= I Dropped My Halo =

�Ash. Your were born equal to your siblings and born above every other wolf in this land through your breeding alone. You are inferior to no one, though if you keep living in this�.residence they may begin to believe it, I think�.wait.�

What was that? My tattered left ear swivelled in place, head jerked near instantly around as the violet of my gaze sought what Ash had also seemingly noticed in these moments, his scent obscured some by the rain and yet there still as I pivoted neatly atop my paws and the snow of lips lifted to reveal the rows of fangs beneath. Old I may be, but even the oldest blade can still cut. I ready snarl lashed like the crack of a whip from within my throat, tall frame moving to shield Ash though I hardly know why, parental instinct I suppose. It would seem that no matter how old they damn well get some part of me still sees my child, my son and I�ll be damned if I lose any more of those, the boy himself seeming to hold a similar idea, bristling up as he stepped forward and a darkened wolf seemed to leap from the sideline to collide with the cat that attempted this assault upon myself and my blood. The question upon Ashido�s lips was answered readily as I moved to throw a shoulder against him, seeking to push him to the side once more.

�We move and we keep moving.�

The words were a low rumble, surely heard by him alone. To stay where we were would only give the cat a target and a point to fixate on, three moving wolves are a difficult target and it is this alone that I aim for. I hardly know who the idiot attacking the cat was and yet her willingness to sacrifice herself for the Angel King and his son is rather remarkable. Maybe I�ll toss her bone if she lives. For now though her persistence in my ally as I moved to press against Ashido once more, hopefully having guided him from our original position as another savage snarl hissed form between my lips, heckles lifting like white knives as I bristled beside him, our combined for a rather imposing one if I do say so myself and yet I hardly have time to dwell on it. I have not lived nineteen years without seeing this before. I have faced a cat once and I can do it again. Let him be pulled into the folly of believing age is a weakness, for surely it is, yet with age comes experience and of this I am more then aware.

�Tergum reliquit artus, nate, quod et infirmum, aut in illam partem, et bysso, et recesserunt impetum statim, si quid opportunist feles est ut vos adepto prope erit vos in unguem, ut movens, et vade.�
(The back left limb, son, it is weak, attack it or that side, I will be fine, attack and pull back immediately, a cat is an opportunist if you get close it will claw you, keep moving, go now.)

He may not be one of my assassins, yet I am entirely sure he is capable of this, he is swift, he always was and as such I seek to use that to my advantage before moving to lunge away from him, landing upon the opposite side to the female, heckles raised once more and jaws parted to reveal whitened fangs as the first taints of saliva fall against the earth and the violet of my gaze is given to narrow. My second lunge comes in a rush and yet it is entirely false, no more then a lunge, teeth snapping at air before I twisted aside once more, lunging falsely again for the back right limb now, keeping from the range of animal, seeking only to irritate, to distract and frustrate it further into focusing upon myself, allowing Ashido and Ugly Black Girl to re-position themselves and attack. My charges however, will surely not continue to work, I am the least of the creatures concerns and once my ploy is discovered it will turn for healthy flesh once more, so let us hope Ash and Girl are swift, my assault upon the right side and left limb complete, my form continuing to move consistently, I will not foolishly stand and allow it the liberty of time or thought to select a target.

Another chorus of or snarls feel from my lips before I allowed the sound to increase to a barking cacophony of sound from myself, releasing an orchestra of howling barks and snarls as I moved to circle around the beast. It may be a cat, yet it is a predator still and indeed I know well what a predator most fears. Sound. A squealing target, screaming prey�.it never bodes well and as such I am content to make as much damn noise as possible, if only to make the creature fear that more are coming, if only to grate against it�s nerves and agitate it further while moving into a lope, making it entirely unaware of when my next lunge will come and if indeed it will be faked or not. Nineteen years I have lived, nineteen years I have killed, maimed, outlasted, outsmarted and outplayed my enemies. I am hardly going to be defeated by a limping cat. I shall surely pay for this tomorrow, older muscle and bone sure to protest and yet my limbs are as my assassins, when I command, they will obey and muscle memory is a marvellous thing. Let us hope my Son and the other can work into my ploy, we hardly have to kill it, though I will if I can, we need only drive it off, make ourselves an effort to great to take down. I always was rather trying- or so I�m told.

the living legend
The Assassin King

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