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donatellarose · 5 months ago

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— wolf heart

Astarion x f!reader

rated e - 634 words

tags: speak with animals spells, descriptions of the aftermath of a fight including blood, let me know if I missed any please.

prompt: You're a ranger who's party is almost downed by a hellbeast, but you accidentally cast a "speak with animals" scroll and find that the beast's mentality is little more than a frightened puppy - writing-prompt-s

dividers: saradika graphics

notes: I did change hellbeast to gnolls because they almost ended my duo run in BG3 and I'm still processing the insanity that was that fight. I thought Astarion and Lae'zel could waltz right through but boy was I wrong. Next time, it's on sight.

Exploring the Risen Road, you and the party hoped to find treasure and camp supplies. Not chaos.

The day had been going so well. The pesky goblins in the Blighted Village proved no match for the group of you. While Shadowheart and Lae'zel had decided to return to camp to rest after an unfortunate incident with a grease bottle and a series of flaming arrows, you decided to press on a bit father with Wyll, Gale and Astarion. Your familiar, a wolf you called Lupus, trotted faithfully behind you.

Wyll was keeping his focus on tracking down some horned beast in accordance with something that he was tight lipped about. But alas, what would a good traveling party be without secrets. Well, secrets that even the mind flayer parasite you all were infected with couldn't dig out. Surely, all would be revealed in time.

After all, last night Astarion's secret had. The pale rogue was actually a vampire. And you have sated his desire. You did need him strong, and he seemed to fight better, almost happy. On the other hand, you were woozy from the blood loss. Arrows that once seemed to strike true were missing their mark. A good nights rest and it will pass. That was what Astarion had said.

You all jumped over a broken bridge to where the road split three ways. To the immediate right, you saw utter carnage. Crimson stained the dirt, bodies strew about. Gale recoiled at the sight ahead while Wyll quickly identified the creatures before you.

"Gnolls. Savages who eat others. Barbaric."

Wyll muttered under his breath before readying his weapon. You nodded your agreement, as a ranger you were no stranger to the wilds.

What should have been a straightforward fight turned into madness. Gale's spells, Wyll's bladework and Astarion's sneak attacks did damage, but not enough. Especially when reinforcements arrived in the form of hyenas for the gnolls. It seemed like you blinked and your entire party was downed.

Your hands move quickly, trying to cast a Hunter's Mark spell. One target to choose as your quarry to deal extra damage to it. In your pained and bloodless state, your mind muddled and instead you cast Speak with Animals instead.

A breathless, terrified voice filled your head. Begging you to stay back, you hairless goblin!

"It's okay. We're not goblins. We're humans. Well, three humans and one high elf. We don't like the goblins either actually. We need to fid better equipment before we take on the entire camp though."

You rambled on, hoping to appease the creature towering over you with greenish-gray skin and their furry hide a light brown hue dotted with spots. The creature's dirty yellow mane stood straight up as it studied you. Finally, it spoke. Or rather you understood it. It called you friend.

"Yes, friend! If you would like to help us, I can promise you all the Goblin meat you could ever dream to taste. The camp is just over that hill."

You pointed over to the distant, shabby camp you'd previously spotted. Once a temple of a goddess, now it housed ruckus and drunk goblins. The creatures immediately took off, your own fight forgotten. Shoulders relaxing, you helped Wyll and Gale up before moving to Astarion.

A spare healing potion tipped lightly into his lips from your slightly trembling hand. His red eyes met yours as your free hand carded through his messy white curls.

"You know, darling. I think from now on we shouldn't call you wolf heart because of your furry friend. How about gnoll tamer?"

You laugh softly at his jest, hauling him to his feet. You blush from his teasing, his hand darting out to catch your wrist. His voice is a low purr only for you to hear.

"Here's my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?"

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ecotone99 · 6 years ago

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Passage to Gehenna [SP]

"Is it much farther?" Noah whined and dragged his feet as the two damned creatures made their way to Gehenna. A demon and the wraith had left the carbonized cities of Hell far behind. The menacing mechanical peaks were barely visible over Noah's shoulder.

"Yes, much, much farther. Much more dangerous now, too," Sanguchirum explained. The giant monster led the way to a ruined temple discovered thousands of years ago.

"Won't we get in trouble for leaving the city?" Noah picked up a petrified branch of something, but it crumbled to ash in his hand. There were no trees around, only a flat expanse of rusted, soured dust.

"Who would stop us?"

"I don't know. Satan? Isn't he in charge here?"

Sanguchirum tossed his black-maned head back and roared with laughter, "You idiot! Do you think Satan is in charge? He's not our warden; he's a prisoner here, like the rest of us!" The demon turned and slashed at Noah in rage, but his claws passed right through. An unholy boon had turned the young man into a wraith after he was damned to Hell.

"Well, then why do you call him the Prince of Hell and all that?"

"I don't call him that. Humans called him that. He can't even leave the Depths, and he can't control the Damned. Nothing controls us."

"I'm hungry."

"There is no food or drink here." Sanguchirum reared on his hind legs and sniffed the acrid air. Ions buzzed around his nostrils. A radiation storm condensed in the distance.

"I need to find shelter." The hellbeast used his senses to detect empty pockets and caverns underground.

Glaucous-green clouds churned low in the distance, laced with tendrils of lightning. The wind turned ferocious, but Noah's damned spectral form felt nothing. "Can that storm hurt me?" Noah stood at the mouth of a cave Sanguchirum uncovered.

"No. Intangibility means intangibility. The soul you stole was meant to be my sacrifice to get the boon. But you're trash, and you're stuck as a wraith for the rest of your worthless eternal existence." Sanguchirum retreated deeper into the cave. The demon belched fire to scatter bothersome insects and spirits. Even beasts of Hell were threatened by giant black centipedes with pinchers that flayed the flesh from bone. "Wake me when the storm recedes."

Noah sat at the cave opening and watched the clouds descend. He felt neither wind nor sulfurous hail on his face. There was no way to measure the passage of time, so he sat, transfixed, by the churning sea of clouds above. Finally, everything turned dark, misty, and settled. Noah looked to the horizon, but could no longer see the city of Hell. He went to get the demon.

Sanguchirum followed the wraith out of the cave. The barren plain had been thoroughly soaked and mutated into a poisoned swamp.

"Bile weeps from the ground and pools in low areas," the monster explained. "We go this way."

The pair made slow, serpentine progress through the swamp. The wraith and the demon wandered for a long time, years, Noah felt in his internal calendar. Sanguchirum remained silent when they finally exited the swamp fog, but Noah could not contain himself and gasped loudly, "Whoa!"

Before them, a flat, vast, and sandy expanse stretched deep into the distance. Above, dense, fluffy clouds diffused bright white light, like a cloudy afternoon back in the living world. A break in the clouds revealed green deciduous forests, a pearly winding river, and snow-capped mountains inverted high in the sky.

"What the hell is that up there?" Noah pointed to the world overhead.

"No way to know. It is not the living world. Probably a kind of purgatory or benign reality trapped here with us," the demon explained as they made their way across the endless plain.

They passed eons-dead colossi the size of mountains, slumped with rusted greatswords buried in the dirt. Sanguchirum pointed out crude mud structures in the distance, home to ancient entities banished by the Almighty before the Earth took form.

"I learned of Gehenna from them. Soon, they will turn to ash, and I will be the sole possessor of this knowledge."

"What knowledge?"

"A doorway exists that connects this plain of existence to all the others. Escape and opportunity."

"Come on, we're dead. Not like we can go to another reality and start all over." Noah looked up at the misty world above longingly. The clouds never thinned enough to show details, and it frustrated him. It looked so familiar like he'd flown over the same landscape in an airplane.

"I'm not staying here." Sanguchirum led them further still until Noah was able to perceive a slight curvature of the horizon.

"You never told me what Gehenna actually is. Is it the portal?"

"It was a place of sacrifice, especially children. Ancient kings would offer animals, slaves, and most often, sons to the fires of Baal. The Valley of Gehenna in the living world was a tiny facsimile of the true temple. Here in Hell, the temple distorts space and time, drawing energy from a dark, unseen force. You will hear the distortions as we get closer."

"Is Baal the one who gave me this boon in exchange for the kid I killed? I can't remember now." Noah tried to remember the circumstances of his death and damnation, but the memory had faded. Hell eroded all.

"Yes." Sanguchirum had explained to the young man, when Noah first arrived in Hell, that he would soon lose all knowledge of himself and the living world. "We are here to be forgotten," he had said.

As they continued their march, the horizon morphed upward into a symmetrical open curve. The wraith perceived the ground rising up all around them, as though they were walking into an empty cauldron. Noah heard the dark energy within seethe, contract, and release with a thunderous hammer on the universe.

The center of the caldera was dark. Noah was blind in the corners of his vision.

"The fire still burns down there." Sanguchirum pointed to the epicenter of the dark energy. "That's where we must go."

As the pair descended, the ground became smooth stone, and the sky disappeared. The only source of light came from a pulse from the destination. Even in incorporeal form, Noah felt the waves of gravity break across and shove him back and forth.

"Do you feel it? Can you see it? This beautiful darkness…" The demon gestured to the core of the profaned temple. There smoldered the agitated, dying heart of a star.

"Enter it, and tell me what you see," Sanguchirum commanded Noah.

The light was barely perceivable now as Noah crept closer. He felt the heat and was mesmerized by the swirling surface of black, red, and gold, like a sphere of rapidly cooling slag. The wraith reached out and touched the surface. He felt nothing.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Noah called over his shoulder, but could not see or hear Sanguchirum. With a shrug, the young man crossed the threshold of the dark star's surface and disappeared. Drawn ever closer to the star's core by dark energy, Noah's ethereal body was torn apart, decimated, and absorbed, never to be released from the inescapable well of gravity.

The demon Sanguchirum, having observed Noah's disintegration, was already on his way back to the cities of Hell. "Fool," he concluded.

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