Sweetest MotherSweetest Mother1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
She began running past the hungry flames. Everything was wrong and going downhill as the sounds of swords clashed upon each other as the smoke and flames munching on the air and any furniture that wasn’t overturned and looted. Her dusty blonde hair started to become blacken as she crawled under a burning oak cabinet that covered the master bedroom of the burning hideout. She wasn’t thinking about the pain as flames licked her exposed neck and began to cling on her black and red armor, studded with little steel circles on her shoulder and her legs. The flames hugged onto her as she desperately tried to push a heavy, dark wood with steel-plated top armoire from the secret she kept. Her hazel green eyes looked at the burning room and she forced them to shut. “It’s all a nightmare,” She muttered as she pushed the armoire. Tear began to cloud her vision. “It’s all a NIGHTMARE!”
The ShadowScale"Assassins" He remembered his old Master telling him. "Assassins are the ones that kill so that the innocent don't dirty their hands. They take the contacts anger into themselves and use it to fuel their own blood lust young Shadow Scale"The ShadowScale4 years ago in Drama More Like This
He remembered his lessons, having been trained from birth to work for the Dark Brotherhood. Veezara was born to be here, and all it took was one look in those silver blue eyes to undo him. Years of training went out the window, lectures of being told that being an assassin meant no room for love. Astrid and Arnbjorn might've been able to make it work, but he never could.
Yet every night after she joined one or the other would slip in beside the first and they'd get no rest. Whenever she was out of a mark for Nazir, despite proving herself to be an able killer, he stilled worried greatly. When she returned to him unscratched he gathered her close and wouldn't let go for a while. If his old masters could see him now.
Maybe they would appro