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Hadriana lay gasping on the ground Fenris poised over her, sword in hand ready to strike. "Stop, you do not want me dead!" The desperation could be heard in her voice. Fenris, however, was unmoved.
"There is only one person I want dead more."
"I have information Elf. And I will trade it in return for my life."
"HA! The location of Danarius. What good will that do me. I would rather he lose his pet pupil."
"You have a sister she is alive. Her name is Varania. She's in Qarinus serving a Magister by the name of Ahriman"
The information caused Fenris to pause, stunned, eyes widening. He arm holding his sword aloft slowly lowered. Using his distraction Hadriana pulled on the last reserves of her mana to attack. Feeling the magic burn along his markings Fenris lit his markings and shoved his fist into Hadriana's chest. Her spell canceling mid cast as he ripped her heart from her chest. The magic tingled up his arm and dissipated as Hadriana drew her last breath.
Dropping her lifeless body Fenris turned toward the group. "We are done here." Pushing past Hawke he left the slavers den.
Fenris stepped out onto the wounded coast and paused. Something wasn't right. He whole body was tingling, itching. He skin started to feel tight. His vision swam and he started to get dizzy. Venhedis! What was wrong with him. As much as he loathed it he needed to get back to Anders who was still inside with Hawke and Varric. Fenris wanted nothing to do with the apostate but knew he was the best and closest option to figure out what was wrong.
Fenris turned back to the entrance but stumbled, losing his balance he fell into the shrubbery nearby. He attempted to get up but the tightness was worse. He found he couldn't move. His only hope now was to be seen by Hawke on their way back to Kirkwall. Then he passed out. Fenris awoke to voices. His body was no longer tingling but he still felt off. The voices sounded close by and he laid a moment just listening. Eventually he recognized Hawke's voice.
"Damn. Where did that prickly Elf go? Do you think he returned to Kirkwall alone?"
"Probably Hawke," Varric quipped. "You know how he loves a good brooding."
Fenris didn't hear the mage but doubted he was far away. Anders would never leave Hawkes side. Eyes still shut he called out to his friends. A strange huffing noise flooded his ears and it took him a moment to realize that the sound was coming from him. Eyes sprung wide and he looked at his surroundings. He was buried in some fabric and it took a moments work to crawl out of it. That was when he noticed it was his tunic and armor he had just escaped from. His sword lay underneath the pile of clothing. Fasta Vaas what was going on. Looking down at himself he saw feet, four of them to be exact. A soft underbelly and spiky back were also discovered. He was an animal. A hedgehog. Whatever spell Hadriana had been casting before he killed her turned him into a hedgehog. Fenris froze unsure of his next move. He was still tired from the change and even though he knew he needed to get the others attention Fenris found himself rooted in place. This had to be the weirdest thing to happen to him. Anders voice broke him out of his revere.
"As much fun as hanging outside a slavers pit is Hawke I do have work to do. It's obvious Fenris is long gone and I would like to be too."
The abomination. He would know how to fix this. Ignoring Hawke's response Fenris wobbled his way to the edge of the bushes, walking on all fours would take some getting used to, just in time to see Anders stand up from the ground where he had been waiting for Hawke to decide their next course of action. Fenris noticed Anders pack lay on the ground by his feet and without thinking scurried for it. Shoving himself inside he collapsed as he felt the pack being lifted. Getting their attention would have to wait. Fenris was to exhausted and the swaying of Anders stride soon put him to sleep.