((Kain is an indie OC for Dragon Age, he is a Blood Mage, see his about tab for more details. His blog will be NSFW and also Kain is A!U please check this in his verses tab. He is OC and Canon character friendly. His face claim is Gackt))
The young mage was sound asleep at Fenris’ manor in the room he had there. He looked horrible, Kain had been suffering from a high fever and blood loss. He was even paler than normal, what he had been through had taken a huge toll on the boy. He also had no idea what had happened to Andy, all he knew was what the demons had told him.
Andy hadn’t known what had happened all she knew was that she had felt the blade pierce her stomach before everything had gone black. The warden had heard the sound of battle around her and then nothing. Upon opening her eyes she knew the room she was in was not hers and Kain’s no. This was Fenris’ mansion, why was she here did Kain bring her? Did he find her on the floor at home? ” K-kain?” She croaked looking around wildly for him. Andy flinched at the motion her stomach still tender.
He had no idea that she was even there, he had been unconscious since the events from the other night. Anders had given him some medication and it had knocked him out. Andy was more than likely in the clinic and Kain was upstairs in a room, the door was cracked open a bit and there was a stool by his bed. He was being well taken care of that was for sure.
The young mage was sound asleep at Fenris’ manor in the room he had there. He looked horrible, Kain had been suffering from a high fever and blood loss. He was even paler than normal, what he had been through had taken a huge toll on the boy. He also had no idea what had happened to Andy, all he knew was what the demons had told him.
He tilted his head and nodded a greeting, the young mage crossed his arms over his chest a soft smile on his face “Hello, need something?” He looked to be about 18 years of age and fromt he staff on his back it was obvious he was a mage. The scars on his arms, hands and wrists told just type he was.
Hawke narrowed her eyes, looking between the staff and the numerous scars on the young man’s arms. A snicker escaped her. “Are you actually trying to be caught, made tranquil or killed, or have you reached such a high level of that kind of magic that you can just trick them into seeing the opposite of what is being shown?” Truthfully he didn’t look to be trying at all to hide his scars, and with a staff to boot he had to know this looked obvious. “Can you even do that, I wonder?” Hawke stretched out her hand in his direction. “No, don’t answer that, I don’t want details.”
Kain raised a brow and blinked “I’ve not had any problems so far walking around, and no honestly. I try not to use it, at least I don’t like to..” He bit his lower lip “Not all of us had choices that were easy to make, I wish i hadn’t made mine. But It was one out of necessity.” He had a bit of a far off sad look in his eyes as he spoke.
A blood mage. The scars said that clearly enough. He scowled but stood and went over to examine the wound. “How long ago was this?” he asked, obviously meaning the deepest cut, going to find his needle and thread. Stitches were a must for something like that.
He looked at his arm “About an hour or so ago..” he sighed, Kain knew that expression “Look I didn’t summon any demons or anything.” his eyes held a small bit of cloudiness in them but that was all.
He simply grunted in response. He knew not all blood mages used it for summoning. That didn’t make it any better, but still. “Well, go ahead and sit down while I look for.. Ah, there it is.” He pulled out his needle and thread.
Kain took a seat and turned his arm so the mage could get to it better “This I did while attempting to train with a short sword.” He sighs “Guess I should stick to magic or my staff..”
“An honor to meet you as well, Kain.” Orsino wanted to tell the man how proud he was of him for trying to give up the dangerous, dark magic. He wanted to grab his hand, pat his back, offer any type of encouragement he could to show Kain just how incredible it was, what he was doing. Giving up such a tempting magic…“From the Gallows…? Ah.” He suddenly remembered he was suppose to be heading back. If Meredith found out he left without his Templar Escort again… “I am coming from a meeting with Grand Cleric Elthina and got distracted by the sunrise.”
Kain nodded, giving him a smile “Oh I’m not surprised, they really pretty here. Usually I’m just heading home this time of day..I help out with healing people when Anders is resting.” He tilted his head as he spoke.
He tilted his head and nodded a greeting, the young mage crossed his arms over his chest a soft smile on his face “Hello, need something?” He looked to be about 18 years of age and fromt he staff on his back it was obvious he was a mage. The scars on his arms, hands and wrists told just type he was.
Kain smiled and tilted his head “Hello there..need any help?” It was obvious he was a mage and young. He looked to be about 18 or so, a soft smile in his face. But there was a negative feeling about him, this mage was a blood mage.
Kain slipped in and glanced around, eyes moved towards the mage who spoke. He smirked a bit, the tell tale scars on his arms, hands and wrists. It was obvious what type of mage he was “Perhaps..” He showed him a rather deep cut on his arm “I went a bit far this time..” it would need some stitching that was for sure.
A blood mage. The scars said that clearly enough. He scowled but stood and went over to examine the wound. “How long ago was this?” he asked, obviously meaning the deepest cut, going to find his needle and thread. Stitches were a must for something like that.
He looked at his arm “About an hour or so ago..” he sighed, Kain knew tha expression “Look I didn’t summon any demons or anything.” his eyes held a small bit of cloudiness in them but that was all.
Another patient come and gone. Will my work ever be finished? he sighed. The door opened and he looked up at the visitor. He could tell the man was a mage right away. “..Something you need, serah?”
Kain slipped in and glanced around, eyes moved towards the mage who spoke. He smirked a bit, the tell tale scars on his arms, hands and wrists. It was obvious what type of mage he was “Perhaps..” He showed him a rather deep cut on his arm “I went a bit far this time..” it would need some stitching that was for sure.