Orders

So hey guys! Since you seem to enjoy my other fic "The Wolves of Magi" I thought I'd post this little thought. It comes as a prequel to the other story – back when Ja'far was just a pup and totally kookoo for cocoa puffs. It's a little darker than the other fic, but I hope you all enjoy! Disclaimer: I own nothing but the voices in my head who tell me what to write – and they want me to say hi – anyway – enjoy!

A lone white wolf pup paced in the snow. He wondered when the order would come - and what it would be. Not that it mattered. No matter what order was sent he knew he would carry it out without question- and without fail.

Ja'far wasn't necessarily loyal to the Al Thamen pack. Personally he thought they were a bunch of no good evil bastards. But he was their assassin, and it was the only life he had left now. Ah, there it was. A quick run of lonesome howls echoed over the plain. To any other wolf it would seem a normal night cry - if a bit incoherent. To Ja'far it was the music of his life - the message of his mission. He'd been following the scent for weeks now, and here the order finally came. Infiltrate. Kill. Violet.

Violet? That last part didn't make much sense, even to him. But he supposed it had something to do with the target. He'd figure it out later. In the meantime, Ja'far took off into the snow, following the scent trail he knew would lead him to his mark.

Infiltrate. Kill.

This was what he was built for; he thought calmly, his steely eyes burning with determination in the half light. He ran through the twilight for hours, not stopping until the next morning near a quiet brook for a drink. He could tell he was getting close to the target, no more than a few hours out at most. Ja'far smiled. He loved the sensation that accompanied the chase. The thrill of closing in on his mark. He couldn't wait to sink his canines into the soft flesh of his kill. Ja'far knew it was probably wrong to be so enthused with the thought of killing his own kind; bringing them down as if they were no better than a rabbit, fleeing the predator that was Ja'far – but this was the only life he'd ever known, and if he was meant to be an assassin, hell if he wasn't going to be the best the bloodthirsty pack had ever seen.

Ja'far hit the ground with a surprised grunt. What the hell? He thought, glaring up at the purple monstrosity that had bowled him over.

"Why don't you watch where you're going you clumsy oaf!" He growled.

"What? Oh, sorry! Look pup, run! No time to explain, let's go!" The other wolf exclaimed in response, before motioning for Ja'far to follow, and running off into the brush at a breakneck speed. Once more, what the hell? He shook himself and ran off after the crazy wolf. As he ran Ja'far studied his attacker closer, an amethyst coated youth, just a few years Ja'far's senior. Violet. Could it be? Was this Ja'far's target? He swiftly scented the air, catching a whiff of the same trail he'd been following for weeks. It was - this bumbling fool was his mark. Who the hell did this kid piss off, that Ja'far was the one sent to deal with him? Oh well, a quick job. Ja'far sped up to catch the running oaf, lowering himself into an attack crouch as he stalked his prey.

Sinbad glanced back at the strange white pup. He'd never seen a wolf with a coat so pure. Nor had he ever met one so young that was so angry. He radiated more malice than the old stick in the mud dragon that Sin had stolen dinner from – and was currently sprinting to escape. (Maybe stealing from dragons was a bad idea... But he'd been so hungry! Plus, it sure was exciting!) Sin had thought that would be the strangest thing he did today, but that was before he'd ran into the pup. Sins fur stood on end. There was something off about this kid. He glanced back again to see the kid lowered into a prowl - like the pup was trying to stalk something. Was he stalking him? Sin spun around with a growl to face the malicious pup.

"What's your problem kid!?" He grumbled, as the pup stopped short and glanced at him with his head cocked in confusion.

"How'd you know I was going to jump you?"

"How could I not? You were all wound up ready to pounce like I was some dumb fawn you'd chosen for supper!" With that the kid stopped again, head still cocked, the glare in his steely grey/green eyes faded to a look more like... Loneliness. Or shame. What the hell? Sin thought, and slowly moved closer to the kid, not sure if he should try and comfort him - or if he'd be far better off running away.

What the hell was the matter with this great purple oaf? He knew that Ja'far was trying to kill him! Why didn't he look frightened? Ugh! This entire mission was not going to plan. Ja'far wasn't used to looking his marks - no his victims - in the eye. As a matter of fact he prided himself in avoiding it. Most of the time his targets never even knew he was coming. That was, after all, why he was Al Thamen's greatest assassin. He was a silent and brutal killer, his marks dropping before they knew what hit them. Where did he go wrong? And what was the look the violet fool was giving him? It almost looked like... Pity.

Ja'far snarled. How dare this fool pity him! Ja'far was worthy of no one's pity. He was a monster. He'd known so from a very young age - when Al Thamen had come for him, and had him slaughter his entire pack - which Ja'far had done gladly, knowing that the punishment the terrifying pack would have for his family would be much more gruesome and merciless than Ja'far's quick killing. Something had broken in Ja'far that day... He'd never quite been the same. And since that day he'd trained and worked hard to reach his position as the pack's greatest assassin. A monster who murdered his own kind without fear or mercy. That was what lurked behind those steely grey/green eyes. That was what stared out at the amethyst wolf right now. So why wasn't he afraid? Ja'far was so confused. Best to end this right now, before he could muddle it up any farther.

He let out a low psychotic sounding growl and glared into the golden eyes of the violet wolf.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" The bigger wolf asked gently, sitting down in the face of the threat that the white assassin was placing.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Ja'far growled in exasperation, rocking back on his haunches in confusion. "Shouldn't you be a little more worried that I'm trying to kill you?"

"I don't think you'll do it." The other stated simply, throwing a cocky grin Ja'far's way. "I'm Sinbad. What's your name pup?" Ja'far snarled. How dare he!

"It doesn't matter what I'm called you stupid bumbling fool! You're not going to live long enough to ever speak my name." And with that, he launched himself at the larger wolf.

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