The assassin let out a sigh, a chilly breeze swept by, causing a chill to go down his spine. The only warmth in his possesion was his blood red scarf.
What was he doing? Sitting in an alley.. What was his wish? To be picked up by another stranger, only to be abandoned once again? He thought for a moment. 'Why? I don't deserve so much as this scarf. I killed my only hope of kindness, it's my own fault i'm in this position.' Talon growled under his breath, closing his eyes as he leaned against the cold brick wall.
He started to doze off, his bare arms only getting numb from how cold it was getting. Before he fell asleep, a small, damp feeling melting against his hand. One.. Two.. It began to snow.
The assassin gasped softly, suddenly waking up from an unknown nap. It was dark now. "What's.. This..?" He felt his body relax a bit as he gripped the newfound blanket that was wrapped around him. Where'd it come from?
"I see you've finally woken up." A deep, inhuman voice was heard from across the alley. Talon jumped at the sudden words and quickly pawed at his pocket, revealing a sharp dagger, "Who the hell are you!?" The assassin got up, the blanket still on his shoulders. The prophet chuckled softly, Talon now could see the glowing blue eyes ahead of him.
He felt weak, vulnerable.
Something was tossed towards him, with quick instincts, he caught it. Whatever it was, it rapidly uncurled and crawled up the assassins arm, burrowing itself in his scarf, all you could hear were small, muffled whimpers.
"W-What is it??" He stood still, the creature went still as well. "It's a voidling. Do not worry, it's harmless unless I command it to attack. Cute, isn't it?"
"Who are you, and why are you here?" Talon demanded, his eyes not leaving the glowing blue ones. The being came closer, Talon gripped the dagger tighter. He felt a sudden pain in his hand, causing him to flinch and give a small yelp, the dagger dropping to the floor, without hesitation, the prophet grabbed his hand.
The assassin deperatly attempted to pull his hand away, but before any other actions could be made, he was pulled forward, against the man.
"L-Let go!" He squirmed against the man, though he refused to let go. He gave up and finally let himself be held. Talon let out a deep breath and rested his head against the mans chest; He felt.. Warm inside..
"My name is Malzahar. And yours, lovely?" The assassin blushed at the title and kept his face hidden, quickly pushing the man back. "Talon.." He mumbled. Malzahar chucked as he snapped, the voidling burrowed within the scarf crawled out and jumped back to Malzahar, returning to the void.
"That's a beautiful name, Talon."
