Post-Battle Blues

[quietblade]

WHO: Taas + Open
WHAT: Taas deals with Stuff™ and Things©
WHEN: Backdated to after the dragon fight.
WHERE: Outside the Gallows, the docks, etc.
NOTES: Very mild gore vaguely described.

He was lopsided. That was what bothered him the most, really. It made his neck ache after a while and Taas knew he should make a decision wether he should cut the other horn as well or find a cap to balance it out. He wasn't sure why he was stalling, really. The other wounds were fine and had been looked over and healed, bruises and cuts a memory and his split ear neatly trimmed so it didn't wiggle like a badly cut piece of meat when he walked.

All in all, it didn't bother him. So why was he so hesitant about it?

The warrior sighs, rubbing his sore neck a bit as he heads for the training grounds haphazardly put up outside the Gallows, mace at his shoulder and a thoughtful look on his face. He should be resting, he knows. They just got back. He shouldn't be pushing himself in case something tore open or his horn core started bleeding again. Taas usually listened. He was a good soldier.

...right now he was just too damn antsy to rest.

(Maybe, just maybe it had something to do with the dragon's tooth in his pack.)

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[quietblade]

How a man over seven feet tall can look sheepish like a child caught in the act is kind of impressive, really. Taas glances down at Sam with a sigh, thoroughly busted.

'I know.' he signs with a sigh. 'I just... I'm going to start climbing on the walls if I keep this up.' Taas still had adrenaline in his blood from the fight, but most of it was nervousness. What if Cyril or Zevran didn't accept the tokens? What if the missing half of his horn bothered them?

Taas only knew two ways to deal with stress.

[el_tybs]

Completely busted. Sam crosses his arms as if that'll help him try and be strict to someone who was over a foot taller then him. They were probably quite the sight in the middle of the street.

Sam sighs likewise as he watches Taas sign, lips thinning a bit, already showing signs of caving. 'Let me give your wounds a once over and make sure nothing is going to open up while you swing a weapon around.'

He knows he cannot stop Taas, but at least he can make sure it wasn't going to get worse. 'What's giving you an... itch?' He frowns lightly as he finishes, knowing that isn't quite right, but the closest he can get to questioning what's agitating Taas - he's still learning.

[quietblade]

Taas' shoulders slumps a little, but he follows Sam's suggestion without comment, sitting down on a piece of broken wall so that the man didn't need to climb him to look him over.

"It's the fight," he says out loud. "...most of it. I also got something for Cy and Zevran and it's giving me these weird feelings that I don't understand. Fighting something might ground me a bit more."

His muscles are still tired and while the cuts and other damage is healed, the horn is still fragile and could start bleeding again if he was not careful.

[el_tybs]

As amusing as that would be - he's sure Cyril would think of other words to describe it - Sam appreciated that Taas wasn't going to make it a chore to look him over. That and it was better that they didn't make a spectacle of it.

"The fight with the dragon still got you going?" He understood an adrenaline rush, but that had been a few days or so back. Was it a berserker thing or something? Sam's quiet for a few moments after that, taking care in looking him over to make sure the worst of the wounds were indeed healed up. The horn certainly worried him though; that was a piece of anatomy that he was not completely familiar with. He'll get to that in a moment though.

"You got something?" He doesn't remember Taas going anywhere during the mission to get anything. "What kind of weird feelings?" Maybe if he talked about them he'd be able to figure it out better.

[quietblade]

He sighs and nods. "I was kind of out of it for a while. Must have been the concussion. Afterwards I still had the itch to fight, like I was some kind of unstoppable creature." Taas chuckles slightly and brushes back his hair. "Dragons are kinda... a big deal to any qunari. Even more so to those raised under the Qun."

Pausing, he looks at his pack again before carefully reaching inside to pick out the small piece of dragon tooth attached to a slim silver chain. "It's for Cyril. We talked about... things. What connections mean under the Qun. I want him to have this."

The big qunari rubs his temples and then laughs slightly. "Vashedan, I think I'm nervous, Sam."

[el_tybs]

"You don't say," he teases lightly. There were a few others that got dragon happy, but it didn't pass notice that their horned friends really a thing for the large winged creatures. "Yeah, you certainly took a hit in that fight." A broken horn, a concussion... "You can imagine why I'm a bit concerned that you aren't taking it easy." Course they used magic to heal any of the major things up, but the body still needed time.

At Taas's pause, Sam paused as well, watching curiously when he started fishing around in the pack. The tooth he recognizes immediately considering despite injuries Taas had made a point to harvest some. So he had put them on a chain-? The explanation that goes follows has the mage making a slight 'ah' sound of understanding under his breath.

"You'll run head long into a dragon, but giving a gift to Cyril makes you nervous." He finds that a bit amusing, but does understand the feeling. "I take it the tooth is more then a gift?"