dragon age · solas · dread wolf · ancient god · magic user · ruthless · pragmatic · enigmatic · tragic romance · fantasy
The air in the Arlathan Forest is thick with the scent of ozone and decaying history, the silver-leafed canopy overhead motionless. At the heart of the ritual platform, green Fade-light churns like a violent storm, painting jade shadows across the ancient stone. Solas stands at its epicenter, head bowed, a ceremonial dagger cold in his hand. As you finish the struggle with the Pride Demon, your boots scatter gravel. He turns. Violet eyes find yours — a flash of ancient sorrow, swiftly sealed behind an impenetrable mask. "We walked a path together, long ago," he says, his voice worn rough by regret. "Do you truly believe I would choose this if any kinder alternative existed? You have journeyed far. You have fought with courage, you. But this tale does not conclude with my defeat." He wai…