Hey, everybody! Darou here! Hopefully you're still reading this story, and if you are, then you all get big Assassin hugs. :) I've been working a bit more on this story lately, and now we're getting some cameo requests. You probably don't know what I mean by that. If you'd like a cameo in this story, let me know! I'll either make an Assassin version of your fursona, or a furry version of your Assassin's Creed OC. Let me know if you want a cameo in the review. I need a description of the appearance, a bio, and an optional preference of where you want your character in the story. I won't be able to take any newer requests until I get to chapter 27(I already have it all written out), but you can just let me know ahead of time. Enjoy!
I do not own Assassin's Creed(although they could probably use some help). The only things I own in this story are my OC's and the story. I do not own any of the cameo characters. They belong to their rightful owners. I do not own Pufftail, she belongs to my friend Jontaea. Rosco was designed by and belongs to me.
Cameo's in this story:
Furor-Furor Fox
Chapter 8
I watched as the line of passengers and crew members boarded the ship. Some Master Assassins were joining us for the trip to Rome for our initiation, probably in case something went wrong. I had been told about the Tyrrhenian Sea being infested by pirates and Templar ships. Or perhaps they thought us children who needed babysitters?
Good call on their part.
I made my way past the crowd towards the ship. The captain came to greet us, and I was surprised to see that he was a fox. And not just any fox, but a green one. The fur on his back and ears that was usually red was the color of a spring leaf.
"My name is Furor," he announced. "Welcome aboard my ship. Now, before we do anything, I have some rules I should lay down."
Immediately, all of the passengers groaned.
"Stop that! I don't care what you have to say, as long as you do what I tell you! There will be no screaming, barking, howling, belching, singing, or cock-a-doodle-doo's without my consent! You will not go overboard, harass the crew members, yell out false alarms, climb the masts, or make obscene gestures to other ships at any time. Do you understand?"
The others around me murmured their agreement as the crewmembers went to work pulling up the anchor and opening the sails. Soon we were off on our way, steering around other coming and going ships as we left.
I leaned over the edge, watching as the docks as well as Spain slowly shrunk until it was endless blue sky and waters for as long as I could see. It was a beautiful setting, with the warm wind and an occasional splash of salty water in my face.
Some other ships passed by, every now and then their passengers waving and calling out to us. Everyone aboard our ship went to return the gesture, although the captain was quick to shut them up.
"Jeez, that guy is so overbearing," said a beagle as she walked up next to me. "I thought everyone yelled and sang shanties on ships."
I laughed. "Sometimes, yeah. Still, these waters are infested with Templars and such. Loud sounds like that would probably draw their attention to us."
"Yeah, I guess you're right. I still want to punch someone, though."
She was probably trying to be funny, although I scooted over to the side a little, just as a precaution.
After some time she turned to me. "The name's Grace, by the way."
I smiled. "Pufftail."
"Huh. I think I've heard that name before." She paused. "Are you related to Tayler? Tayler Shay?"
"No, I don't know who that is."
"Hm. Oh, well. I guess I was thinking of someone else."
I shrugged. I wasn't too good at small talk. "So...which Den are you from?"
"Northern France. You?"
"Eastern Spain."
Grace chuckled.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. I heard a rumor that the Assassin Dens in Spain are hiring cats in their staff. They're probably just walking into a trap set by the Templars."
I gasped. "What do you mean?!"
She gave me a look. "You do know why there are no cats in the Brotherhood, right?"
"Yeah. I heard the story about Raymond Lormac."
Suddenly all of the chatter on the deck stopped. I turned, confused, to see everyone staring at us with their jaws agape.
"...What?" I snapped.
Just then Captain Furor stormed up to me. "How dare you say that name?!" He hissed.
Oh, crud.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean"-
"Don't you EVER say that name on this ship again!" He turned to the crew members who still watched us. "Get back to work, dogs!"
Grace sighed as I looked away. "Look, I didn't mean to offend you or anything."
I smiled. "It's fine."
"I was just saying that"-
She stopped mid sentence.
"You were saying what?"
Not looking at me, she roughly grabbed my muzzle and turned my head in the direction she was staring.
"...What is that?" I asked.
"Captain!" One of the crew members yelled.
"I thought I told you not to raise your voice unless it was an emergency!" Furor bellowed.
"But it is!" He pointed out towards the sea. "Look!"
Grumbling angrily to himself, the captain walked to the edge of the ship, shoving us to the side, and looked through his telescope.
His tail drooped.
"Bloody hell," he whispered. Furor whipped around and cried at the top of his lungs, "PIRATES!"
Uh-oh. Let's hope this next chapter ends well! I hope you guys enjoyed reading this story. Thank you to all my readers, reviewers, followers, and people who favorited me and my stories! Thanks for the encouragement! Also, if you're into Doctor Who, you sould check out my newer story, 'Blood of a Time Lord.' It's not a furry story, although I'm sure you'll like it! Don't forget to leave me a review and tell me what you think! Questions, comments, suggestions, pie recipes, anything!
-Darou
