Red
Thank Odin my stallion got over his grudge because I barely gave him a choice as I stormed into the stable and glared at the massive beast.
Unfortunately, I wasn't fast enough to mount up as the door I'd just entered through was pushed open.
Ivar snorted at the intruder and I couldn't help but let my head fall against the stallion's belly. Like the stallion, I huffed my displeasure but didn't bother to acknowledge the approaching footsteps.
Instead, I focused on soothing my emotions.
I was feeling quite stabby after my conversation with Ezekiel and whoever encroached was toeing the line of a swift death.
Or perhaps slow.
Yeah, that'd be much more enjoyable.
The footsteps were light but familiar enough that I knew it was Fenris who now stood in front of my horse. The traitor jutted his head out and demanded the male's attention.
"I take it you're going out."
It wasn't a question, so I didn't bother to respond. Instead, I blew out a harsh breath, watching as it ruffled Ivar's thick black coat.
Ivar pawed at the ground, signaling his displeasure with just standing around, but he didn't shift enough to dislodge my forehead from his side.
Luckily, Fenris didn't step any closer, remaining in front of Ivar as he waited for any sort of response from me.
So much for sneaking out after that atrocious conversation. I sighed as I straightened up and met a curious blue gaze.
Fenris's dark eyebrows were raised and a smirk threatened to pull his lips up as he watched me carefully. Apparently, he had kept to his muttered words before storming out of my room as his usually straight black hair was now wavy and wet, falling just below his jawline. Now dressed for the colder temps, Fenris wore the typical assassin uniform, black leather pants and a black leather shirt that hugged his lean muscled frame.
"Ivar needs to run." Yes, I was not above using my horse as an excuse.
Fenris took a slow appraisal of me while mindlessly scratching between Ivar's ears. The traitor's second favorite spot. Then with a nod of his head, he stepped back and reached up to tie back his hair.
"Good, me too," the male declared.
I leaned against Ivar with a shoulder and glared at the male while running my hand under Ivar's thick mane. "Ivar wants to be alone," I drawled.
Fenris didn't even bother to respond as his skin suddenly started to ripple with a familiar magical shimmer. The tanned tall male shifted to the large black feline within a matter of seconds, the transformation faster than I had previously remembered.
MK stared playfully up at me, his deep blue eyes twinkling with humor as he slowly stretched out his limbs.
So much for going out alone. I sighed again before walking towards the big door of the stables and pushed it open. Ivar and MK following me closely.
After quickly mounting up, I prepared to squeeze my legs against Ivar to signal him forward, however, the familiar creeping feeling of being watched stopped me.
Turning, I looked back towards MK who was still stretching in the doorway of the stable. In the corner of my eye, I caught the figure on top of the roof of the manor next to our manor.
Despite the dying light of the setting sun, I could still make out the slim figure and the thin yet long sword at their hip. It was the female assassin.
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Red's Demise
Fantasy(Previously known as Little Red Riding Hood) "I wish I could say I was doing good in the world. Ridding it of its waste and evil. But really, I'm no better than those I kill. I liked killing. I liked holding life in my hands. I liked proving I wa...
