The day, as it was, hadn't been terrible. Nathan had been edgy and nervous but that had seemed to flame out. He'd seen no one with eyes like this. He'd encountered nothing to make him believe that a Hunter was here. Nathan believed Anders, he did, but he hoped that maybe Anders confronting whoever that was had sent him back to England.
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So, Nathan decided to chance the preserve... )
Which, of course, would be easier if he were a touch more familiar with the woods. He kept stumbling over the dry branches at the edge of the path.
"Andraste's scarlet overcoat," he swore, not for the first time, and raised his voice from his spot some thirty yards from where Nathan lay. "Nathan, are you out here or am I wandering around with a torch for no reason?"
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He looked worse than he felt at this point. He'd crawled over to sit against a tree, tired and confused. So, when he heard Anders, he didn't answer at first.
"Over here," he finally said when he guessed that whoever it was that had attacked and then cuddled him was done for the night.
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His smile drooped when Nathan's features finally came into focus.
"You're bleeding."
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Maybe not very comforting but truthful, at least. "I'm okay."
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Lucky, obviously, but insane. He reached into the pouch at his side and drew out a healing potion, which he offered to Nathan. "I know you can heal yourself, but this might help a bit."
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He took his eyes away from the potion and looked over at Anders. "I thought it was going to rip my throat out but it didn't. I don't know. It licked my face and nuzzled me and then left."
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He tapped his boot idly on the ground, thinking. "This might be silly, but can your shapeshifters look like anything besides people?"
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"...it can't be him," Nathan whispered in disbelief. Anders' question had jogged something in his head and now he was seriously beginning to think he knew who this was. "There's no way."
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"Who is he?" Anders asked, sitting up a bit straighter as if preparing for something.
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"The only person I know who has a gift like that, his original Gift," Nathan said, taking a breath and looking over at Anders, "is my father. But, he wouldn't come to see me. It's too dangerous."
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Turning into a giant wolf to attack Nathan didn't strike Anders as the friendliest parental choice, but that was a secondary issue at the moment.
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"This tattoo here," he said, pointing to the small one on his finger, "can be used to make something called a witch's bottle. If the Hunters catch me, they'll cut it off and create something called a witch's bottle with it. They can use it to control me and they want me to kill my father. I refuse to do it but it's still dangerous for him to be around me."
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He swore into that night sky. "Seems as though it'd be simpler to kill him themselves."
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