I went through the motions almost like I was on auto-pilot. I did them without thinking, one leg, then another, another and another, my sides, back, chest and head until every bit of white was hidden beneath that dusty earth and mud. Until I wasn’t white and silver and red anymore. Until I wasn’t me. For a moment it almost felt better. Hiding beneath a pelt of dusty brown didn’t make the pain in my guy any less real though. Hyrule or Majora- it didn’t matter. They both felt it equally it would seem. This would be my first true test I suppose, a real one at that. I had to stop feeling what Hyrule felt and saw- I had to start being someone else and it was going to be so much harder then I thought. The others, the older ones, they talk about death likes its simple and easy and quick and just a part of the day. What I saw was nothing like that. It wasn’t simple or quick- that much I know at least. Maybe that was a difference between assassins and just plain out killers. Micteca always taught me to make it quick, that suffering proved nothing, that we should never let a victim linger and I understood why. The day I ever left someone to linger would be the day I knew I’d damn well died inside. I pushed the thoughts from my mind, or tried to, shaking my head in an effort to clear them though Voltaire’s ragged breaths never ceased to echo in time with my own. My chest ached and it had nothing to do with the climb up the mountain, my form painted brown, my scent hidden, that of Diveen washed away. Hyrule belonged to Diveen- not Majora. I needed to be someone else, at least for now. I just needed to keep it together to do what needed to be done. I could only hope that this new Alpha would be amenable to it- even just to listen.

I tossed back my head, calling for him, my earthen form lingering upon the border line as I waited, making sure not to cross my paws as I often did- a habit I had picked up and one far too identifiable as Hyrule. I had heard of this leader of Spirane and yet that was all, I simply knew for what needed to be done I couldn’t do it alone, I was going to need some assistance, support really- after all I hardly needed him to do more then listen to what I had to say. I simply had to…compose myself. Maybe being an assassin was far harder then anyone had ever made it seem. They tell you about the glory- they don’t tell you about the guilt- of the ones you don’t save. They don’t tell you that eventually you’ll hate someone so much that it almost hurts to even think of them, that you’d give anything just to be able to sink your fangs into them. Maybe this is why they teach us so much about control. I was going to need it, I think. How many more did we need to lose to Zeus before someone stood up? Maybe I’m not the one Zeus was expecting, but maybe that makes it all the more intriguing. He was cunning to be sure, but I could be too.

Watch me.
The vaguest touch of a smirk lifted upon my lip, something far to like the Kings of Old to truly be amusing. Maybe it was fortunate I couldn’t see it, this first step into something I was perhaps always destined to become. I just needed a little push and I’d gotten that today. I remained standing, waiting, looking and smelling entirely like a loner and yet for now I needed that. I really wish I’d picked a colour other then brown though, dirt does not become me all that much……next time I’d think about it a bit more.




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in disguise, cannot be identified