Assassin
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Sinbad snorted and deftly flicked the smaller wolf aside with his tale before pinning the snarling, snapping creature to the dirt beneath one of his big amethyst paws.
"What's going on pup? I'm getting tired of this game." He growled.
"Get off me you great oaf!" the white pup snapped angrily – but stopped struggling in favor of a taunt muscled silence.
"I'm not letting you up until you tell me why a whelp that I don't even know seems to be trying to kill me. Excuse the precaution but I like my head just how it is – attached."
"I don't answer to the likes of you." The pup snarled. What the hell was this kid's problem?
"Well, I guess we'll be here for a while then." Sin smiled, before sitting all of his weight on the smaller wolf's chest. He really hoped that Drakon didn't catch up any time soon – if he did they'd both be dragon food.
"So kid, what's it going to be? Are we gonna sit here all night or are you gonna talk to me?" Sin's query was met with hard silence – dwarfed only by the steely hatred in the pup's silvery eyes. The violet wolf stifled a sigh – it was going to be a very long night.
"You know, this would be easier on both of us if you'd talk. Neither of us is getting any sleep this way." Sin tried again, only to receive a harsh snort from below. "Fine. Be that way." He huffed and settled in for the long night ahead.
It had been nearly a day and Sin was still sitting on the white pup's chest. Neither had spoken since the final growls late the previous evening. Sin was beginning to lose hope that the tiny terror would ever speak again. He sighed – not bothering to hide it anymore – and shifted his weight a little to relieve his hind paws, which had fallen asleep ages ago. He settled back down again and chanced a glance at the snowy pup – who was currently feigning indifference and glaring off to the side at a fallen tree. He didn't fool the violet wolf though; Sin knew he was observing every tiny little movement that anything in this clearing made. Sin rolled his eyes and looked around for anything he could do. He was so bored. And thirsty. And tired. He was used to being insanely hyperactive, and this ceaseless sitting was slowly beginning to get to him. He sighed again.
"My name is Ja'far." A quiet voice said from below, as the small body began to loosen up. Sin blinked in surprise – was this a trick? Best be on guard.
"Hello, Ja'far. It's nice to finally hear from you." He quipped – grinning cockily down on the smaller wolf. The pup huffed and shifted his weight.
"Listen, I hate to say it, but I'm curious. So I'll lay off for a bit if you'll let me up okay? Truce?" Ja'far asked softly. Sin glared down on the younger wolf – there was no way this was legitimate. But as he looked down into those silvery pain filled eyes – he couldn't help but want to help this pup.
"Fine. I'm going to get off of you now, don't try anything, got it?" He growled, waiting for Ja'far to nod before he slowly got up from the ground. When the pup didn't immediately lunge, he stretched out his back. "Now, pup, what's your deal? Why are you trying to kill me?"
"I am the assassin of the Al Thamen pack. I have been hired to destroy the violet wolf. I know nothing else. Only that the one of purple fur must die. That's you – right?" Ja'far answered calmly, standing to stare Sinbad in his amber eyes.
"Well, I guess I am the only one around with purple fur… I've never met another. But who would want me dead? I don't think I've ever pissed anyone off that much – other than Drakon, and let's face it he'd just eat me, not hire an assassin." Sin mused, looking down on the snowy pup. "How does someone so young come about being an assassin? And what exactly is Al Thamen? I know their known to be ruthless – but mercenaries? What else are they into?"
"I am the greatest assassin the pack has ever seen – I've been trained to kill since the day I was weaned." The other snarled. "As for the purpose and workings of the pack – I know only what I am told. Who to kill and when to do it. nothing more – nothing less… they don't like it very much when you give them less. Which is why after this conversation, you'll have to die." Well, if nothing else the pup was blunt. Sin had no idea what to do. Firstly he had to figure out how not to die. Secondly he needed to learn more about this pack, and what exactly it was that they did. He'd learned that anyone who trained killers was generally out for more than just a happy life – they were out for blood; apparently his. They'd have to try a little harder in order to get that. But how? The kid was wicked fast, and strong – and definitely a much better fighter. Trained from weaning age? Who does that to an innocent pup? And what happened to his family? Sin shook his head and stared down at the dangerous whelp.
"Why work for them? Clearly they don't trust you – and judging by what you said about their reaction to failure I'd say they're none too kind to you – so why stay?" That seemed to stop the pup short. He sat and thought about it for a while, his head cocked in that same way as earlier – with the adorably puzzled expression. Wait – when did he start thinking the pup was adorable?
"It's the only life I've ever known." The pup said slowly. He looked up into the eyes of his intended victim with so much pain and loss in his eyes that Sin couldn't help but scoot closer to him to try and comfort him.
Or he would've if a massive green dragon hadn't chosen that moment to come bursting into the clearing shooting flames in every direction.
"SINBAD!" It roared.
AHH Dragon! Haha anyway, hope you're liking the fic so far, reviews if you please! Toodles folks!
