[AW] he calls us SNEAK

[Anonymous]

A N O N Y M O U S Sneaking? Sneaking? Very nice friend. Oh, yes, my precious. Very nice, very nice. All right, all right. You startled me is all! What were you doing? Sneaking. An assassin is a sneak. This assassin, though not as stealthy as a smaller creature, finds himself often in the position of sneaking. And so was his approach as he spotted the yearling, grazing as if nothing in the world could be wrong on this fall morning. Innocent of all wrongdoing, he suspected. Most of his marks usually were. But he is not the judge of innocent or guilty. Neither judge nor jury: He is the executioner. He stood for awhile then, watching the roan graze out in the opening. The client had found him by happenstance, taken a risk on what Anonymous's abilities might be. His guess was correct, and the assassin offered this job pro bono, an example of his good will and a way to increase his name and reputation. 'If someone asks for a recommendation, tell them to ask for Anonymous.' He refused to answer questions about 'how will they find you' and 'how will they know who you are'. Trifling matters. It would work out, it always had. Unfortunately, the roan yearling was collateral damage in his journey to reputation. It only took a few moments for him to reach the colt, appearing suddenly from the shadows of a rock outcropping. The soft noise of his hooves upon the grass alerted the colt, and the young man turned to face the assassin. Only to have a dagger slicing at his throat, opening the carotid artery to the warm air, gleaming beneath the sun's rays. Quickly the dagger moves to stab the colt in the chest, piercing deep into the flesh. With barely a sound the colt dropped to the ground with a thud, gasping as blood trickled from his nostrils, his lips; spurting from his throat; seeping from his chest. The assassin stayed until death claimed its prize, then left, wiping his dagger on his cloak before sheathing it again. He wanders now westward, not bothering to contact the client. After all, word of this death will travel quickly. There's no need to muddy up the channels of communication with needless words. @ali sorry, I'm out of practice killing things..

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