Post by kitsune888 on Apr 12, 2007 18:58:04 GMT -5
Zathaneal
As the young male followed his mark he cued and purred. He had been tracking these three men for about two weeks, watching and following them. The three men where slave traders who had been kidnapping kids out of midland and selling them off for a high price. The man came upon the mark from his mother Lady Sybelle. Some of the pups from the packs had gone missing that is when his mother sent him after this mark.
He smiled as he continued to follow the three to there camp. It was about an hour outside of Midland in a small clearing of the woods. The young man looks about for a hiding spot for his street clothes, as he looked he found a small hole at the bass of a tall pine. He drops his pack and starts to strip. Looking down at the heap of cloths at his feet, the clothes bared the crest of his father Sir William. As he takes the stuff from his pack he could hear the two oldest me talking about the past like they did every night, he chirped at the mans conversation, *Humans they are truly creatures of habit* with that he stuffed his street clothes in to his pack and stuck it in the hole at the bass of the tree.
The man stood in the light of the haft moon. The mans body glistened in the dull light, his body adorned with muscle from years of training with his father and a few other masters over the years. He laughed as he pushed his golden blond hair back in place, as he bends over to grasp up his assassin gear he looks at his left wrist where a large scare was. It was the only reminder of his dark past. As the man starts to place his leather pants over his flesh he begins to purr. his body knew what these cloths meant, and it longed for it. It was the hunt that excited him he lived for it. This hunt was deferent from the others there where three to hunt, three to toy with.
With that in his mind he begins to shack with anticipation. As he put the rest of his gear on he turned his attention to the conversation. He knew how the three men where and how the thought, the oldest of the three was a ruff looking man not to tall and going bald. He was Known and called by the name Marcus he had a thing for young boys namely his own son. The youngest of them was Marcus' son Jack the boy was no older then 14, the man felt bad for the kid he wold have lived if his father hadn't forced him to do this. The last of the three was a punk thug named Samule
As the man snuck threw the tree line staying out of sight. He could hear Marcus starting his shit with his son. The man looked on as Marcus snatches his son up and drags him off to have his way with him, the thought of it sent shivers up the mans spin. he knew then he would kill Marcus slow and painfully.
The man smiled, the stage had been set. He looked about the area looking at his surroundings, he noted that Samule sat under a large branch of a near by tree. Taking that in the man smiled. He made his way to the one tree and started to climb it making his way to the branch over Samule. The man purred for he knew the fun was about to begin. The man knelled on the branch and pulled a small knife from his boot. Taking aim the man throws the knife at the tree across from Samule.
As the knife hit its mark Samule jumped to his feet. Startled he spoke "Who...who's there." as he takes a step toward the knife, the man jumps from the branch landing behind Samule. As the man spins around the assassin moves in close.
Clasping Samule's neck with his right hand the assassin smiles twitching his wrist unlocking the spring loaded blade from its hiding spot. As the blade pierces Samule's Adam's apple the blood begins to pulse down the blade and onto the wrist of the assassin. The assassin applies more force to the blade pushing it to the spine in the back of the neck. The blade begins to rub on bone making an eerie gritting and chiming that brings a large smile over the assassin's face. He leans in as his prey begins to gargle and chock on his own blood. Laughingly the assassin speaks in a whisper "Oh how i love that sound and the feel of blood over my hand."
As the assassin lets go of the mans neck he smiles as the blade folds the skin outward sending shivers down his spine. He looks in the direction that Marcus dragged his son off in. Looking down at the now lifeless body he smiles and sprints in the direction of his next mark. As he made his way to Marcus and his son he could see Marcus holding his son to a tree with his pants off. With great speed and a growl the assassin comes up behind the man snagging his face with is left arm, taking the blade on his right wrist he runs the blade up Marcus' spin speaking out loud "One.. two.. three.. four.. five." with that the assassin plunges the blade into the spin right above the fifth vertebra. Severing the spinal calim causing Marcus' legs to buckle. As the man falls to the ground with a thud he begins to wine and cry "Wha.. what do you want?" with a small giggle the assassin speaks "You really didn't think that you could get away with taking the children of Midland did you." with that said the man begins to plead to the assassin but to no avail.
The assassin turns his attention to the boy who now stands in utter shock. Jumping at the boy playfully the assassin snaps "Boo!" scaring the boy into a run. As the boy runs Marcus begins to cry out to him "Don't leave me here...." but before he can finish the assassin squats over him. Bending forward he grabs the back of Marcus' head pulling him into a kiss, as Marcus struggles. The sound of torn flesh reverberates in his mouth. With a jerk the assassin leans back smiling all the while holding Marcus torn tung in his teeth. Spiting it back at Marcus purring all the while.
"Now you wait here while i go see to your little play toy." with that the assassin smiles evilly sprinting in the direction of the boy. While he runs he could see the boy running for his life ahead. His blood pulsed as he gained on the boy. Reaching out to catch the boy, the boy stumbles forward falling. Jumping over the boy trying not to fall himself. He turns to glare at the boy, as the boy looks about picking up a branch off the ground. He jumps to his feet holding the branch in front of him like a sword. The assassin tilts his head at the boy and speaks out, "So little one you wish to fight me."
The boy shacking nods his head "If.. if i must." The assassin laughs looking about the ground spotting a thin switch like branch, he smiles kicking it up and catching it with his left hand. "Since you called the duel you may have the first move." the boy bolts toward the assassin swing the branch downward trying to catch his skull. Stepping sideways the assassin dodges the blow but before the assassin can swing he notice the boy bring his branch up in an angle at the assassin's mid section.
Wide eyed the assassin bracing for an impact to his stomach. The boy smiled as the branch hit its mark, but his smile soon turned to fear as the assassin begins to laugh. "Ha so you know how to weld a sword kid.: with that the assassin grabs the branch from the boy. Looking at the boy the assassin smiles walking over to him. the boy screams as the assassin close in on him. The boy begins to flail his arms in the air the assassin snatches him up onto his feet. "Stop your squirming brat." snaps the assassin, as the boy stops he looks about with a look of shock. "Why... why haven't you killed me." said the boy with a trembling voice. The assassin smiles "You managed to hit me." with that the assassin shacks his head. The boy sighs with relief, but before he knows it the assassin comes around to his side and struck him in the back of the neck.
The boy falls forward unconscious, the assassin catches him with one arm throwing him over his shoulder he smiled and shook his head "Mother and Father are going to kill me." The assassin makes his way back to the wounded Marcus. Setting tho boy agents a tree the assassin looks over his shoulder at Marcus who had managed to pull himself a few feet away from where he had been left.
"Well good sir, you can die knowing your son will be spared your fate." the assassin begins to strip from his garbs. He smiled and began to purr, turning around. He looks deep into Marcus' eyes. "Oh so you know who i am good. And i bet your wandering why the son of the great knight Sir William is doing out here hunting you all down instead of turning you all in to the right authority. well as i said earlier, You took kids from midland but not just any kids you took kids of the mother."
With that the assassin gripes his sides. The change hurt more often then not. The bones began to pop and crack as they started to rearranging. He fell to his knees as he pounded the ground. His skin began to fill with spotted golden fur and his hands and feet grew claws and pads on the undersides. His back end split open to allow a tail to grow. His face turned and twisted till it resembled a cheetah. As the change ended the assassin purred and began to speak in tones that where sharper and more high pitch.
"So human you like what your actions had brought upon you." walking over to the man as he tried to crawl away with all his might. Kicking him over onto his back, the assassin bends over picking the man up by his collar he dragged him to a open spot so he could see his prey in the moon light. Purring the assassin snatches up one of the mans arms "I wounder what it looks like to have you arm twisted around and around." The assassin begins to twist the mans arm. The shoulder gives popping out of place with a loud pop followed by another as the elbow goes, soon the bones start to snap and splinter threw the skin splattering blood and bone like a piece of wood that had splinted.
The assassin smiles withe utter delight. "I wounder." said the assassin as he drops the mangled arm and snatches up the other one "How much pressure it takes to rip a humans arm off." with that the assassin tugs on the arm. The arm was strong and harder to pull off. Placing a clawed foot on the mans chest he gives it a forcefully tug popping it out of place. Eyes winding from the loud pop the assassin grins. He gives it one more tug and with a strange sound of flesh and tendons being torn, the mans arm gives way. With a loud chirp the assassin bounces dropping the arm on the ground. "Hmm... i got another idea." With that the assassin smiles. Sitting down on the mans over sized stomach he begins shredding the mans shirt. As the mans chest lay bear like a blank canvas he chirps. Digging one of hiss sharp claws into the mans chest the assassin begins to speak. "You know i always wanted to see the heart pump it's last few pumps." with that he drags his claw down the mans chest, watching the skin open like a seem coming unraveled. Making two more slits he pulls the skin back revealing the breast plate of bone.
Now looking at the bones the assassin smiles as he tugs on the breast plate held to the ribs by cartilage. With a little force and a few broken ribs the breast plate was off. As the assassin purred he looked at Marcus' face witch had twisted in all the pain. giggling the assassin looks back down at the open chest cavity. There before him lay a slow beating heart. The assassin watched with aw as the heart began to slow and give up. it looked like it was hiccuping as it pulsed and fluttered. AS the heart finally stopped he smiled. Standing up he squealed loudly as the kid started to wake and freak.
Walking over to the boy the assassin back hands him scratching the boys face. "Enough!" Growls the assassin. Allowing the revers change to take hold the assassin's body twisted and molded into the body it once was, standing before the boy. The boy begins to stutter "Your... Your... sir.... sir..." with that the assassin spoke "Yes, yes I'm Sir Zathaneal."
