ASHE
does the wolf apologize when it stands on top? should the lion say grace when it takes its mark?
Too many voices, too many demons. How many of them were the cries of those that fell to her blades? How many were the ones she didn’t save, the people she loved that were murdered because of her? The whites of her eyes rimmed the blazing gold, ears pinned back as the lights closed in and in and in. One voice stood out above the rest, sending her pelt bristling with a feral snarl on her face. She thought her heart might explode with her Master’s voice curling into her bones. ’You’ve done well, Assassin in Blue.’
A clear voice rang out over the cacophony of memories. It sounded unfamiliar. Real. She snapped her head around to see a man---gods, a very large man---fast approaching. A wild snarl ripped from her throat and she cowered back, hedged in by the lights and the newcomer. ’You’ve done very well.’ She wanted to howl her rage. She wanted to see the Master of Assassins and end him all over again.
There were only the lights directing her back. Lights, and a man shouting for the wolf to get back.
She had almost forgotten she was in Ludo’s Wood, almost forgot who and where she was entirely. She sensed the creeping, cold magic the man exuded, a magic she dimly recognized from someone a long time ago. She barked low and scrambled back, but seeing the man sparked some sense of reality in her as the lights quieted under the magical attack.
Her eyes watched the mage before her with wary eyes, but her attention was brought to the nearest bobbing, infernal light. She snapped her jaws at it with a snarl, whipping her head around to close her jaws around the next.
A clear voice rang out over the cacophony of memories. It sounded unfamiliar. Real. She snapped her head around to see a man---gods, a very large man---fast approaching. A wild snarl ripped from her throat and she cowered back, hedged in by the lights and the newcomer. ’You’ve done very well.’ She wanted to howl her rage. She wanted to see the Master of Assassins and end him all over again.
There were only the lights directing her back. Lights, and a man shouting for the wolf to get back.
She had almost forgotten she was in Ludo’s Wood, almost forgot who and where she was entirely. She sensed the creeping, cold magic the man exuded, a magic she dimly recognized from someone a long time ago. She barked low and scrambled back, but seeing the man sparked some sense of reality in her as the lights quieted under the magical attack.
Her eyes watched the mage before her with wary eyes, but her attention was brought to the nearest bobbing, infernal light. She snapped her jaws at it with a snarl, whipping her head around to close her jaws around the next.
I do what I need to, what I have to, to survive. Closer than your friend, I can be your enemy.
