[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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[Arah]

Arah

The doe knew one of the best ways to understand a new land is to examine and learn of those who she was about to walk among. Would they view the world the same as she did? Hard to say, this land was quite different to Helovia, perhaps she was too different to fit into these lands. Yet if her family was here...if they were here then she would find a home with them. They would make their lives in these land work and what wonderful lives they would be. Being so far from Helovia had allowed Arah a break from the ghosts that had constantly followed her. They were unable to find her here, expect on the first night. The night the has crowded her mind all at once, drowning her as much as the froze, black waters had. But she fought against them and this time they seemed to have left her along completely. Thought she did not wish to focus on this as it would not doubt jinx the situation. 

The more pressing matter was figuring out where her hooves had lead her. Not knowing the leads she'd set off without any destination and, as a result, was utterly lost. In fact she wasn't entirely sure which way she had come, turning back to return to the lands of Denocte had only lead her to an area she was not familiar with. If Wynter were here she'd simply fly ahead and scout out a path home. Yet her griffin had still not returned to her side and Arah was no closer to figuring out where Wynter was or how to reach her. Their connection had gone silent since the rift spat her out in these lands, the magic was gone. Still there was no point in thinking about what one didn't have. For now her best chance of figuring out  how to get home was to seek the assistance of another.  Yet there didn't appear to be a soul around. Sighing she urged her hooves to continue onwards, perhaps if she climbed a little higher she would be able to survey the land. Figure out where she had come from or at least see someone else. 

Keeping her ears perked she continued onwards, hoping to pick up the sounds of another life form, someone who would be able to assist. 

@Anonymous - Sorry, bit crappy, I'll pick up once the thread gets moving. <3