.:Ezio x Reader:. SneakyMore Like This
It was a nice day in Monteriggioni, Italy as you jumped from place to place on the roofs; you weren't sure what to do today really, all you ever do is assassinate certain people and blend in with crowds. You are anonymous. Well, you were until one day you spotted a man in white and red. You couldn't really make out his face, but he was fighting some guards along an ally. Idiots. If you were them who saw the man in white assassinate the person next to you, you would've said, "Forget this, I'm out."
You crouched on a wooden plank and watched the man slice a guards throat and pounce on the other. It's like something you would do if you-
"Get off that building or die!" A guard said bringing out his sword, running towards you. You pulled out your blade and quickly slashed his throat without saying a word. You turned to the direction the man was and saw him staring at you.
'Oh shit!' You thought as you ran the opposite direction from him.
You huffed when you arrived at y
Shatter Me Chapter 1 (Connor x Reader)More Like This
"Curse this blasted weather." Haytham murmured under his breath as he readjusted the reins in his hand, cupping them to his mouth and blowing air into them, trying to thaw the numbness from his fingertips.
"I knew I should have brought my gloves... Serves me right for forgetting them in the first place." He clicked his tongue in annoyance as he recalled the last time he was in the frontier during the winter.
"Ziio…" He thought to himself fondly. "Oh how I rue the day that we went our separate ways…"
Haytham's thoughts drifted off but were cut off when he heard a branch snap in the distance and his curious but alert gaze wondered about to the snow covered trees and bushes, his eyes narrowing when he seen a small figure in the distance laying in the snow against a tree.
"What in blazes…" He trailed off as he swung his leg over his horse and jumped onto the floor gracefully without a sound. "Who's there?" He called off as he slowly approached the f
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"But Malik-" Altaïr tried to apologize
Altaïr looked at him apoligeticly "Please, if you would just-"
"NOW!" Malik yelled
Altaïr sighed "Alright, I'll leave." He walked over to the wall he'd climb "I'll come back later when you're not in such a bad mood."
"Don't bother! I don't want to see you again!" Malik yelled from the other room.
Altaïr silently climbed the wall and left. Malik's last statement had hurt him.
Malik looked at the mess on his desk. Ink and ash were everywhere. "Damn Novice," Malik mumbled as he started to clean. Altaïr had been reaching for a piece of fruit when he had knocked over the ink pot spilling it. Then in his haste to move stuff out of the way of the speading ink, he'd knocked the incense burner over too, getting ash everywhere. Including on a map Malik had spent all morning on.
By the time Malik got the mess cleaned up, it was late afternoon. Malik left the bureau to buy someting to eat.
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Kadar set the knife down and blew on the wooden figure to clear it of wood dust and shavings. He looked at the work carefully, stroking the smooth wood gently with his callused hands. A starling. That is what he had made. A toy starling so perfectly real it seemed about to fly off his hand and sing its heart out. Its spread wings lifted the bird upward despite its wooden solid character. Kadar smiled in secret pleasure as he turned the toy about in his sword-accustomed hands, sitting in the shade of a rock up on one of the cliffs surrounding Masyaf, the fortress of the Assassins and his home.
No one knew he did this. No one even suspected that he would leave for hours at a time to carve, to indulge his creative self. His elder brother, Malik, would scoff at this, shrugging the starling off as a frivolity, a base work for an Assassin to do. His face would register disappointment with his younger brother in the down-turned corners of his mouth. Kadar sometimes thought
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No! Dont leave me Im not dead not yet why brother?
Clusters of breath crawled out the mouth of the young mans cracked and bloodied lips. His once blue eyes turned almost a dull gray, and his hands loosely gripped at his sword-gashed wounds. The air was chill and the cavern walls were damp. A howling moan echoed through the walls. Like an hourglass, sprinkles of sand and gravel kept trickling down. Steel boots stood at the edge of the thick red pool. Splattering as the boots turned; the Templar lieutenant faced his last man. In a solemn and thick French accent he gave the underling new orders.
Hurry and follow the assassin. I will follow shortly I will gather the troops and we shall launch an attack on Masyaf.
The assassins heart skipped. Horror filled his imaginings of his people being slaughtered. The pale blue sky turning gray and the ground stained red. He wanted with all his might, to stand and
Back Again? Part 6The templars came charging down, swords aimed straight for the assassins heart. But because of his small size he barely avoided him and slammed against the wall. A small grunt came out as the assassin as he looked down to see blood soaking the robes. It was a light horizontal gash across the chest, just below the collar bone. But this wasnt the time to stop as more came at him. Kadar was doing what he could as he ripped apart a man with his claws. The creature jumped ahead of the assassin and began brutally destroying them. He even ripped off someones jaw with one bite. More guards started to run in fear out and through the door, the head-doctor was first to abandon.More Like This
When it was clear, the assassin and the creature, which was whatever was left of Kadar, began to exit the stairway path. The small assassin took point again and rushed through the door. Panicked, the assassin did not observe and paid for it. In hiding, the guards jumped out, tackling Kadar to the floor. A
Back Again? part 5Kadar awoke to a brush of cold air, screams, and the smell of death. He tried to remember what happened before he had been hit in the head, but it all seemed like a blur to him now. Dried blood had stuck to his face and his vision was a bit blurry, but he could see a figure step through a brightly lit room and into the darkness. Out of instinct, he tried to get up to rip him apart, but was pulled back by the shackles on the operating table.More Like This
The figure stood eerily over him. Kadar tried to wiggle out, but to no avail. More shadowy figures entered the room and surrounded the table. What is he? Is he human? Perhaps at one time he was... Its the devils work.. Do you think the assassins did this as some kind of key to winning? How did they do this? The figures continued to bicker.
Lets not waste anytime... Let us find out this mystery..There is much to be learned from this.. Said one deep and malevolen