The Assassin, the Scout, and an angel

Ashens feet where heavy as she walked up the stairs, her eye focusing on small pools of blood. she would need to clean those before they stained the floor. head low she continued up the second set of stairs, her eyes half open from exhaustion. she knew even though she was tired. she wouldnt be able to sleep, not until fallen woke. as she walked to her room in the attic, she thought to herself. she placed her hand on the door handle, the man in the forest, his armor matched fallen's. he did say in the tavern that he ran away, organizations like that would definitely attack those who betrayed them. even for good reason. she opened her room, the moon was the only light. books lined her shelf's, of culture, language and customs. her tracking gear lay to her left on the floor beside her dresser. to her right where her bookshelf and her bed, her window beside where she would lay. at the end of her room was a desk, and trophies. it wouldnt be safe for him to leave any time soon...

she didnt pay much attention to her belongs as she turned to her dresser. she pulled out a long black sleeveless tunic, and then rid herself of her blood soaked shirt. the moon gazed upon on her self given scars which rested on her shoulder, blades from her many attempts on banishing her wings. with a sigh she covered herself and walked out of her room. closing the door she marched down the hall and down the stairs to the kitchen grabbing 3 bowls. one filled with bannock which she set by the stairs to wait upon her return. the other two bowls where empty for now. she walked to her door, opening it slowly peering outside. she couldnt see anything but darkness. the winds had picked up. a blizzard was coming. leaving the door open for a moment she filled the bowls with snow.

bringing them inside and setting them down on the table, she secured the door. insuring it could only be opened from the inside. she then grabbing the bowls again walked down the stairs. she placed the bowls of snow by the fire as well as two of the bannock loaves. after she did she walked to where Drethiel was huddled, she stopped for a moment and looked at him. was he asleep? strange... she set the rest of the bannock loaves near the entrance of the water nook and speed to the storage. fallen would still be cold as was she, not only that but she still needed rags to wash herself and fallen. entering the storage room she grabbed two rags, holding them with her teeth as she lifted three large fur blankets. trying her best not to bloody them though the blood was drying on her by now. bringing them to fallen quickly she left one on her way to him by Dreth. if he wants it, its there. dropping the two blankets by Fallens feet. she looked to the bowls as she removed the cloth from her mouth.

the snow had melted. taking on of the bowls and one of the cloths she began to clean the remaining blood from fallen. she couldnt tell if the color was coming back to his face or not as she cleaned. once he was cleaned up she took one of the fur blankets and tryed her best to wrap him without disturbing his wounds. trying to raise him of the floor. once she thought she was successful she looked at him all wrapped up, he looked peaceful. wish it was because of a different circumstance...she sighed. turning to face the fire she began to clean herself with the last bowl of melted snow and the rag she had brought. "if his old assassin friends are after him...he cant leave this house. if i brave the storm outside to get his things.... will you watch him until my return? i know im asking alot of you, i would be in your debt for this...he is very close to me." she didnt look back only continuing to scrub the drying blood off her arms and hands. waiting for his answer. She couldnt believe what she was saying but at the same time, she felt like she did know him. Maybe in a past life she wondered...

Her cheeks turned red to the word sweet. Sweet? She thought, she had been called many things. Sweet wasn't one of them. Though she did care for fallen, quicker then she would care are to admit. She stopped washing as dreth talked, everything he brought up was...well thought out. Almost to much so. Fallen would more the like re-injury himself if he was startled by dreth, And if his wounds where to open agian so soon....

she looked at fallen, knowing full well dreth was correct in very point he brought up...she would be able to keep fallen here fine on her own, with the wind she wouldn't be able to smell for fallen's camp. She doubted dreth knew medicine and he could blend in well with the cold, hell he was the cold! She would freeze in minutes out there...he would have a blast.

Letting out a defeated sigh she started to washed her left cheek gently. " when fallen and I frist met, I ran into him in the plains. I would start there. I can't argu with your wisdom, I would die if something happened to me out there, then fallen may die aswell. It was would be unwise of me to go." She sounded defeated, hell she was.

But least this way she could keep an eye on the drow behind her. "Dreth what do I give you in return? I doubt your doing this out of the kindness of your heart...not many beings are kind now a days." She asked looking at him, her eyes tired face still dirty, and worried.

"yes i could repair it. im very handy when it comes to armor." she replied to his question. "wait, Dreth what are y-" just as she was about to finish her question she noticed his body go limp. quickly she leaped over fallen and managed to run just fast enough to catch Dreth before he hit the floor with her body. puzzled she looked down at the body. he could leave his body? his...favorite?! body?!?! oh gods above what have i gotten myself into? she noticed he walked near the area with the frozen water. she lifted his the best she could and brought him into the area almost slipping on the ice herself. she layed him down gently moving the hair from his face once he finished. "come back soon" she spook softly.

she stood, and began to walk to fallen once more. she could feel the fatigue rise to her eyes. her limbs felt heavy, almost as if they where not her own. a few more steps and she was beside fallen. she was so tired. the color seemed to almost be back in Fallens face...but what if he where to wake. she layed beside him on the cold stone floor, she was to tired to care. reaching just slightly under the furs to hold Fallen's hand. if he where to wake she would now know by his movements. he was warm, very warm. she smiled slightly, it seems she wasnt as pathetic as she once thought.

not if she could still save a life. as she curled up her eyes began to slowly close. her breathing was slowed. she could feel the dried blood on her cheek cracking. im to tired to care, i just need a little sleep to push...through...and ill ..clean up....her thoughts finally silenced. her hand still lightly gripped on Fallens. she began to sleep. how was she going to explain everything to fallen? she will have to wait and see.

Drethiel arrived in the forest, landing beside the assassin's body. Well hello there. It seems we meet again. He laughed airily, and jumped on top of the body, forcing himself into the place where the soul once occupied. When he opened his eyes, he was looking through the eyes of the body, and pleasantly cold. Perfect.

Slowly getting up, Drethiel wheezed. Of course he would hurt. Putting a decent amount of energy into numbing the pain, he pulled himself together and stood up in the snow. The icy wind bit his flesh, and it felt as refreshing as ever. Raising his hand, he gestured towards the snow and brought it up around him with a gesture, testing the extent of what he could do. His powers weren't attached to one sole body - they were ingrained in his soul and he loved it. Grinning like a child at play, Dreth picked up any belongings that the assassin had dropped, and made his trek across to Pan'do.

As he made his way through the snow, he admired the strength that this vessel held. But for timely matters, he simply froze everything in his path and walked quickly. He could trudge through the snow any other day. Finally, he stumbled upon a partially snowed in camp, and inspected the materials there. Assuming it was Fallen's, he picked everything up and put it in a pile. Smiling at the belongings, he waved his hand in a circle towards it, whispering under his breath. The snow around the camp was drawn in towards the group of items, and encased them in a snowball. Drethiel lowered his hand, and the snow solidified further into ice. Letting out a brief yawn, Dreth started his way back to Silver Scale. Behind him, the ice ball rolled along in the snow, weaving between the trees and tracing his every step. 

When he arrived at the guild, he rolled the ball into the garden, and left it as he made his way to the door. Still occupying the assassin's body, Drethiel walked through the door and descended down the stairs, halting when his eyes fell upon a now-woken Fallen. Good thing Ashen stayed behind. Though, she seems to have succumbed to sleep...

"Oh." He spoke towards the Drow in surprise. "Look who woke up."

Instantly ashen's eyes poped open when fallen had moved. her gaze moved from fallen who was...protecting her?! to the man near the stairs. it was the assassin from earlier, impossible!! he is soulless!! thats when it hit ashen...it was Drethiel! she looked back at fallen, red seeping though the bandages. he was going to attack Drethiel...and risk killing himself from blood lose? IDIOT! quickly she sat up, and moved in front of him. "stop! fallen, its not the assassin! your wounds are opening!" with force she wrapped her arms around Fallen almost tackling him back down. pinning his good shoulder, she began to instantly check his wounds. however in her panic she hadnt realized how she had happen to sit on hi lap. her fingers where cold as she checked his skin for any more reckless damage. "damn it fallen im going to have to bandage you again..." she sighed as she sat up slightly.

With a slight cry of shock and pain, the drow hit the ground, underneath the weight of the kinto. Confused and angry, it took a minute for the assassin to calm down. Brows drawing together in pain as he groaned. The crash down to the ground had brought back the awful splitting agony in his side and shoulder. And at this point, the pain was emanating across his entire back, causing his muscles to contract.

Taking a calming breath against the pain, he scowled, voice thin and angry. "For all I knew I was going to be killed." He knew that he was out of immediate danger. But he still didn't understand what was going on. He looked past Ashen, frowning as his eyes fell on the white garbed person who entered the room. It was the man who he had seen her talking with. Listening to him introduce himself did not lessen the mistrust he felt. Who was the person really? Was he telling the truth? Could he really be an angel?

Not answering Ashens grumblings, nor apologizing for his actions that opened his wounds, he eyed Dreth uneasily. If it wasn't enough that Ashen was seeing his so compromised, this person whom he had never met was as well!? The pain and oddity of the situation was making him irritable and standoffish, if he wasn't already before. His regular calm and emotionless demeanor was gone, replaced with one that was uncharacteristically quick to anger and curt.

Drethiel piled the armor behind him, examining its build and construction. It was dark and menacing, perfect for blending in with the night - and it was crafted beautifully, he would admit. He himself had no need or want for armor, but he could appreciate the usefulness of it. Dreth snickered lightly at Ashen's attempt to calm the angry drow, feeling skeptical eyes laid upon him. "I bring you no harm. Settle yourself, assassin. Do you think Ashen would allow me to stay if she deemed me a threat to her and her friend?" He got up and moved closer to the two again, then dropped down to sit cross-legged on the ground.

"I was simply borrowing that body. I do that, you see. It's one of my many abilities when it comes to human vessels and their souls." His bright, icy eyes met the vivid red ones of Fallen. "Now, I will hold back on my own curiosity, seeing as you need time to heal and recover... but is there anything you feel you need to say to me? I am willing to answer questions if it will put you at ease." His posture had now relaxed a bit more, and his earlier sense of fear dissipated as he looked the Drow up and down. He was cooperating enough for Ashen to do her work, but Dreth could tell that him claiming to be an angel made the assassin uncomfortable. But why, exactly? Was it the shock from seeing the body reanimated? Was it the concept of dark versus light? Could Fallen tell something was different about Dreth? Did he feel something off-kilter? Drethiel sighed softly at the possibilities racking his brain, realizing that it would probably take a good amount of effort to establish any feeling of trust in the assassin. 

"Observe me all you want, if it pleases you. But aside from a few showy tricks you won't notice anything spectacular." He closed his eyes and materialized a small set of wings on his back, that cricked and cracked as they grew into a full fledged pair. They spanned out and broke the thin layer of ice upon them to reveal soft white feathers. He flapped them once - lightly and slowly, creating a gentle breeze. "Does this form appear typical enough to rid you of your doubts? I may no longer reside in the heavens, but I am indeed an angel, and that is one thing you must take as a fact." 

He then cracked a smile towards Ashen as he watched her bandaging efforts, and replied to her question. "Make him and yourself your serving priority - not me. I can go for a while without food. I'll try anything that's left over and cooled off enough, though." He attempted to think back to the last meal he ate. Had it really been that long?