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[sealegs]

All right, I think I've finally found my way around this thing. And what better way to use it than broadcasting what I have so far of my newest work? I usually have Varric give my friend-fiction a quick read before I share it with anyone else, but I think this snippet is particularly fantastic. It's dedicated to a certain new sparring partner I ran into.

Settle down, everyone, Aunty Isabela's got a story for you all.

A second before he was but a small pup, but now there stood a tall, handsome brute of a man. Ren, they call him. His bulging muscles moved powerfully underneath his thick cloak, foretelling a hidden strength that couldn't so easily be seen in his softer features. Pink, plump lips parted as he spoke, his voice a deep, alluring baritone.

His expression remained as still as an untouched lake's surface as he began to strip his clothing. The cloth fell heavy. What was left was skin as white as snow, marked with striking tattoos that resembled sharp claws. Oh, he was a beast all right, but not in the ways anyone expected.

He looked as if he could split any man or woman in half with the force of his passion, more powerful than any spell, but his shy demeanor had an allure of its own as well. How could anyone resist such a delicious, sculpted man? Even his buttocks appeared personally shaped by the Maker Himself. What any man or woman would do to grab hold of that forbidden treasure. But alas, that is an excavation for another day, another night underneath the sheets.