A multi-prompt fill on tumblr that took on a life of its own. I'd apologize, but really, I enjoyed this too much.

The prompts that I hit were: 1. Introduction, 6. Break Away,17. Blood, 27. Foreign, 49. Stripes, 84. Out Cold. There were more, but I'll get to those later, lol.

Full Summary: It's been a year since Fenris ran from Danarius, and he hasn't stopped running since. Meanwhile, after an unfortunate tumble into a magical mirror, Kagome finds herself in a strange world with even stranger people and no way back. For years she's been travelling throughout Thedas in search of information on the mysterious 'Eluvian.' It's on her way out of the Imperium that she stumbles across an unconscious elf with white hair and tattoos, covered in blood.

Setting: For Fenris, this sticks to canon for the most part, and takes place about a year after he runs from Danarius in Seheron, after he killed the Fog Warriors. For Kagome, less so sticking to canon. Currently twenty-three, after the final battle Kagome was unable to use the well to go home. She was seventeen by the time she was pulled into the DA universe. Inuyasha and Kagome were together for about a year before deciding it would be best to remain friends. Fenris will be a year or so younger than Kagome, making him twenty-two when they meet.

Disclaimer: Obviously, neither Dragon Age nor Inuyasha belong to me.

—Part I—

When he ran, he never looked back.

"Hello, Fenris…"

Every time he shut his eyes, he could see the blood on his gauntlets, still wet, dripping off the tapered tips of his metal-clawed fingers.

"…Kill them. Every last one of them."

He could remember the moment it was over.

"Yes, that's good, my little wolf..."

The moment as self-consciousness, as control, finally returned.

"You can never escape me."

He remembered the horror at what he'd done; the disgust with himself, with how weak he was; how hard it was for him to even breathe.

"…Never…"

The dawning despair that clawed at him from inside that he'd never escape his fate; that in the end, he'll always be the slave he despised so profoundly.

"Now, my wolf, return to me."

He remembered his toes curling in the sands of Seheron, stained with blood, the copper scent so strong it was a surprise he hadn't choked on it. Remembered as he looked down at the carnage he'd wrought upon on his companions, his master's voice beckoning at his ears from up high on the cliff where he stood, watching as a spectator would a sport—and then ran.

"Fenris!"

When he ran, he never looked back…

"Fenris! Halt! I command you!"

Because he knew that if he did, if he had saw Danarius' face, he wouldn't have been able to bring himself to take that first step in the opposite direction.

o.O.o

Ever since that day he'd been running.

He rarely stopped, not even for food. He had no coin in any case, and a lone elf would attract more attention that he would have liked.

Though it was not uncommon in these parts to see an elf on his own, to see one that looked as he did, dressed as he did, carrying a sword almost as large as he—that in itself would sear his presence in one's memories, and with hunters on his tail, being remembered would not work in his favor.

Not that he would trust sleeping in an inn anyway. It was still too soon.

And so, Fenris kept to the roads and hunted when he was hungry, stole when he had no other choice, sleeping up high in trees when he needed to—it wasn't good so much for sleeping as it was best for spoiling ambushes.

As always was the case, Danarius sent men to capture him. He was too valuable, or rather, the stripes of lyrium on his skin were too valuable, to allow him to just run away and leave him be. Danarius rarely left the comfort of his mansion in Minrathous—never was one for the dirty work, not unless it was absolutely required.

The Fog Warriors had required it.

It was a mixed blessing, Fenris couldn't help but think as he fought his assailants. He wasn't strong enough, not yet, perhaps not ever, to fight Danarius on his own—doubted he had enough control over himself to engage in such a thing.

With a harsh gasp, he yanked his blade out from the last remaining hunter's chest. He stumbled, catching himself only by stabbing the ground and using his greatsword as a leaning stick.

Fenris staggered as he waded through the dead, stopping only to search the bodies of valuables and gold and hopefully potions—preferably healing, but a stamina draught or two wouldn't be amiss. If anything, it would help him continue putting as much distance between him and Danarius, and Tevinter at that.

He could never stop running.

o.O.o

This world was, in a word, strange.

Her movements mechanic, Kagome kicked dirt at her fire, double-checking it was snuffed out before she slipped on her pack, followed by her bow and quiver of arrows.

Taking a surveying look at her small camping area, she turned on her heel and started out for the day.

It had been years, just over half a decade since she first stepped foot in this medieval world of mages and templars, elves and dwarves, kings and wardens, darkspawn and apparently even dragons. Though, stepped foot would be incorrect—falling through a strange mirror would be the proper descriptor.

The dragons and darkspawn were worrying, of course, but they weren't so bad. The mages and Templars, and the elves and dwarves, however, took a moment to get used to seeing day by day.

With a tired sigh, Kagome lifted her hood over her head to block the bright, hot sun from above.

It wasn't long until she came across blood and dead bodies on the road. Bandits, she thought with distaste, stepping over the decaying corpses, her nose crinkling at the smell. During her past travels, the roads were often than not full of them.

Her footsteps, however, faltered when she came upon a mage—dead, obviously—but wearing Tevinter-styled robes and sporting a staff that looked rather expensive. Too expensive for any run of the mill bandit.

Slavers? She thought in confusion, but not so much surprised. Not anymore, at least—it was one of many reasons she was so happy to finally be leaving the country. The only thing surprising was that it was rather large group and that they were all dead.

It was only by chance that a couple of hours later, when she drifted off the trail to find a source of water and to rest for lunch, that she came upon an elf passed out and covered in blood, dark, tattooed skin littered with wounds and burns.

o.O.o

Fenris woke slowly.

Fenris woke slowly to the smell of rabbit cooking and his body feeling moderately rested and mostly pain free. Something wet and cold and relieving was pressed against his forehead.

The sense of wrongness was almost sickening.

The elf surged up, roughspun, warm blankets pooling at his hips, fingers grasping for a blade that wasn't there and his tattoos flaring upon the realization that he was weaponless.

His eyes blazed a dark green as he searched and settled on the kneeling figure at his side, hands outstretched and hovering, frozen in midair.

A woman, Fenris realized, still tensed and glowing. At her side were open jars of salves, a bowl of water, and folded strips of cloth.

"Who are you?" Fenris demanded. "What do you want?"

The woman's eyes—a dark, blue-grey—widened further than they already were. "I'm sorry," the woman apologized softly, eyebrows drawn together, a pensive look upon her face. "I cannot understand you. I don't speak… Tevene, is it?"

Fenris' eyes narrowed further. The language he recognized, but the accent she spoke in was foreign to him, unlike any he'd heard. "Who are you?" he repeated in Common, voice harsh. "What is it that you want with me?"

Now the woman's dark eyebrows shot up. "Nothing," she quickly answered, drawing her hands away.

Out of reflex, Fenris caught them, holding her thin wrists together in a more than firm grip, tightening when she tried pulling out if it. "Then why am I here?" He cast a glance to take a look at what here was—a small camp sheltered under a cliff overhang, just twenty feet from a river.

The woman's furtive tugging paused, and she looked upon him with an incredulous look. "I thought you needed help?" she said slowly. "You were passed out, I saw blood. You were pale, even."

Fenris snorted. "You would help a stranger? An elf, even?" he scoffed, disbelieving. "I have no money to offer."

Her eyes both flared and narrowed. "A good thing I asked for none," she replied, tone sharp, "And that I have no need." She quickly twisted her hands, disarming herself from the elf's tight grip. Fenris' eyes widened.

The woman quickly climbed to her feet, taking a few steps back to put distance between them—not out of fear, but out of caution. "Now," she said primly, straightening her tunic. "You've been out for nearly a day. I was just checking on your healing—you're doing fine. I've got food on the fire, which you're welcomed to have some. And, your things are just over there—I've done the courtesy of cleaning the blood off them."

Fenris just shook his head, fists clenching in his lap. "But why?" he gritted out in a low growl.

Her gaze settled upon him, heavy and searching, and it was all Fenris could do to not fidget under it. He watched as she sighed, her shoulders drooping, before she reached up to rub at her temples. "Because," she shrugged and simply told him, "You looked like you needed it."

o.O.o

For three days Fenris recovered under Kagome's watchful eye and tender care.

For the whole of it, Gods help her, the elf wouldn't stop staring. Watching her. Most the time, he glared nonstop.

It was positively unnerving, but it didn't stop Kagome from trying to diffuse the tension by chatting away. If nothing else, it helped her ignore the tension.

"So, after tonight you should be alright to be back on your feet. Your injuries are healing up quite nicely," she rambled, the smell of fish filling the air. "Where are you headed, anyways? If you don't mind me asking, I mean. Perhaps we can travel together?"

Fenris cut a look over at her and scoffed, an obvious sign of dismissal. "You are better off on your own," he stated with a brisk shake of his head. "I have hunters on my heels. They are not the kind to hesitate to run you through to get to me."

Kagome shrugged and reached over to turn the fish over in the fire. Fenris' nose crinkled. "I can take care of myself."

Fenris stared, disbelieving, and Kagome sighed. Standing, she padded over to her back, reaching in to pull out a small sack. Weighing it in her hand for a moment, she tossed it to the elf without even a glance.

Fenris caught it easily, knew without even needing to check that it was money. Heavy, too. Tugging it open he saw a glint of gold. Looking back up, he narrowed his eyes at the woman. "What is this?"

"Payment," she replied, still rummaging through her bag. "If you want it, to travel with me. Or, if not, then a gift to help you on your travels. Take your pick. I won't force you to stay."

With a snort, Fenris just shook his head. "And that is all?" he asked, suspicious.

Kagome just shrugged as closed the flap to her pack, straightening things. "Company would be nice," she said offhand and Fenris stiffened just as she froze.

Whirling around, Kagome's face was flushing and she waved her hands wildly. "Not like that," she added hastily, wincing at his glowering look. "I would—I wouldn't," she swore vehemently. "I just meant—it's lonely out here, and, shit," she stopped, groaning into her hands. "It would be nice to have someone else to talk to, other than myself."

Snorting softly, Fenris found his lips twitching. "Calm yourself, I understand what you mean," he murmured, shaking his head. "The presence of another person would also ward off some opportunistic bandits you might come across. Where are you travelling to?"

"Southeast, to Estwatch," Kagome answered, coming to sit by the fire once more, dropping her bag by her feet before removing the fish. When she offered it to Fenris, he made a face and shook his head, to which Kagome frowned at. "It's a small island off the coast of the Free Marches. You should really eat—you're still healing."

Fenris grimaced and looked away. It was hard to see, but Kagome thought the tips of his ears, which she could see peeking through the long, white strands of his hair, were turning red. "I… dislike fish," he muttered quickly. "I will be fine."

Kagome rolled her eyes and reached for her pack once more, tossing him yet another item. When Fenris caught it, he was surprised to find a shiny, if not a bit beat up, apple. "You should have said something when I mentioned we were having fish tonight."

"…Thank you," Fenris said quietly, and he bit into the fruit, eyes shuttering against the burst of juicy flavor that hit his tongue. "As for where I'm headed—that would be as far as I can get from the Imperium. If you wish to travel with me despite the hunters, then I will not say no." With a soft sigh, he tossed the sack of coin back to Kagome. "Nor will I take payment. I owe you a debt for healing me, after all."

o.O.o

Usually, Kagome would run into bandits at least three times a week. If she managed to see them in time, she usually skirted around them, not wanting to fight.

Fenris, however, had no qualms about meeting with bandits head on. His appearance alone was generally enough to deter most from raising a blade.

It had been nearly two weeks into their travels together when they met with their second band of bandits willing to take a chance on them.

If anything, Fenris thought with a harsh scowl as he cut down one bandit with relative ease, it likely had something to do with having an apostate with them.

It wasn't a rarity, of course, but what was worthy of note was him finding that his new travelling companion was not lying about her ability to take care of herself. She was as swift with firing an arrow as she was deadly.

Whatever skill she possessed with the bow was not nearly as shocking as what else he discovered about her when the apostate mage conjured stone with the intention of hurling it at him, only for the spell to be blocked by a brilliant pink barrier.

Of course, Fenris thought with a snarl as he let his tattoos flare white-blue, sending a glowing fist into the mage's chest and ripping out his still-beating heart. I must be cursed to have mages follow me at every step.

The apostate mage was still breathing his last breath when he whirled on Kagome, ignoring her open-mouthed gape as he stalked to her.

"Fenris?" she whispered, taking a step back as he approached, confusion taking over her previous shock. "Fenris, what—"

She never got the chance to finish as he wrapped a hand, still wet with warm blood, around her slim, delicate neck and lifted her. Kagome dropped her bow, hands a pale, shocking contrast against the dark metal of his blood-spattered gauntlets as she gripped them furtively. "A mage," Fenris growled furiously, dragging her forward, ignoring how Kagome choked and helplessly dragged in what little air he allowed her to. "I should have known."

"Fen—" she coughed out, her face quickly becoming red and spotty. "Don't—" Her fingers were now scrabbling at his wrists.

Fenris relaxed his grip only slightly. "Go on," he taunted viciously. "What lies will you spin for me now, mage? When I have you defenseless and your life in my hands?"

"Not—" she wheezed, dragging in short, shallow breaths. "Not mage—priestess."

He scoffed, incredulous. "I saw it with my own eyes—you conjured a barrier. No priestess could do that."

"I—I can't—" Kagome shook her head, eyes blinking fast. "Fen—please." Blue-grey eyes, rimmed with red and tears, pleaded with him.

His jaw clenched but his grip on her throat eased, allowing her to breathe normally. He didn't release her, not yet, and allowed the sharp tips of his fingers to press lightly into the skin of her neck. He waited as some of the red left her face as she caught her breath. "Now explain."

"I'm not a mage," she stated hoarsely, now glaring at him. "My... abilities work only against mages and creatures. They cannot affect you or any other non-magic entities—human, elf, or dwarf."

Fenris froze, his stomach twisting, the beginnings of shame tugging at his heels as he recalled the battle. The lyrium in his tattoos usually reacted when spells were cast near him—he remembered feeling the flare of a spell being cast when the apostate conjured spell, but now that he thought about it, the barrier itself barely caused in a tingle.

A Templar? he couldn't help but wonder, but even a Templar's abilities registered a stronger, though distinguishable reaction than hers.

Kagome's eyes narrowed, her nostrils flaring. "I don't know what your deal is with mages that you'd be so quick to kill a person just for being one, and right now I don't really care, but let's get another thing straight." Fenris stiffened as he felt the sharp tip of a blade—a dagger, a quick flicker of his eyes told him—be pressed firmly against the vulnerable flesh of his jugular. "I am not defenseless."

The only sound that filled the air was that of their heavy breathing.

The weight of his forest green gaze weighed heavily on her, before his lips twitched and he gave an amused scoff. Slowly, he released her throat completely and lowered his arm, watching her as they broke away.

In turn, Kagome withdrew her dagger, and when Fenris stepped away she sheathed it in her leathers.

They stared at each other in tense silence, before Fenris had to look away, casting his gaze to the ground in shame. "I… you have my apologies," he said, fists clenching at his side.

He could hear Kagome shifting, but he didn't dare look up. "I'd much rather have an explanation, but thanks."

Fenris exhaled through his teeth. "I told you about the hunters. They're after me because I was a slave. I ran from my master—a mage, and a cruel one at that." Finally, he looked up to find that Kagome's glare had softened to an expression of understanding. "You could say he tainted my view of mages as a whole."

Kagome rubbed a hand over her neck. "I'd say that's an understatement," she commented lightly.

Fenris grimaced. "You must understand—in Minrathous, mages are allowed much more freedom than the rest of Thedas. Though I am aware not all practice such despicable magic, most of the Magisters practice blood magic," he all but spat out.

Kagome said nothing to that. Instead, she watched him carefully—as if he were an animal, ready to attack once again.

Fenris felt his chest give a twinge at that and he gave a bitter shake of his head. "Your… abilities were an unexpected discovery and I was… disturbed, to say the least. It reminded me of…" He gave a bitter shake of his head. "I wasn't thinking clearly. In any case, that does not excuse my actions, even if you were a mage. After the kindness you've shown me in the past two weeks, I at least owed you the benefit of the doubt."

Kagome scoffed. "Damn straight you did," she muttered, swooping down to pick up her bow, hitching it on her back before she went about rummaging through the bandits pockets for anything useful, or valuable. "I almost thought you were going to rip my heart out as well."

Fenris swallowed and nodded curtly. "Perhaps it would be best if we… parted ways, then," he slowly forced out.

Kagome glanced up to see that he had looked away and was glaring at the air. At his sides, his fists were clenching. She gave a soft sigh. "If that's what you want, then you're free to leave, Fenris. You're welcome to keep traveling with me, though. It was just a misunderstanding, I guess, albeit a violent one."

Fenris' head had snapped over as he stared at her in disbelief. "I could just as easily do it again," he slowly stated, having a more difficult time in admitting the rest. "I do not have… the best of control, as you have already witnessed yourself."

"Well," Kagome shrugged, "If there ever is a next time, I won't be caught by surprise." And with that, she set off south.

After a moment of staring, Fenris quickly followed, falling into step beside her. "…You're well trained for a holy woman," he couldn't help but comment after a lengthy stretch of silence.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Kagome's lips curl despite herself. "I do fight demons," she replied, glancing over with a cocked eyebrow. "And the occasional highwayman, of course."

Fenris just shook his head, huffing under his breath in amusement. "Of course."

o.O.o

Well. Suffice to say, I really, really enjoyed writing this! So I hope all of you liked it! Unlike some of the other prompts, I will be continuing this. Sorry, but a certain someone found one my weakness for Dragon Age (and Fenris, in particular) - I didn't even expect to write so much for this, lol, it kinda just happened, the ideas kept on flowing, and it was too tempting not to make this a full on fic. I'd wager it'll end somewhere between 10-15,000 words, but we'll see what happens, yeah?

*Sighs happily* I'm really going to have such fun writing this, haha.

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RainLily^^