The English Assassin
Nov 13, 2014 10:19:49 GMT -6
Post by Marion Sylvester on Nov 13, 2014 10:19:49 GMT -6
Marion had just returned from her mission. Al Mulim was pleased, she was in rivalry with Altair, but she looked at Altair as her mentor. Even if he was handsome. She sighed, and passed the bloodied feather to Al Mulim, who nodded at her. Marion looked at the other Assassins, still finding this place daunting. It had been a year, since the remainder of the English Assassin branch, took refuge in Masayf. Things were going well, but Marion missed her homeland. She hid her saddened heart, as she made her way downstairs.
Marion went to the veranda, and sat on the edge of the water feature. She couldn't go home... Not yet. Not until the Crusades were over, and she had killed the one Templar that slew her creed. Anger replaced sadness, and she screamed in frustration, punching the wall, nearly spraining her hand. Tears flowed freely from her grey blue eyes. She wanted to kill that Templar so badly, and send his mutilated carcass back to his family, as a warning never to cross her Creed again. The thought was alomost heavenly, that was until she was brought back to earth by the sound of her name being called.
Marion went to the veranda, and sat on the edge of the water feature. She couldn't go home... Not yet. Not until the Crusades were over, and she had killed the one Templar that slew her creed. Anger replaced sadness, and she screamed in frustration, punching the wall, nearly spraining her hand. Tears flowed freely from her grey blue eyes. She wanted to kill that Templar so badly, and send his mutilated carcass back to his family, as a warning never to cross her Creed again. The thought was alomost heavenly, that was until she was brought back to earth by the sound of her name being called.