Okay, enjoy, read, flame if you are an undying follower of sorenxotulissa (Movie) or sorenxpelli, or an other sorenx couple.
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Eyja perched with Otulissa. She was trying to teach the Spotted how to speak krakish. To sat the least, and much to Eyja's suprise, she was progressing very well. She had already learned how to greet another, how to have a basic conversation, and how to say how she was, and a few words.
"Okay, now answer my question: How are you?"
"Good."
"Pefect! How's the winds?"
"Great for flying. For you atleast. That is to say, life-endagering."
"Perfect as well! Your coming along well!"
"Thanks. It wouldn't have been possible without a teacher such as you"
"Oh, you give me too much credit."
"No, you deserve it."
"I think that's enough for tonight." Eyja declared. It was beginning to show sighns of first light, and they were both hungry from their in-flight session. It had been around three days since her mission. She had not done much, except mope due to the trauma. She still hadn't told anyone, except Soren maybe, the full details of it. How defiled she had felt. How dirty. How...satisfied she had felt when she had gotten to slit his throat with her stiletto.
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Breaklight was short and sweet. The chaws had done much work, and most, excluding Eyja, who had three chaws, so was allowed a break in between each day. They went to their respective hollows, but just before sleep, a messenger came. For Eyja. Please, Glaux, no. She thought as she recieved the message. The Parliment wanted her.
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She reluctantly entered their hollow.
"Eyja," Said Boron. He had a melancholy expression on his face. He knew that they had probably scarred the young owl. Barran swooped down, to preen Eyja, as to make their "Dicsussion" easier. That, and an apology for the last mission.
"My liege." She said, with forced indifference. Boron cringed. He told her about his "No formalities" rule. He wanted this as smooth as possible.
"Eyja, I know this is the very last thing you want to hear, but we need your "Services" once again.
"This had better not be anoth-"
"No it's not another slipgizzle. This should be much easier for your moral comapass. It's a Pure One high rank. Her name is Toby. You know what to do."
Eyja sighed. This was the last thing she wanted to do. But maybe, just maybe, she would enjoy it. She took her usual preparations, as well as a new toy.
"I call it a garrote." Bubo said, pushing his newest creation into Eyja's talons.
"What am I supposed to do?" She said, not knowing what to do. It was essentially a wire with two wooden pegs at each end.
He motioned for an assistant to come over. He took the garrote, and in a motion, wrapped it gently around the owl's neck.
"Then you squeeze until it suffocates." Bubo declared, letting the frightened thing go.
"Sadistic."
"But effective."
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Eyja flew towards her destination, garrote in talons. Then she found the unfortunate barn owl. She swooped into the tree, and with her honed skills, placed the wire around it's neck. It gagged, but was totally in vain. It was going to die.
"Sleep now." Eyja cooed, secretly enjoying her torture. She decided to have a little fun. She let off pressure, making the owl gasp for breath. Then, mid breath, Eyja pulled it tighter. It choked. Eyja's emotions were mixed. Sorrow on how she had to do another dreadful mission, yet exitement for the kill. She knew why she felt this way. She was sadistic in comabt. Eyja was a Passionate Assasin. She was two owls in one. Her caring side, and her cold side. Her motherly side was more powerful. She needed to train her cold side.
"My name...is Eyja. I am an assasin. You are my prey. I take your life, because someone wants you dead. Tell my father I said hello." She cooed coldly. Then she grew weary of her little game, and her plaything. She pulled back, slitting the owl's throat. She lofted into the air, and left for the tree. She was a new, hardened owl. At least, on one side.
O(Three days later)
Nyra and her mate, Kludd, stood upon their "throne."
"High Tyto! I am terribly sorry to disturb you, but I have urgent news!"
"What is it?"
"An officer has been killed! As well as one of our bought off slipgizzles!"
"What? How can this be? How many where there? Where?"
"Well...that's the part we don't know..."
"What do you mean?"
"The slipgizzle was found with his throat slit, after apparently leaving with a female owl. Toby was found with the same, but was found where she slept!"
"No traces?"
"No, sir."
"An assasin!" Screeched Nyra, who was twice her size.
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Eyja's weeks had gone by much more smoothly. She was going back to old habits, flying with her friends, teaching Otulissa. She had also performed two other assasinations. But nothing new. What am I thinking? Just a few weeks ago, I would've been in my hollow, crying my eyes out. But the side of me I now know I have always carried, it protects me. Then a big mission came up. This time, however, it would not be a stealth. Quite the opposite realy. There have been a rise in slipgizzle traitors, and the guardians need to scare them back into line. To do that, they would need a public assasination.
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Owls looked on in shock. A mysterious owl had just murdered another owl! Out of thin air! After the initial shock, and the assasin pulling it's blade out of it's unsuspecting victim, it looked upon the shocked crowd, then, it screeched a bloodcurdling warning.
"ALL SLIPGIZZLES! THE GUARDIANS WILL NOT TOLERATE TRAITORS! WE SHALL NOT HESITATE TO TERMINATE YOU, IF YOU SO HAPPEN TO SELL YOURSELVES TO THE PURE ONES! WE KNOW WHO YOU ARE!"
Word spread about an owl being killed, and it's murderer's warning. Then, slipgizzles that had been suspicious of treason had come clean, and given up their profession. Ones that hadn't been susected also came out. All in all, a very sucsessful mission.
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Most was well. Her mission had taken a week, mostly to wait for the most owls, and the rest to get back to the tree. She knew now that she would be assighned much more dangerous missions. FOr this, the council had ordered her to train with a guardian named Shard.
"Eyja, we want you to train with Shard. He's a good fighter, and we're getting worried."
"Why? I've bee doing my missions flawlessly."
"Yes, but now that the Pure Ones know that there is an assasin on the prowl, they will be precatious."
She spotted the older Barn owl. He was handsome, yes, and strong. And brave. And gentle. Really everything a female owl wanted in a male. She was a bit flustered in talking with him, but soon got over it. Helped, of course, by him beating her in several spars.
"Eyja, you must understand, it's not about winning the fight. You must want to survive more than the othe person. It's not about you dying for your people, it's about making him die for his." Shard churred, watching her lovely plumage rise and fall with each of her drawn breaths.
"Yes, but I'm less expierienced than you! And the most I have to do is sneak up on my target, not face them dead on!"
"Sure, but what do you do when they know you're there? I'm teaching you how to deal with one owl at a time. Here, let me show you something." He ordered, flying upwards. She followed suit. When they were at a sufficient height, he clutched her talons, and looped them towards the ground.
Eyja, being a bit shocked by his firm touch, was dragged along for the ride. Going yeep from the shock of being pulled to ground, her wings folded in. They began to spin, adding more speed to their descent.
Shard had his eyes firmly planted on the ground. He hoped Eyja was ready. He looked down, and she stared back into his. He could tell she had absolutely no idea of what he was going to do. He felt glaux-awful. He leveled them out, and began to slow down. When Eyja had regained her composure, she let go of his talons, and perched on a branch. He landed next to her.
"Eyja, I'm sorry about that. I didn-"
"No, that was amazing! How did you do that?" She asked, cutting him off. Her obsidian eyes were wide open in shock, wonder, and curiosity.
"Oh, well it's really nothing. I just lure them up to a pretty high altitude, then grab them, and slam them into the ground. Most don't survive, and it's a pretty good intimidating factor, seeing your ally plummet with another, then a billow of dust after it's crashed."
"Yeah, you absolutely must teach me!"
"Tomorrow night, you look pretty bad. And I've been training all day. I think Soren could help you. Oh there he is! Hey, Soren!" He called out, noticing the younger owl perched a long distance away, and Ezylryb flying off. Probably thanking Soren, once again, for saving him from the Devil's Traingle.
O (five minutes ago)
Soren was watching Eyja and Shard train. It slightly hurt him, seeing Eyja flustered like she was.
"Hello, Soren." Said an ancient voice.
"Oh! Hello 'cap."
"Watching a training session eh? Oh, I see."
"What?"
"You like her, don't you?"
"Eyja?"
"No, Shard. Of course Eyja! Last I checked, Shard was male. Unless he was in a very bad accident, I think that he still is." Retorted the ancient Screech. He may have been a bit rude, but he and Soren knew each other well enough.
"Well, yeah I do, but doesn't everyone who knows her?"
"No, Soren, I mean you love her."
"No! We're freinds, that's all." He said disdainfully. He was fine with being freinds. Mostly.
"Soren, a girl like that moves fast. If you don't ask her soon, she'll pass you by. Or worse." He said, flying off. Soren knew exactly what he had meant. Most of the tree knew of the assasin, but very few who it was. The band was one of those few.
"Hey, Soren!" Shard called out. Soren flnched minutely. He didn't expect them to see him. But he should know better. He would definitely be spotted by a skilled warrior. And an assasin.
"Yes, Shard?"
"Come over here and spar with Eyja! She still has another round in her! I'm done for tonight! Good luck! Oh, and remember: Always fight on your own tems!"
Soren flew akwardly over. He perched next to Eyja, who was ready for action. He could feel her exitement as he drew close.
"Hello, Soren!" Eyja greeted him happily.
"Hey Eyja. So, what's first?" He said, only to be answered by having two sticks shoved into him. He took them, and lofted into the air after Eyja, who had jabbed him in the first place. Soren took the first strike, and Eyja swiftly parried. They traded blows. Eyja swiftly dodged, and Soren charged, cathing a blow not to, but with the back of his head. He barreled foward, throwing caution to the wind. He managed to catch Eyja in a lock, and was overpowering her. He had a look in his eyes, saying: I'm going to win.
Eyja caught his look. Yeah, right. She cocked her head to the left, tilted her head downwards, and winked at Soren. His eyes opened in embarassment, and was distracted. Gotcha, Eyja thought. She feinted to the right, and wheeled smoothly around him, placing one of her sticks on his neck. She won with a simple look. If looks could kill, I'd be a deadman, though Soren.
"Rule number one: Ignore the eyes. They trick. So, ready for round two, my dear, sweet Soren?" She teased, letting her title for him slip out. Soren noticed though, and if owls could blush, his face would be crimson.
"No thanks, I'm tired after colliering." He said, swiftly excusing himself. He was certain he loved her now. But did she see him that way, or as a freind? He prayed dearly for the former.
