To track a legend...

Katrina bit her lip, an old human habit, and chewed it thoughtfully. Toying with the horse reigns in her hands she opened her mouth to ask, “Do you-“ BANG!
Katrina’s horse reared, sending her back off the horse landing flat on her back before bolting, leaving her to scramble to her feet.

“RUN!” She yelled, smacking the rump of Varric’s horse, “I’ll catch up!”

She pulled the twin broadswords out of her sheath slung across her back, looking into the dark forest for the attacker. Her skin stung were the bullet struck but it hadn’t done any damage as her skin was too tough. With unnatural grace that she didn’t have before she ran over to the trees were the attacker had been. Two deep boot prints had sat there in the dirt… Katrina growled faintly, the attacker was gone for now… but who would know when he would return.

Kat was about to ask something but then there was a loud bang. Like ungodly loud, louder then banging to pots together. It freaked Varric out, he looked at Kat, who got bucked off her horse. He opened his mouth to ask what the hell just happened, but Kat yelled at him to run. "Hey wait!" he yelled. Not like he was given much chose as she smacked his horse causing it to go flying in the direction they were heading.

He struggled to take control of the horse. By the time he did he was near the edge of the woods. He was about maybe 30 feet away from it. He covered his eyes. Part of him wanted to smile, it had been awhile since he had seen sunlight. But he was worried about Kat. He called out to her, even though he doubted she could hear him. He got off his hourse amd began to walk back into the forest. Then there was another loud bang and there was a hole in the tree right next to him.

"Don't move..." said gruff voice. Varric froze, whoever it was stood right outside of this eyesight. Was it the same person or someone else?

Katrina moved back down the path, remaining slightly hidden as she moved through the trees. Stiffening as she heard voices. She had been so stupid! Katrina fished in the waistband for her jeans, looking for her handgun. She honestly hated these weapons, stupid and meant for fearful men.
Finding it in her boot she cocked the trigger, aimed and fired. Hitting the perp in the chest, blood blossomed from the circular hole like ink in water.

“Varric?” Katrina called, slinking out from behind the bush. “Are you alright?”

Another loud bang and the man just feel to the ground. "What's with all the banging and holes appearing in things!" said Varric, surprised. After a few seconds he actually responded to Kat. "Yeah, I'm fine... our friend here has been better though. Probably would of been doing better with out the bloody hole in his body, but I'm not complaining." Varric waved to Kat to help show her that he was ok then walked out of the woods into the sun. He lifted his arms up, trying to take in as much of the sun as he could. He took a deep breath in and held it for a few moments before letting it out. There was something satisfying about it, what he didn't know. The horse he was riding earlier was a bit in the distance, munching on some grass. He hear Kat walk up behind him, he spun around quickly.

"So what where you going to ask before we got interrupted."

Katrina smiled slightly before showing him the gun but not letting him touch, “Bullets make the round holes, it’s caused by a gun, a weapon. “

She slid the hand gun back into her boot and out of sight before following after Varric. This seemed so normal. This is what they used to do when they were younger, go for walks, talk about unimportant things, maybe a kiss… but things were different now and much more dangerous.
Katrina watched Varric raise his arms and soak in the sun before approaching carefully, seeing his horse. He spun around causing the white haired woman to jump.

“Oh?” Katrina asked arching an eyebrow, “I was just reminiscing a bit… not really a relevant question and one I have completely forgotten. Come on, let’s go get the horse.”

Her horse was long gone and nowhere in sight.

So it was a weapon that was causing the banging and a holes. He would have to ask Kat about them later but he stored the info in the back of his mind. He would have to learn how to survive in this world so learning how to use new weapons where important. Daggers and sword were probably near useless with theses types of weapons now. A frown appeared on Varric's face when Kat said she had forgotten what she wanted to ask.

"Well I would personally say no question is irrelevant, at least not one who had to ask. But it's a shame you forgot it." Varric spun back around and grabbed his i horse's reins, walking it back to Kat. "So we are down to one horse. I don't particular mind walking and after being stuffed in a box a walk might be nice. There seems to be more to this world then I thought, so I need you to explain."

“To bad,” Katrina stated, mimicking Varric sounding like a parrot. She sounded distracted and she smiled slightly when he returned, she had forgotten how he did that. Zooming around thinking he was all big and confident.

“We can both ride the horse,” Katrina mounted the beast and took the reigns. “I won’t bite,” She teased him faintly. The horse bent his head down again to eat some grass, Katrina could hear the steady crunch, crunch of the grass being ground down.

Varric sighed and jumped on the horse, sitting behind Kat. A particular one of her comments caused a smirk to crawl it's way onto Varric's face. "May you don't bite, but I thought you liked it." said Varric, trying not to laugh. Although in the back of his head he hoped that it was an actual memory and not some strange dream he had in the fun little torture box. He prodded the horse with his heels and the horse started to move forward. Kat had the reigns so where they were going was up to her. "So where to?" said Varric, acting like he never knew where anything was. "And start talking, what happened to you after I got stuffed in the box. And don't say you got turned into a sword, I mean after that."

At Varric’s remark Katrina turned red, the back of her neck, her ears, her cheeks. It took quite a bit to make the demon sword turn a funny color as she wasn’t human and her systems of blushing were quite different.


“Varric,” She stated in a low, wanna be disapproving tone but a hint of a smile underneath all. “How is that in anyway appropriate for riding on a horse? Besides, you’re being rather distracting.” Her tone was lilting before she sobered up at his other pressing questions.

“We are going to a nearby inn, that’s where I got the horses. There we will get you cleaned up and such. As for what happened to me, its still really painful to talk about and I will save it for another time. I’m currently going to focus on getting you back to civilization and getting you adjusted. If during that time, after you have gotten over your stress. Maybe I’ll tell you, but right now… I don’t think it’s the best idea.”

Katrina didn’t feel ready to tell him… just not yet. “I’m sorry…”

She felt her stomach burn, her back burn, and her head hurt. Where they carved the black symbols into her flesh and her white hair fell forward. It was like she could see them again, approaching her with the black stone knife. Hearing her screams echo around that cave… and the fire…. The fire… Katrina held her breath and forced herself to calm.

"I never said it was and I was in a box for the past 2000 something years, sorry if I want to be a bit talkative." Varric rested his head on Kat's shoulder. It was uncomfortable and cold but he didn't mind. It sounded like he struck a nerve, a very painful nerve with his last question. Kat apologized for not wanting to tell him but he didn't mind.

"Don't worry about it Kat. If you don't feel comfortable telling me about it don't. I'm just happy you are here." Varric stayed quite until they returned to the in. It was a nice building, it wasn't to large but it could probably only had about 7 rooms at the most. Varric could spot the stable stick out from behind the inn. However the horse Kat was on was still gone. "Think they will be pissed about the horse?"

The warmth emanated from Varric, heating her skin and making her flesh soft.

“Your beard itches,” Katrina murmured, sliding her hand behind her to rest it onto his leg for a few moments before grabbing onto the reigns again. The air was still quite cold and the sight of the inn made her quite happy. It was a dark red color, with dark green hedges freshly trimmed. A few cars were parked next to the inn and a few people were milling about.

“The horses are trained to come back by nightfall. I don’t think they’d be to mad.” She said quietly, dismounting inside the stables. After Varric had gotten off, Katrina passed the horse to a stable hand and she walked into the back door of the inn. Moving quickly and quietly, and occasionally dragging Varric behind in case he tried to stop and gawk.
Opening the door to her room Katrina stepped inside and waited for Varric before shutting the door.

"It was kinda hard to shave it there, I lacked a razor." joked Varric. He stared at the strange metal things by the inn. Varric was just about to ask what they where but was dragged away by Kat. She seemed very sneaky about the whole thing. She slid through the back of the building, not letting him look around at all. She lead him to his room and as soon as he entered she shut the door behind him.

"Are we not suppose to be here?" asked Varric. Not that he cared, he has been in tons of places he wasn't suppose to be in before.

Katrina laughed slightly, wandering back into the bathroom.

“Yes, we can be here. I did pay to rent this room. The reason I snuck you in is because Humanity picks on everything that is different. You and I are quite different to humanity and they will poke and prod at us until their curiosity is satisfied, much like chickens.” Katrina chuckled recalling an incident were Varric was chased around the front of her home by the rooster, quite a ridiculous sight. She remembered laughing so hard she had to sit down on the chopping stump.

“Do you want to get cleaned up?” She called over her shoulder. She explained how the shower worked to Varric, reminding him to use soap and explaining all of the different kinds of soaps. Then she handed him a razor and some shaving cream.

“Fur begone!” She commanded before leaving him in the bathroom.

Varric winced when Kat mentioned chickens. He knew what she was talking about. He had been chased by one of her family's roosters. He still didn't like chickens unless they where cooked. Kat then showed her the bathroom and told him about soaps and stuff. Apparently showers and bath where a daily thing now. He found it strange but whatever. Kat handed him some shaving cream and a razor before yelling 'Fur begone!' and slamming the door behind her. Varric turn on the shower and just stay there amazing. He wanted to know how it worked. She just kept turning the shower on and off for about 20 minutes before actually getting in. It didn't take him long to shower and shave once he got in. About 20 minutes after he stepped out of the shower and put on some new clothes that Kat had laid out for him. Although he didn't remember them being there before he got int the shower. Either way he threw them on and walked out of the bathroom.

"Well that felt nice."

Katrina was curled up on her bed reading a book. She had briefly stopped at the store downstairs to pick up a pair of modern clothing and then hurried back up to deliver them to Varric, removing his other clothing from the floor and packing them away.
Her had jerked up when Varric entered, quickly marking the spot in her novel she was reading. Placing it on the bedside table she stood up. Walking over to him she small smile , strands of white hair falling into her eyes.

“Looks like you do have a face underneath all that fur,” Katrina teased before moving away from him and bringing back a sandwich. “I’m going to guess you are hungry since you have been locked up all these years.”

Varric stuck his tongue out a Kat. "I don't know, I think I am going to grow another one. I guess you can say it grew on me." Varric laughed at his own pathetic attempt at a joke. "Well now that you men-" Varric didn't even finish his sentence before snatching the sandwich from the plate and stuffing his face. The sandwich was gone in a matter of seconds and crumbs were littered around his mouth. "Got anymore?" wondered Varric out loud. He sat down on the bed and his eyes widen. "Holy crap this is comfy." Varric laid down on his back, to enjoy the comfort of the bed but then he hit the remote and the TV blared into life. Varric flew off the bed, grabbed Kat by the arm and pulled to the floor on the far side of the bed, using the bed as cover. The plate Kat had been holding was now shattered on the ground. Varric peer up over the bed and scanned the room. There was a thin black box on the far side of the room and there where people in it, talking. The movie continued to play and Varric looked at Kat. "Kat, they have a magic prison here, what should we do? The people don't even seem to notice they are trapped. I don't want to get trapped again. What should we do?"