Burning Frustration

Amy Sunders · 02-09-2012, 05:05 PM

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Her blood boiled with frustration. She was getting heavy, and movement was more difficult. She was having trouble fighting. That wasn't to say she still couldn't take off someone's head if she wanted to. The average canine wouldn't stand a chance if she decided she wanted them dead. Unfortunately, those that were fighters were bound to start giving her more trouble in this situation. Amy had enemies, lots of them, and they wanted her dead. Normally they wouldn't even register on her radar, strong enough to deal with them without much effort. Being pregnant had put her in a horrible position of vulnerability though. While it could be viewed as a state of protection, few willing to hurt someone that was pregnant, Amy knew she still needed to improve. The male she had sworn revenge upon wouldn't hesitate with this, and she would be able to return all the pain she'd received doubled when they met again.

She swung around to where a pack was holding self defense classes. She forced her way in, despite the protests that she should take it easy due to her 'wide girth'. She found a position in the class, and began working through the routines. She moved fast, working on the skill. Amy pushed herself, finding the limits to her movement, and working on ways around them. Soon a pack member was working with her independently, seeing how much she knew, and helping her improve her fighting. Amy could kill silently without notice, but fighting multiple opponents or facing a highly skilled warrior was something she lacked training in. She could poison, disable, torture, and shoot a moving object accurately at a far distance, but fighting with someone trained was more difficult. Luckily Amy was a quick study, and she hadn't been sitting around doing nothing since discovering her flaw, already working to cover the grounds, now at a level with her sword that matched most upper class swordsmen, though still not amongst the best like she needed to be.

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Shadowfang · 02-09-2012, 07:14 PM

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Shadow was walking through the area and he hadn't planed or made any attempt to hangout or bother with any other individual wither they came to him or he passed by. Shadow was on a mission and like his other missions he got them done and there was nothing that would stop him. Shadow passed by a few groups and actually stopped and looked at a vender who was selling knives and daggers and even swords and he smiled but ended up not buying anything due to not having anything to trade other than himself.

Shadow made his way near the end of the area near the trees and then he saw a group of wolves sparring and training in hand to hand and other fighting techniques and he smiled at the sight as he brought back hard, but good memories of when his father was alive and he ended up walking to a tree and leaning against it as he studied the moves and the skill of the ones training and fighting and his eyes ended up stopping on a pregnant female wolf and he saw a stance and a skill in the muscles and the actions that made him lock on and he knew right off what she was...she was like him and he like her and even pregnant she was perfecting her craft and fine tuning her skills just as he would in her position. His eyes watched her bend and kick and punch and fake and he analyzed her like he would an enemy before making the kill or going in for the attack and as he leaned against that tree he felt a part of him want to take her on, like an old itch that couldn't be ignored or a rival that needed to be put in it's place but his mind and body knew better. she was pregnant and he would not follow his baser instincts.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-09-2012, 07:36 PM

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It was inevitable that they'd notice each other. The deadly air their kind held around themselves was impossible to miss. Amy was working through her paces, testing the person teaching her, correcting each movement. The feel of a gaze upon her held her attention though. Not giving any visible signal she was aware Amy studied it. The gaze of someone who considered her an opponent, but didn't step forward. It could very well be someone sent to kill her, the reason why she was training so hard right now. Twisting her head she met the eyes of a black wolf. He was dark, mismatched eyes staring at her without any indication of why. Only the burn of his gaze gave her any hint of what he was thinking.

The teacher decided to take this opportunity to teach her to never look away from her opponent. He struck forward with his blade, but Amy had already caught the movement. As swiftly as she could Amy turned to the side, stepping out of the way as her hand came up, using the momentum to push him to the ground. She was lucky that the warrior had been going easy on her due to her pregnancy, as it set her slightly off balance, not used to maneuvering with extra weight on the front. It only lasted a second though before she was balanced again. Worried about the weakness she'd revealed she glanced back to the assassin that was watching her. Carefully she made her way over. Hello. She didn't need to ask what she was wondering, why he was watching her. She already knew.

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Shadowfang · 02-09-2012, 07:56 PM

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Shadow watched with great detail the very fluid movement of the female and as she looked at him he knew by that look in her eyes and by the fire within it that he had also been found out as quickly as he had identified her and she now knew as much or perhaps more about him than he did her. They were fighting long before she said or did anything to him and even before they had looked into each others eyes, they were having a mental sparring match and as shadow watched her dodge the sword that was mere inches away from her he took note of the weakness but had no intention of using it unless she planed on attacking him first, if that was the case he would end her quickly regardless of being surrounded by many others.

Shadow watched her end the match and make her way over and he remained on the tree with arms crossed giving her no visual aids as to what he was feeling, Silence was an assassins strength and silence in movement was just as important not moving and not showing anything at all was almost as powerful as speaking the right words. To see an attack coming was much harder if you didn't know when or where it was coming from. He nodded lightly and spoke just as calmly and clearly with a nice slightly deep voice that had a strength behind it. " Lets get the obvious out of the way. We know what we are and the air of death welcomes those like us. Now to answer your gaze...No i am not here to kill you if i had i would have attacked while you were training. And no i don't know who you are." Shadow's ears, fur and tail remained unmoved as he looked over the female thinking about wither or not she was going to attack him, but even though he was unmoving his muscles and reflexes were ready just in case this meeting turned interesting.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-09-2012, 08:18 PM

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The black wolf remained perfectly still, his face a blank veil. Amy knew that he was strong simply by glancing at his body. He was large, monstrously so, with his body almost bulging with strength. There was more to it than that though. The way he held himself, prepared to move in an instant, told her he wasn't just a master of brute strength. He held speed as well, and a mind that calculated the battles laid before him. A slight nod met her greeting, acknowledging her publicly. All this talk, these polite actions, were for those around them, holding the pretense that they had just noticed each other, instead of the instant that they came near each other.

Her lips curled in slight distaste as he spoke so openly. Amy looked around, making sure that no one was listening. Her eyes met his again, a sharp warning to watch his words. You mistake me with someone else. I haven't killed. Talking about death aloud like this jeopardized the work of those who moved in secret. He should have been much more careful. Being told that he hadn't been hired to kill her was a relief though. Some assassins did announce themselves before starting their kill, liking the added challenge of dodging someone on the lookout for them. Amy was curious what had brought him here if it wasn't for a kill. Are you shopping? Or simply looking for work?

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Shadowfang · 02-09-2012, 09:27 PM

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Shadow saw the look on her face at his words but he gave a small smirk as he had already made sure no one was looking or in ear shot...he always thought and covered all the basses. He was not one to make mistakes so even in his speech he was calculating and precise. He watched her still as a hunter would but he did let his ears flick and his tail just barely start to move to show that he wasn't going to attack her either. However even these small actions were the product of countless hours of training in order to make the body look and feel like an ally and a friend when it could at any second be the instrument of death.

He listened to everything she said as if trying to find a lie or hidden meaning within them and after she was done he nodded and slowly started to speak again just so only she could hear. ." To tell you the truth i was actually just passing by...looking at weapons and what not...then i happened upon you training with that group and i thought i would rest and watch. Simple as that. "

Shadow looked her over and without giving anything away surmised that the female was cute and that the pup growing in her womb proved that she wasn't completely without a heart but he knew that she would kill as quickly as he if needed so he kept his guard hidden but up and ready.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-09-2012, 09:58 PM

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The speech from the assassin was much more level now, without any overtones that might reveal more than was necessary, spilling both their secrets into the open. Amy needed a good reputation, she needed the connections this festival could give her. If they discovered she was a ruthless killer, no one would want to trade with her. Not that the problem wasn't already spreading. An entire pack had orders to kill her if seen nearby. She'd come bearing gifts as well, doing absolutely nothing dangerous. It was simply their barbaric nature that brought such actions out.

She nodded her head at his words, promptly perking up at the mention that he was looking for weapons. I have some weapons. Very good ones as well. Ordinary weapons, and exotic ones. In other words, she had assassin weapons available, top quality and ready to be used. There were actual exotic weapons in her collection, Amy simply didn't believe that he would be interested in those, his interest aimed more towards those that he was familiar with and used. Always the opportunist Amy searched him, noting him study her over. She was retired from the game, though the air of death never did leave her.

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Shadowfang · 02-09-2012, 10:12 PM

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Shadow listened intently at her every word and when she said that she had some weapons he thought about it for a second and very simply he nodded giving her all the answer she would need to know that he was serious about seeing them. He slowly pushed away from the tree and let his arms hang by his side as he very courteously motioned with one open hand for her to lead the way to wherever the location of her weapons. He wasn't sure he was going to buy but he wanted to see just how serious of an assassin...or Ex-assassin this girl really was.

As he followed he thought about what he had seen and how she moved and he started to predict just how many weapons she had and what kinds.. he thought as far as type of handles and type of blades and which type of throwing knives. He was just going through the motions and as of yet did not trust the girl enough to give a name but he was sure that she wouldn't either because an assassin name was his calling card and it was gold. not something to be tossed around lightly.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-10-2012, 01:34 AM

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A grin spread across Amy's face at his agreement. She stepped ahead, though her body remained alert for any suspicious actions on his part that would put her in danger. Retirement was a dangerous game, after all. Even if one said they were out of the business, the reputation and knowledge they held remained, leaving those that would still track them down, wanting the secrets or fearful of the secrets that would be set loose. It wasn't by luck that Amy was able to survive on her own without the difficulty so many canines met. She was strong enough, and skilled enough to keep herself alive and in contact with various canines, enough to feed her need for power.

She reached her wagon, the desk set in front that hid her pregnancy when she sat. Stepping around she pulled the weapons forward. They were kept near the back for the more timid customers, though those that sought them would be able to see they were available. Her shop was neatly set up, everything finely positioned for optimum sales. This was her calling, not the drawing of blood. That was simply a hobby, a sport to be enjoyed. The trade was what Amy's passion burned for. She dug through the weapons, very choosy about what she would display. Two sets of throwing knives, one short and designed to have poison inserted, intricate symbols scaled along. The other set was plain, the metal designed not to glint, long and sharp.

Swords were brought out as well, of various kinds. No two were alike. Amy skipped the short swords, knowing the difficulty in such a large canine using them, sticking to those that were useful, passing over those that were more design than function. Blades of pure metal laid next to those wrapped in leather, different curves and strokes applied to each one. That wasn't the end of it though. Amy drew out a short bow, sturdy and quick for rapid fire, as long as a bow designed for shooting far distances with the highest of accuracy. A couple pouches of poison were set to the side as well, though that wasn't the key point. A miniature scythe, along with a killing axe was laid out. With the variety set before him Amy leaned back, satisfied.<

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Shadowfang · 02-10-2012, 04:08 PM

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Shadow followed slowly behind her and once they got to the Wagon he watched patiently as she pulled out a large assortment of weapons for all manner if uses and needs and he noticed already that what Amy was pulling out was all things she thought he would be able to wield rather than everything...like he had done in the beginning she was now categorizing him and pulling out what she though was good for him. Oh if only she knew what he could do with all manner of weapons...he specialized in short sword and long because due to his size and short sword was like a dagger to him and was easy to wield.

He looked to the throwing knives and looked to Amy before he reached out and touched one. When he was given the go ahead he reached out and swirled a throwing knife between his large fingers easy something of a habit for him when he was thinking and then he touched one of the knives with hidden poison compartment and as he lightly touched an edge of the blade it popped open and he smiled as he remembered that his father loved weapons that worked hand in hand with poison. Shadow put down the knife and the poison one and he looked to the swords and he let his finger rub gently over the metal and hilts of the swords and as he lightly tapped his claw on a sword he heard it and his hand stopped. This blade is a fine metal....rare...sturdy and sharp. If made correctly the balance should be...

Shadow trailed off as he lifted the sword and as he lifted it he analyzed it at the same time taking mental notes of the balance around the hilt and the weight, reach and possible speed and which he would be able to swing it. He turned away from her and looked over the blade and then he swung it gently and elegantly as he held it straight out aiming perfectly to an enemy that wasn't there. He had a focus all of a sudden and awoken as he looked along the blade. Shadow slowly lowered the blade and turned back to Amy and placed it perfectly and exactly where it had been down to the smallest Centimeter.

Shadow looked to Amy and he noticed the pride and even the happiness in what she was showing him...it wasn't the weapons though that she was proud of it was the job in it's self. She loved to trade and he could see it but he sighed as he started to speak to the Ex-assassin in front of him.

" You have quite a selection of some beautiful weapons here but i have nothing to trade but my skill. I have been traveling for many moons and have only ever needed by fangs and claws. Sorry for making you pull all this out however i can tell you are quite happy with this line of work and i agree with it, It's a honorable choice."

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-11-2012, 12:14 AM

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Amy watched him look over the weapons carefully. They would pass the inspection. There was no question of that in her mind. Amy only accepted top quality for trade. Anything less and Amy would throw them out, or break their bones for wasting her time. One of the plain throwing knives was picked up after Amy nodded her approval. It danced between his fingers lightly, a show in coordination and speed. Not useful, but definitely a way to practice handling the throwing knives without slicing oneself open. The poison knives were touched next, a smile lighting up the dark wolf's face as he ran his hand along it, looking at the compartment.

A sword was the next one. Amy watched as he stopped at one of the best swords. It was made by a master. Amy had only succeeded in getting the weapon by killing not only the one who made it, but the warrior who had wielded the weapon in hopes of revenge. Fine and double edged, it could kill beyond a doubt. Amy would use it herself if she wasn't specialized in short swords, making using such a blade difficult and foolish. Others served her purpose much better, though Amy had made sure to train against fighting the longer swords. Placing it down Amy waited for the negotiations to begin. It didn't matter he had only his skill to trade. Amy would just take that. What did matter to her were his words about honor in her work. She longed to correct him, despite knowing the danger. Instead Amy shook her head. I take services and favors as well as tangible items. Sometimes the intangible was more valuable.

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Shadowfang · 02-12-2012, 12:02 AM

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Shadow picked up on her emotions as he called her art honorable and he smiled lightly as he spoke low so only she would hear. " I know that not all of these weapons were gained in a good way but that by it's self does not stop this from being honorable. Trading is a good job and hobby to get into. I can see just by looking at you that you take great pride in doing this. And i agree with it...if i could i would do much the same thing."

Shadow looked to Amy and nodded as he looked around and he saw a couple short swords sitting to the side of the table and he lightly picked up two and went through the motions slowly but there were not the motions of a person wielding twin swords it was the motions of one wielding two daggers. He spun then once or twice and then he placed them against the table and he casually crossed his arms and because assassins were ones to get things done and make points clear...he came out with it.

" Whats that sword worth?"

As he said it he looked her right in the eye and wondered to himself just what she would have him do in order to earn the blade that felt as though it was made just for him. He could live without it and continue to kill with tooth and claw but a sword would make the deaths even faster if he could get it.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-12-2012, 02:03 AM

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So he wasn't ignorant of the dark side of trade after all. Amy listened as he spoke in a low voice, pitched so only she could catch it. Again he repeated that he found it honorable, despite the weapons not all being gained properly. His words at entering the trade business if possible had Amy nodding along. This time her emotions were indecipherable, even for an assassin. She needed to be able to hide her emotions that completely, having been put against those trained to detect lies in even the slightest breath. She was sure that the assassin would enter trade if possible, but he wouldn't do well without the talent that one needed to be born with.

Watching his movement with the short swords altered Amy's vision of him. So large that short swords replaced daggers in his world was odd indeed. Something she could work with, though it would take some difficulty. She smiled as he got straight to the point. You know the sword is valuable. Canines would kill for it. Amy had. At least three unconditional favors would be the price. That wasn't to say that she wasn't open to bargaining. Just that this price held the optimum worth of the blade.

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Shadowfang · 02-14-2012, 12:23 PM

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Shadow watched her and couldn't read her for a second and he knew she was thinking about something that he would most likely not agree with but it didn't matter. he was here for business and business it what shadow got. As he listened to the "price" of the fine blade he stood there and thought it over for only a second and that was all the time he needed to figure out his next set of questions. Three tasks of some kind for this Ex assassin what would someone like her possibly need someone like him for other than killing? Protection perhaps? guarding her wares? how much time would it take to do the tasks?

All of these questions went through his head in seconds and then he looked to her and nodded.

Done...rather than bargain with you i will accept just that. Three tasks of your choosing will be carried out without question or fuss i do however have one rule if the tasks have anything to do with your past...job. I will not harm or kill pups or elders and i will kill females but i prefer not to. Those are my terms. Have we a deal? If you accept my terms then whatever you ask of me will be done without question." Amy is an ex assassin so protection or killing some member of a pack who is after her seems most likely however given the nature of the situation i can also expect normal chores as a request, something having to do with travel or getting something for her or for someone else. Will just have to see what exactly she wants.

Shadows tail stopped moving and just sat there behind him as his ears perked and faced in her direction waiting for her words. He waited without emotion or movement for her agreement to his terms or for her to take her business else where. he didn't need the sword for his skill at hand to hand was flawless and his weapons of tooth and claw were as deadly as any dagger but truth be told the sword reminded him of something his father carried at all times. Shadow remembered being a pup and wanting to touch his father sword and his father had caught him and beat him nearly to death but even so he still wished to touch the blade, now was his chance as if his father was saying."here you've earned it."

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-14-2012, 12:48 PM

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The assassin stood there, contemplating her words. It was a quick analysis as expected. When there were many options and consequences and only a few seconds to choose before you were caught and killed it was necessary. She watched him closely, wondering if the black wolf would decide that her price was too high. He did seem to value honor after all, and such a bond was one that rarely held that. He agreed though, and Amy grinned.

She snorted at his conditions. Killing the elderly and pups. I'm not the usual clientele, so wrapped up in their precious world that they're unwilling to get their hands dirty. You don't need to concern yourself with that. Amy could do those kills herself, and would. She passed the sword to him, a silent acceptance of his terms. Now repeat after me. By my blood, I promise to fill three tasks. By my kin I will deliver what you ask of me. By my soul I swear that I will not break this, and fulfill the tasks you grant me. Then, say your name. This wasn't a normal contract. It was the kind used between killers and spies, an assurance it would be fulfilled by even those without honor.

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Shadowfang · 02-14-2012, 01:34 PM

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Shadow saw the acceptance in her gaze and the smile on her face as he agreed and he smirked lightly as well when she said that killing would not be needed. He knew she could handle herself but he also knew that with a pup on the way she would make an easier target for those who wanted her dead and as he had guessed she wanted no killing to be done by him, Not as exciting to do other tasks but easier and he had been given the sword as his payment for both tasks and vow.

He was starting to like this ex assassin. He listened to her words and knew what they were about so as she said them he said them at the same time for he had heard them before used by his father before he would sleep, Shadow didn't know then that his father was speaking the words of a promise, A promise to what? That was the question but shadow felt that he knew the answer...it was a promise to his mother.

"By my blood, I promise to fill three tasks. By my kin I will deliver what you ask of me. By my soul I swear that I will not break this, and fulfill the tasks you grant me, Shadowfang."

After he spoke the words he nodded lightly and like he had always done he got to the point, for he was one of speed and perfection, Three tasks she wanted, three tasks she shall have.

" Alright what first?"

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-14-2012, 02:00 PM

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He knew the words, as she had expected him to. There were variations on it out there, but every killer knew about the oaths that were made to chain canines without honor. There were lots of them, but this was Amy's favorite, gained from a shaman lost in madness. It held more power than others, and using it had a cost. Amy was bound by it as well, unable to do anything outside the bounds of the contract that held them together. Why did she allow it? Because spirits would kill those who went against her, and painfully.

As straightforward as she'd come to expect from this short interaction Shadowfang asked for his first task. Mulling it over in her mind Amy thought about this. She had a lot of power over him right now. Amy didn't wish to waste it. Finally she decided on her task. You will accompany me to Ichika no Ho-en when the time comes, keeping me safe from those who would kill me. That was the first task. Now for the other two. I want you to act as a go between for me and a pack called Anathema. You will not use my name, but you will offer my services. The last task I hold in reserve for dire circumstances.

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Shadowfang · 02-14-2012, 05:31 PM

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Shadow listened to her tasks that had been laid out before him and he growled a little at the very last one as it was to be used at a later time....He didn't have months to wait for a 3rd and final task so he could move on and complete his mission but he was wound by honor and he always kept his oaths and his word. Shadow looked her over and thought over the first two requests and he spoke to ask about them.

Protection is easy enough...but how long will you have me as a go between for your services...and when will i be used for that third and final task. Do not misunderstand me...i will do as you ask i only ask about the time of these tasks. You can understand. In all seriousness if she really wanted to she could have be work for her for a very long time but i am no ones slave and i will do 3 tasks and only 3. I don't doubt her skill but she better understand that i am not going to allow myself to be pushed around for long. I have honor and i will help but i will not be taken advantage of.

Shadow crossed his massive arms as he looked to her with a slight tilt to his head showing his distaste of the situation but in no way showing aggression because she was kind enough to pay up front and not many would do that but that just means that the code of honor must be followed even more so.

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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Amy Sunders · 02-14-2012, 05:41 PM

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His growl didn't bother her. Amy's expression didn't even change at the sound, used to discontentment when dealing with such tasks. It was the result of dealing with such weak creatures. They rarely understood what they were getting into, and always acted cheated at the terms the item had been purchased at. Shadowfang was lucky she had told him two tasks right at the beginning, instead of forcing him to wait for her summons like she could easily have done. His request to know when the third would be used was disgruntling, especially as she didn't have an answer. Well, there was one, but she wasn't sure it was an answer he would believe.

Sighing Amy began clearing the weapons, placing them back where they belonged. She was hungry, craving fresh fish. Amy resolved to jump down to a fish stall and satisfy that craving as quickly as possible. Three months. For three months you shall travel between me and Anathema once a week. This task shall not start until the end of this month however, due to my condition. The one allowance she would allow herself. As for the third, you don't need to wait for my summons to have it filled. I'm saving it for a desperate situation when my life is in danger, and I'll need skills such as yours. You'll know when it happens, because you'll be drawn to where I am.

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Shadowfang · 02-14-2012, 05:56 PM

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Shadow watch her ever twitch and knew she had done this plenty of times before but then when she came clean and gave him a time frame and even told the truth about the third task he smiled as nodded lightly as he even grabbed a few of the larger weapons and helped her put them away and make it look nice and then he spoke as he had a slight chuckle to his voice and he meant to not hide it. That's perfect...that actually works out well three months is about the time i stay around some places anyway i'm glad you came clean i would have hated to kill such a skilled individual such as yourself, it would have been a waist of life."

Shadow continued to help until it was all put away and then he thought about it and he had to ask due to the fact that he would be around her a lot for the next three months and the idea actually got him to smile as he knew that she probably hadn't thought about it.

" If i'm going to be your errand boy for three months i'll need a place to stay..somewhere near by in order to protect you fully and keep an eye on you...for your safety of course. Do you know of any such place? or do you have room where you are?"

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!' Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

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