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| Artist | Benathorn [gallery] |
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| Drawing sessions | 11 |
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Haytham
(Arabic: Son of Eagles)
Owner: DracosCanine
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes
Type: Assassin Rune"The Story of the Silent Rune""There are many profession in the land of Eldemore. From farmers to engineers, every human and dragon has their own purpose, but there are some with dark purposes who eliminate others in the name of the creed. These are assassins, individuals who take on contracts to rid the world of others with a price on their heads. These people are skilled in the art of death and so are their Runes. There are special types of Runes who are trained from birth to help their assassin Rune Bearers, and are even fitted with a special blade upon their tail. These Rune Dragons are silent fliers and even more deadly from the shadows. They relay messages back to their bearers of their targets position and sometimes are even used to eliminate targets alongside their assassin brother. Deadly and quite, they are a very skilled and serious breed with keen eyes for detecting weaknesses. The Assassin Rune is only bred and given to those of the Brotherhood and are never to be given to the public. Assassins pride themselves on their purebred Runes and have taken hundreds of years at perfecting the dragon to be a skilled killer while also assisting their bearers to the death. They do not fear death, and like their masters, will die beside them if the end is near. They do not falter in a fight and will use their agility and precision to overwhelm those twice their size. These dragons are not to be trifled with and only given to one with a skilled hand and of Assassin blood. They are highly intelligent and very dangerous when need be, but they are the perfect weapon and guide to any newbie assassin."


High above the city, the wind blowing though my feathers, the shoreline being barraged by waves ever few seconds, a typical day for a rune like me. But actually being able to listen to the waves crash relentlessly against the sides of the walls, that was a rare occurrence. You see, I’m always on the move, being an assassin; you don’t linger in one place to long. But I don’t travel alone; in fact I follow him really. Verto, my partner in crime as the guards would call us. It’s a long story explaining how Verto and me came to be partners, perhaps you would like to hear it yes? It would pass the time before Verto and my next job.
I was a new blade when the banning of all Rune magic happened. Lucky for me, I was overlooked, an assassin, a blade for the shadows. I really felt for the runes I had to watch get severed from their bonded partners while on the job, it happened quite often, too often. Seeing all this, I practically vowed never to form a bond with any human. Without the burden of a partner, I was able to complete my jobs with ease. I specialize in gathering information mainly, keeping to the shadows and listening in on conversations. I’m one heck of a pickpocket as well, stealing papers, notes; you name it from any one person.
I received a letter from a messenger for the brotherhood. It asked me to report to headquarters, or more so a bridge in the middle of town where small-scale meetings usually happened. Out in the open yes, but so obvious, everyone seemed to just, overlook the dashing brown rune in plain sight. Anyway, I do as I’m told, I traveled from the center square, to the outer bridge. It was small, the stones worn away, small towers on either end. I guess it was a recreation of some castles bridge, I don’t know. It was pretty close to, having a guard tower and all that. The bride itself had no guards, something about budget cuts and it being a piece of junk. I don’t know really, it was the humans problem not mine. Flying to the top of the tower, a small rune stood there with a small scroll.
Sliding the parchment open, I flicked my blade in annoyance. I couldn’t say no, but, as ordered in the note I was to have a partner. I’m guessing you want to know what was on the note right? Well, it read something like this'It has come to our attention that you have grown in skill enough to be working alone, but for both yours and our benefit we are assigning you a human partner. He will be with you on your next job.
Your, and your partner’s job is to collect a set of documents from a member of the city guard confirming the whereabouts of few of the resistance. Its essential you succeed, for theirs and our lives.'
O how nice they had been not to give me any clues as to his name, characteristics, nothing. I was left in the dark, not the dark is bad. I was frustrated, so, maybe he was somewhere near by. Maybe this was a challenge by the brotherhood. Find your partner amongst THOUSANDS of people. He probably could see me clear as day, but if he was a member of the brotherhood, chances of me actually seeing him were slim. Letting out a puff of flame to burn the paper I watched as it flashed into flames and turned to ash. I went on my way to the job location after that.
I really took no heed to the crowed, slipping past unnoticed by everyone. Though, I felt I was being followed, so, I hid, in a haystack for that matter. Waiting for some time, I saw no person or person’s visibly looking at me, or for me. So I continued on my way. I just couldn’t shake the feeling of prying eyes though. Looking over my shoulder I noticed someone slip into a crowd, just large enough he was out of my sight. This made me curious; maybe this was whom the brotherhood had spoken of. Amazingly, for standing out so much, I lost track of the man. All I really remembered at the time was the black hat he wore. I kept an eye out for him, curious really why he hadn’t confronted me yet on the context of the job.
I arrived on the scene no trouble at all, able to scale along the walls to get in the proper position to snag the paperwork from the guards packs. What I wasn’t expecting was the other guards. As soon as I had my claws on the papers, I was slammed to the ground. A Pitchfork was pulled off a wall nearby and slammed down around my weights. At least it really did look like a pitchfork, it only had two prongs though, the other looked bent or broken off. Anyway, there I was, pinned to the ground, hissing, squealing; I knew it was the end.
Next thing I know, I hear a blade sliding out of metal, and one of the guards falling to the ground dead it seemed. Behind him stood that man, you know, Verto, but at that time I didn’t know his name. He was smiling, flicking his wrist and the blade returning to its hidden position. The guard charged him, only to slam into the wall where Verto had been. Having used the wall as a springing point, Verto quickly spun around and landed a shot to the back of the guards head with his fist, and down the man went. I could see daggers and blades on his side, why wasn’t he using them? I didn’t know really, but he seemed to be enjoying himself. The other guards there, two I think, I can’t quite remember, I was more focused on getting free, understandable right?
Well they ran at him blades drawn, Verto, grabbed a crate and forced them to stab their blade into it, using it much like a shield. Eventually he tripped one, and made a quick kill before turning around and landing a blow between the other guard’s legs. Like most men, he went down squealing, I was glad to hear I wasn’t the only one that could hit that note. Verto, bent down and pulled the paperwork from the guards bags before reaching over and pulling the fork off me. I was glad to be up on my feet, but resentful that I had to have help. I don’t know if I was angered more by his comment, or the fact that he was right.
“So, there was a reason you were assigned a partner, this wasn’t a job for a rune to do alone.” I grunted a reply, a little but resentful that this entire time my ‘partner’ had been following me, and I failed to notice him. He was good, for his age, but I was tired, and, didn’t feel like trying to ask questions of him. He winked knowing how I felt and said, “My name is Verto, and your face is bleeding.” He chuckled lightly as I reached with my claws and lightly touched the small gash on my face. I was surprised really that I was injured, it was probably caused in the initial pinning down with the pitchfork. I sifted though my small bags and pulled out a small medical ointment to place on the wound. As much as I hated it, eventually I had to let Verto help me with patching the wound. Both him and I had to be on the move before anyone happened to notice to dead guards, and two incapacitated guards.
After sending the papers to my boss, I decided to stay with Verto. Its not often you find someone just as good as you at the same job right? But it wasn’t like I had a choice, once the brotherhood decides you need a partner; he’s your partner till they say otherwise. Like me, he focused more on gathering information then shedding blood, that’s also why he didn’t use his blades unless needed it seemed. But enough for now, I should be on the move, and so should you, we have both dallied to long.





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