He was the hunter, stealthy, prideful, and strong. She, was the scout, as the raven was to the wolf, was her to him. A team, working in unison, both skillfully trained in their ways, and fulfilling the silent pact made between two friends. Upon having joined the Assassins, Connor had ran into the French woman, a clever and wily young thing, who had immediately taken an interest in him. She had still been a novice at the time, and had a few years of training on him, and enjoyed showing off how much better she was. A young raven, showing off its skills in flight. The young wolf had learned quickly, taking to the Assassin life style, like a fish to water. He had quickly surpassed her, much to her dismay, but ha had had the courtesy to do so with good grace. The raven and the wolf, two partners in crime, the perfect team.
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Connor waited patiently, his dark eyes watching the red coats move through the underbrush, as the wolf waited in the trees above, silent as death. His fingers itched to stop their advancement, but the time was not yet right. There were too many to be taken on at once... Somewhere, the cry of a raven was heard, and his eyes looked to the east, where he saw a figure clothed in white send forth an air, striking a red coat square in the heart. Two more were quickly felled as panic began to rise in the group, and another received an arrow to the knee. Now was the time, and he slipped from his perch in the trees, landing on a man, hidden blade slicing through the neck.
"We're under attack!" One man finally shouted, aiming his rifle at Connor. He was dead, an arrow sticking from his neck, before he could even blink. The battle was quick, most men not knowing what was happening, before they were killed, either from his blade, or an arrow. Red blood painted the snow in a gruesome scene, bodies littering the ground. A loss of life for the gain of justice.
"Well done," a female voice said, and Connor turned around to see his partner in crime. The petit French woman had pulled her hood down, her blonde hair tied back in a tight bun. Her aquamarine eyes scanned the bodies, as a slight smile graced her lips. "You enjoy killing the red coats too much, Marie," Connor said, shaking his head in amusement. Her gaze turned to him, and she smiled at him.
"Ah, the hatred between the French and British is a long one. It is ingrained into each child to know whom our enemies are." Connor smirked, and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sounds lovely. Just like you, in fact." Marie snorted in a very unlady-like manner, before walking off.
"I'm glad to hear you think so. Now come on! It's cold, and I am freezing my ass off!" Conner chuckled in amusement, before following the indignant French woman, heading towards the nearest village.
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A/n: More of a Drabble of a possible friendship I came up with to flesh out Connor's unknown character at the time. If you want me to, I would gladly add some more chapters. Or maybe a prequel to this... With NO romance between the two, of course. Unless it happens without my knowledge... I'm not good with writing romance... Usually... Finally! A cool Native character in a video game!
Edit: The original spaces did not survive the transfer from my iPod, sadly... So here is the spaced version!