and she resumed being a Crow for the time being. While she did not enjoy this life, it was the only one she had ever known...

With Lucanis as First Talon, Lark's contracts shifted to those who deserved to die. Mostly blood mage magisters that riddled Tevinter. Especially ones that attempted to take over Docktown.

On one particular contract, her target was known as Magister Aurelia of House Amadeus. To the general public, she was considered a saint for her charity work, but behind closed doors, she was using the homeless and slaves for her experiments with blood magic and demons. Her lab was uncovered by another Magister and the contract was struck.

Lark accepted the contract and left Treviso to end Aurelia's life. She arrived at the magister's estate under the guise of a new servant. When she got the magister alone, she attempted to assassinate her, however, she underestimated her strength and Lark was overtaken by a group of demons. When she woke up, she was in a cell deep underground.

For two miserable years, Lark was held captive and experimented on. The experiments were strange and involved Hunger Demons. The experiments were torturous and Lark knew she would die in captivity if she didn't do something.

These experiments left their victims in a mindless state, and yet Lark still retained her consciousness. Whether it was her own strength or the grace of Andraste protecting her, Lark gathered enough strength to escape. She broke free and murdered every single person involved with the horrific experiments, though Aurelia had been absent. To spare them, Lark ended the lives of the other experiments, the ones who had become mindless.

It took Lark some time to dig out of the laboratory, only to find she could not bear the light of the sun, and hid within shade and shadows. She traveled only by night. The other thing she noticed was her incredible thirst, not for food or drink, but for blood.

Lark eventually returned to Treviso, and to House de Riva. She was assumed dead. Lark began to plan her next move. She wanted Aurelia dead, but underestimating her power would only cause the death of a good Crows. With Lark's limitations but newly enhanced powers, she believed she could kill Aurelia and complete the contract.

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𝑳𝑨𝑹𝑲 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑪𝑯𝑬𝑫 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑼𝑫𝑬 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝒀. Something about the way Claude said that made Lark feel ill at ease. She had been subjected to torture beyond imagining while captured, and she was too scared to go home. She missed Treviso and the De Riva house, she even missed Viago in some strange way, but would they ever understand her new condition? Her need for blood? She would be afraid they would run a dagger into her heart if they found out. 

❝ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐡'𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐀𝐡'𝐦 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐡'𝐦 𝐧𝐚𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐚𝐭. ❞ She said with a huff of her freckled cheeks, though they lost their luster now that her skin was so incredibly pale. 

❝ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞? ❞ Lark looked at her with a hard stare, mostly grown from fear. Could anyone blame her for being a bit overly cautious? 

" only a pair of my students enter without permission; they won't say a word. though, do be warned: they may interrogate you, dear. " she looked up from her half-written hypothesis regarding lark's new condition to examine her features. a small smile crossed claude's own. " your... condition is of interest to me. "

claude returned her attention to the paper resting on the desk. she had a number of... applications she desired to test where lark was concerned; she'd never seen a creature like this before, and she wanted to know how to make one. " nothing will happen to you, sweet. "