|The Passionate Assassin and the Honorable Leader
Author: Chubs34 PM
Two beings. Two titles. They portray a warm-hearted killer and a noble commander. But these are titles! What are titles but another way to refrence something? Actions are what make up beings. And beings can always find love. And love always finds a way.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Soren - Chapters: 7 - Words: 24,754 - Reviews: 20 - Favs: 11 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 02-25-11 - Published: 12-01-10 - Status: Complete - id: 6520118
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
WARNING: SEX REFRENCE.
Songs: Grand Escape; MSG4/ Halo 3 theme song. Then: Could this be love? then: Animal I have become by 3 days grace; then: Desperat measures-I fight on; All I ever wanted by basshunter/ diary of jane by breaking benjamin/ far away by nickel back; then: Eres Para Mi by Julieta Venegas; then So Do I say Sorry first? By stephanie mcintosh
This would have to be the fanciest flying Eyja had ever done. Her wings were sore, everything was sore. But she didn't concentrate on that. She concentrated on the light she saw. "I suppose I'll have to thank you Nyra! You did my dirty work by killing the last High Tyto! Ezio!" The Eagle Owl responded, getting on Eyja's tail, making sure he got out with her. Nyra barreled towards them, not seeming troubled in the slightest.
The younger male assassin just couldn't help, like any other male, but checking out his superior whilst behind her. The light shade of brown was unbelieveably attractive. Her smooth feathers made up her soft curves, giving her a laid back, feminine look. She looked soft to the touch. Soren was one lucky owl, that one.
He quickly snapped back into reality nearing the light. They must've been going at a terminal velocity. Everything hurt, was sore. Their wings revolted at the very notion of movement. Yet they sill needed more speed! Eyja folded her wings, making sure she didn't graze the walls. Ezio did the same, but it was unnecessary, as he was barely a third of his regular size.
They shot out into open air. Thank Glaux! They had escaped! Actually, much to Eyja and Ezio's horror, Nyra also managed to get through. Eyja took off from hovering, swooping downwards. Ezio followed. So did their evil persuer.
After that short stoop, she sharply turned upwards, hoping that Nyra would fall for her trick. Yeah, uh, no.
Eyja then did a banking turn, diving toward the combat zone. Why? Eyja hoped that in ther, they could get backup. They had to avoid owls in the heat of the fight, but they lost Nyra.
"Ezio! Nice work," Eyja congragulated, "And one thing. Do you always check out females whilst flying for your life?" She churred. Ezio's eyes widened in shock. She knew? The lovely Barn gave him a withering look. Oh, right. Master assassin and all that.
Soren was locked in combat with tow, and they had the advantage. Then he saw a Pure One third racing towards them. It pulled something from it wings and flicked its talons. Then the next second one of the Pure Ones looked startled, and dropped dead, and ice splinter in it's back. Eyja! She saved his life!
Eyja swooped away, not allowing her love to be in harm's way. She didn't think twice about it. Three Pure Ones then began to follow her. She was outnumbered, with only a single ice splinter left, and her prototype DHRs.
The scene that Soren looked upon was, to say the least, depressing. Only one hundred and fifty of the original three hundred Guardians returned. The band, monarch, were thankfully part of that group. But Soren could not find Eyja. He was frantic, flying between soldiers, trying to find a familiar face.
"Eyja!" He called out, hoping for her accented response. Nothing. He hooted again. Still, silence from the other end. The young owl saw Shard. The older owl flew up to Soren.
"She's at the back. Go to her, boy."
He raced to the back of the group. There, being assissted by a Great Gray owl, was his Eyja. Unconscious.
"She's fine, Soren." Boron said. "Just tired, that's all. I heard from Ezio that they had to do the fanciest flying at terminal velocity. And, to top it off, she had to fight three Pure Ones all by herself. Let her rest, she'll be fine."
Eyja gently woke up. In her own hollow. She shook herself gently. Then the recollection of what passed hit her.
"Frinkin' racdrops!" She whispered to herself. She tried to move, but failed. She was still sore. Very sore. She groaned from the agony. Her wings, breast, head, everything. Pain if moved. This would be a long night, then her hunger hit. She groaned from the empty feeling inside her. And, much to her suprise, and empty feeling underneath her.
The female managed to look down. She fought off the hurt to rearrange the nest she slept in. Still empty. Something urged her to have something there. Another feeling wanted Soren. Badly. No, I have to end it with him. He's all I'm thinking about now, just sitting here in my nest. But would I ever heal from it? This feeling is strong, so deep!
"Eyja!" Said a feminine voice. Otulissa. Her best friend.
"Hey." She said weakly. "Could you get me some food?"
"Not right now."
"That's not a question." Eyja countered, her tone hardening. The Spotted Owl wilfed slightly.
Soren flew about. This was supposed to be a joyous time, nearing the Harvest Festival, but he was all too melancholy for that. Eyja had been out for nearly a week! How could anyone be joyous at a time when you're unsure that your one love is one the brink of death?
Soren gently sighed. Then he heard a shout from Otulissa. He heard only to words: Eyja's awake. She rushed to the kitchen. She muttered something about having to get food. Soren dashed towards Eyja's hollow.
"Hey! Could you go tell Otulissa to hurry up with that food?"
"But I wanted to talk to you about something!"
Eyja's soft gaze stoned. Soren's eyes widened, and he knew that what she had said wasn't a question.
"She'll be right back."
"So can we talk until then?"
"No. Food first, talk later." Soren sighed softly. He would ask her after her meal. How do I tell her I love her? "Eyja, my dearest"...no..."Eyja, my love"...no...frink it, I'll just outright tell her.
The only term that can be used to describe Eyja's mealtime was devoured. She simply put them into her beak, then down her gizzard. What do you know? Being out for a week makes someone's stomach a bottomless pit!
Eyja's hunger had been tamed. They both had something to say to one another. Soren's was a declaration of his love. Eyja's was to end her relationship with Soren.
"You first, Soren."
"I wanted to tell you that-" He paused. No. He'd tell her on the Harvest Festival, under the moonlit sky. "Nevermind. You wanted to say something?"
"Yes. Soren..." Eyja paused as well. She was second guessing her choice to dump Soren. She tried to look around, anything except Soren's eyes, but her neck still hurt. She would need to preen herself. "Forget it."
"Wait!" Eyja shouted at Soren. He turned. "Could...could you...preen...me?" She asked meakly, wilfing slightly. Soren gently nodded.
"Eyja, I'd do anything for you." He blurted out without thinking. A pang shot through Eyja. She didn't want to say goodbye. She decided not to think about that now. Now was the time to relax. She survived a war, a catastrophic assassination, simply being an assassin...life was treating her well.
Soren gently approached Eyja. Eyja's mind swam in a mixture of emotions. Confusion on what to do, love for Soren, wanting to shove him off the road to protect him from the car. Too much for one owl.
The male slowly rounded her back. He admired the gingery color of her plumage. He gently ran his talons through it, raking out the detrius and dust.
The assassin shook a bit, and closed her eyes. It was helping the ache in her muscles. Alot.
He kept a steady pace, running all the way down to her glamorous tail feathers from the back of her neck. He was soon done with that area.
Soren took a step forward, and gently preened the top of her head. She pushed back a bit harder. This suprised Soren. He continued.
She tilted her head the opposite direction of his beak, making the pace a bit faster. She gently sighed at this. The attractive Barn Owl could feel the weight of the hardships of an assassin lifting from her shoulders.
Soren could see her facial expression. Her eyes were gently closed in pleasure. She was absolutely adorable. He wanted so bady to declare his love.
Eyja gently moaned. Soren almost jumped at the sound. How sweet it was. He swelled with pride, solely on that he was making a difference in her day.
He took a side-step over to her wings. He ran his talons slowly, meaningfully through her glorius plumage.
"Mmm...~"She pushed her wing against him. She let out a soft, pleasured sigh from the pressure alleiviating the ache from her wings.
Soren bowed his head to get at the underside of her wings. On her starboard wing he found a tuft of moss, still tucked in her feathers. He plucked it out.
Showing it to Eyja, she giggled quite girly. It made Soren's gizzard quake in joy to hear her laughter. It was beautiful.
The Guardian ran his beak down her side. She pulled his head closer. Owls don't have the best nostrils for smelling, but he could. And she smelt divine.
Soren reluctantly stepped back from his love. He had probably spent a good bit of time preening Eyja. He never wanted to stop preening her. He would give his soul to save Eyja. He had to tell her.
"I...I've been thinking myself lately, and I've wanted to tell you…" that's when Soren's nerves kicked in again, "I-I-I...want t-to tell you that...uh..." The younger Barn began stuttering, his body felt hot, he began to pick himself up, don't chicken out, this is your chance… Soren thought.
"Tell me what?" Her voice sounded cheery, relaxed.
"Eyja...I, you...I love you, and I want you to be my mate!" Soren uttered, finally feeling relieved. He was able to get it out there, now just had to wait for her response.
"Soren...I...I love you too." Eyja shakily began. Soren's gizzard nearly burst in joy. "But I can't be your mate."
"Why not? Are...are you with an egg?" Soren asked in fear.
"NO! I simply..." The assassin trailed off, hoping that would end it.
"What? You simply what?"
"I don't want you to be hurt! If I were to die and we did have eggs, then they would grow up without a mum! And besides...I'm...I'm an animal! A dirty, filthy animal! No one You can't understand how much I enjoyed taking their lives...I loved it...I loved every little frinkin' second of it! I'm a frinkin' monster! I can't escape my own hagsmire! So many times I've tried! I can't wake up from this daymare! I can't control myself! I'm a danger to everyone around me! I don't want you to see the darkest side of me! I can't tame this raging hagsfiend! I'm a danger to myself! I'm losing a battle I've waged against myself! I'm a prisoner of my own hagsmire! You deserve better!"
Eyja rushed out of her hollow, crying her eyes out. The Harvest Festival was two days away. And Soren had to make up something to change her mind.
"What do I say? Oh, Glaux, please tell me what to say!" Soren thought out loud, then it hit him. Eyja said that he deserves better. All throughout her speech, she said that she wasn't good enough.
The Harvest Festival was tomorrow night. Eyja was down by the kitchen, drinking bingle juice. Otulissa perched beside her.
"You shouldn't drink, you know."
Eyja ignored her.
"Remember what happened last year?"
"Yeah, and it was the most fun I've ever had. Other than killing." Eyja said, undisguised disgust in "Killing."
"You drank so much you were presumed dead!"
"'Like I said, most fun I've ever had."
"Eyja, stop it."
"Please, listen to me!"
"O Rly? Why should I? Why should I do anything anymore? Metal Beak's dead, the Pure Ones out of commision for quite some time, and probably won't be able to recover, so what it my role here? What's the point? I don't know. What about you, miss "Scholar" what's your explanation?"
"Because," interjected Ezio, who had perched behind them. The Bran Owl didn't turn. "Hagsmire isn't crowded enough for you to come."
Eyja chuckled. She remembered then what she had said to the Eagle Owl before they began.
"Ezio, this is a near suicidal mission. We're may be flying head-frinkin'-first into Hagsmire, but if we are, then we'll make sure it's crowded with Pure Ones when we arrive!
Ezio nodded in response.
"You're not exactly green from what I've heard. But if I didn't think you could do the job, I wouldn't have you covering my tail. You may not seem too important, but I don't care. If I didn't think you could handle it, I wouldn't have you on my six."
"Parliment's says we gotta make the first strike. Not a routine operation, but someone has to do it. They've got us armed pretty well. Prototype DHRs, or 'Gizzard-shredders.' They sound fun. They gave me ice splinters. Not that they don't trust you, but it can be catastrophic in the wrong talons."
"They know where the tree is. They have a well defensible spot, and we can be invaded from any direction. I'd say these are desperate times, apprentice. You and me? I guess that makes us the desperate measures."
"How many do you think we took out?"
"Not enough. Not enough. I hope they recover soon though. I just ended it with Soren, I just need to cut off all other ties, then I'll be ready for anything."
Tonight's the night. The Harvest Festivsal. Soren's chance to redeem himself to Eyja. Eyja's final night of fun.
Eyja didn't partake in the parties. She wanted nothing more than to mope. But more than that...an egg.
Soren landed at her hollow. To muster up some gallgrot, he had taken a few shots of bingle juice. She sat at the back, unmoving.
"Soren? What do you want?" Eyja snapped, feighning anger, but failing miserably. Soren saw right through this.
"Eyja, I only needed to know that you loved me, and I would always forgive you. I would never forget the wonderful, glorious, amazing owl you were, no always have been. I would do anything to be save you, even if it would cost me my own life. All I ever wanted was to see you smile. To make you my own, to have and to hold. You may have flaws, but that's what makes you you. That's what makes me love you. I love you with all of my being and more. You don't know the fathomless depths of my love for you."
"I would join the Pure Ones, take up arms against the world, the Guardians, take up their malevolent cause, and do tht for years if it could earn your freedom. I would defy Glaux and all of his terrible swift wrath for you. I will cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh, love when you love. I know that I love you, oh why don't you see? All I ever wanted was you and me, together forever. I'm all alone out in the cold without you, all on my own, and I'm waiting for your answer. I want to be a part of your life!"
"Everyday your in my head. Your the one for me, your the apple in my eye, all I ever wanted in my life! I would put myself in your place of an entie army! I want to know what you like, cause I'm sore and sick of you not being happy! Desperate I'll crawl, waiting for you! I'll die for you! Cause you know I love you. I loved you all along. That I love you, I have loved you all along. And I miss you been far away for far too long. I keep dreaming you'll be with me and you'll never go. 'Cause with you, I'd withstand all of hagsmire simply to hold your hand. I'd give it all, I'd give for us. Give anything but I won't give up hope for you. I would much rather stop breathing living than live without you. If you do feel sad, just hold onto me as tightly as you need, and never let go until you feel better. If there truly is an animal inside of you..."
"...Then I shall tame it."
Eyja sat in silence, staring at Soren's obsidian eyes. He did the same. Her heartstrings pulled at her, almost hurting her. She drew breath slowly. Tears began to well in her eyes.
"Soren...t-thank you...so much!" She said through tear soaked eyes, rushed to embrace Soren, he wrapped his wings around her, supporting her like she did to him those years ago. He chose the perfect night to do this. The more Eyja tried to hate him, the more she loved him. It scared her to death. She couldn't keep fighting her emotions for him. If she cried would he hold her? Yes. No matter what. She said she was flawed, so imperfect, but he didn't care. "So..do I say sorry first?"
"Then I guess it's true. Tu eres para mi."
"You belong with me. It's an old Gadfeather song."
"How does it go?"
As Eyja sung Soren the song in her beautiful voice, which would come to "Their song" Soren knew enough Krakish to understand the jist.
"You belong with me. I hear it all the time. You belong with me."
It was magnificent, to say the least.
"Soren...there's still some time left in the evening...Would you like to dance for a bit?"
"I wouldn't trade the oppurtunity for the world."
They flew slowly out of her hollow. Rather than take up the dance floor, Eyja wanted to be alone with her mate, so they danced outside. The assassin perched waiting for Soren, and he soon joined her.
"Try to keep up, boy!"
She began to gain altitude rather slowly, and Soren easily mimicked her. "This is all?"
"We haven't even begun!" She called back, then taking a slow, lazy, graceful downward swoop, going on her side. Soren made a much less graceful turn, but still persued his mate. She looked back, and wasn't suprised to find him.
Eyja picked up some speed, then did a large loop midair. Soren saw this, and managed to copy her, even in his tipsy state. Se did a second loop, which managed to trick Soren, but he quickly recovered.
She did a tight turn, which almost shook him off, but just failed, though she was going pretty fast. Soren would not fail to match her.
They were close to the water's edge, which refracted the moon's light, making cetain spots on the Barn Owls appear in strange patterns. Eyja decided to have some fun with her toy. She pierced the surface of the water, making a plume of flotsam spray up. Directly in Soren's path. He wa too enthralled by her dance to notice until it was far too late.
"Pwah! Euch!" He spat, shaking his head to remove the liquid. Soren's initial bitterness was metled by her sweet laughter.
She did sharp barrel rolls, enjoying the sound of wind whipping past her ivory face. She then stopped the rolls, and slowed down, allowing Soren to catch up with her. She was upside down, and he right side up.
Soren felt something on his talons. It was her talons, gently clutching his. They slowly began to roll. Soren admired her beauty. The moonlight washed over her fine plumage, making it glow in vain aesthetics.
The starlight reflected off her ebony gemstone eyes, making them glint like gold.
Time slowed down. He could see her feathers gently moving with the winds, her breathing, and they're own steady movements.
She blinked, and Soren almost scolded her for closing her lustrous eyes.
She pushed gently aginst him. He misunderstood this, and pushed back.
He did, and they slowly gained altitude. This must've been hard for her, having to inverse her direction. She let go of his talons, rather reluctantly. Eyja then righted herself, then perched on a branch, followed soon by Soren.
"Soren, let's call it a night early."
"But there's gonna be-..." The male began but soon got her drift. "Yeah, I'm sorta tired."
"Now, I want you to...you know what? You tell me what to do."
" Okay, if you say so...but what if I'm no good?"
"Then you have to give me a reason to be your mate, and not some Owl's who can be dominant, per se...Shard, perhaps?"
Soren knew she was teasing him. Soren knew, being in the role of begging to be preened, that he had to reverse this, make her beg for it, plea for it. But how?
"No...you have to give me a reason." Soren said, testing his own abilities. Eyja got a glint in her eyes. "Lie on your back." She did, and wilfed slightly, but reverted to her pleasent size with a wink from her mate.
"Well we'll have lots of fun...it'll feel absolutely divine, my love."
"Nice sentiment...but you'll have to do much better than that...Girly!" Soren demanded, adding on the last part, hoping she didn;t take it the wrong way. She was the last one he would ever call "Girly".
Eyja swelled with joy. "Don't you want to join me in the bliss we would have?" The Barn Owl inquired, cocking her pretty head.
"Not good enough! Beg!" Soren ordered, getting the vibe that she was enjoying this. She wasn't fighting him at all.
Eyja looked directly at him, advancing a bit. She flashed her puppy dog eyes. "Please...Master...make me yourrs and only yours...I'm your property...your little toy." She begged.
Eyja was begging for him. Soren knew that he was her mate. It made the Barn proud to be called "Master" As if she were his plaything.
"Really? Wow, I guess I'll have to teach you then."
"Teach me what?"
"How to be dominant. You barely satisfied my need to be controlled."
"Dear, you wouldn't believe the things I had you doing."
"Well then, I guess I'll have to try again."
"Oh no you don't! You alredy said 'yes'! Can't go back on it!"
It was an incredibly memorable night.
Did you like what I did there? The "O Rly?" thing? Just look it up.
I had alot of fun writing this. To all the people who were with me from day one, or those that can recall what the original title was: My good companion HodgePodge11, SamPD2, Paul'sGirl, SootyBird, and last but not least Midnight84188, I thank you for the fun of your reviews, responding to them, and getting your input on how I was doing. I thank you all, and may your respective God (Allah, Adonai, Glaux, God, Jesus, Buddha) bless you. I have none. Yes, I'm an Athiest.
This may not be the end, I may continue, but it will be in some good time. I have ideas for other stories, and may get back to this. This makes my second story fully complete(?) an I'm incrdibly proud of myself. BTW: All the "Krakish" Words that have been used in this are a jumble of different languages. "Resesquiat in pace" is Italian, "Bas Vedanya" is Russian for "Good Journey", the Krakish gadfeather songs are in Spanish. And "Fretkyn" Is made up.
PS: I love you too, Anonymous11. I love you too. *Hugs*
Glauxspeed/Godspeed/Allah's swiftness/Buddha's limberness/Adonai's quickness