Posts by Moonraven

[Okay, that's fine with me.]

Total darkness prevailed as the dismal clouds overcast the caliginous sky and the wind arose, causing waves to tower over our helpless boat. We were caught in a violent storm. Seagulls soared freely over the sky without a care in the world but we were drowned in an ocean of despair trying to save our lives. As the ship jolted to the side then crashed down jolting our bones, I grabbed on to a part of the boat as I was nearly tossed over the side however I didn't know which part of the boat I held onto because I was thrown around so much that my vision turned blurry. Fear weaved through my stomach, I could not bear the fear anymore so I let go of the boat- plunging down.

I was enveloped by the dark indigo body of water. The incredible pressure compressed my chest, forcing my lungs to burn as if on fire. My heart began hammering, increasing in intensity and speed, like a bird trapped in a cage. My throat seared in agony with the rising pressure of trapped air. Head pounding with panic, threatening to explode any second. I gave into the pressure and took a breath of air, only to engulf a gush of salty water. I tasted the filthy ocean, foul and polluted. Opening my mouth again, this time to scream, I let out a string of bubbles. Despair filled me with every struggling gulp.

Icy cold water was thrust up my nostrils, a stream cascaded into the back of my throat and nose, sending jets of pain through my body. Slowly, the commotion and chaotic sounds of the sea drowned out to a low hum, buzzing at my ears, gradually muting into silence, one with the darkness. I gave up on the screaming, on the thrashing, allowing the water to hold my body in a sustained position beneath the sea. As my vision blurred out and her consciousness faltered, my body became numb and I waited in resignedness for the numbing hands of death to suck away every last piece of life left in me.

Though her eyes are open she can't think of why; her heart is pounding, mind empty. It's as if a hypodermic of adrenaline has been emptied into her carotid as her breathing rate beginning to steady. She is first aware of the coolness of the air and it's loamy fragrance. The ground is lumpy as if she were on a bed of earth and rocks. Her clothes feel as damp as a flower in the dew of the dawn. She half wonder if she is still dreaming as she sit up to take in the shafts of light that burst through the gaps in the leaf canopy above.

Now she's awake, perhaps more fully awake than she has ever been. There are no paths around her and no sign of another person.This bizarre nightmare is her's alone. It's worse though than it first appears, usually after this point in waking she knows who she is, and she doesn't. She can't think of a name that belongs to her or a single person she knows. Any face her subconscious offers has as much resonance as a total stranger. She wouldn't know her own mother if she walked right in front of her, if she has one that is.

It takes several long moments of just sitting there and think before bit by bit and piece by piece it comes back to her. She lost and alone, her name was.... She shuts her eyes tightly and the name jumps into her head. Thia. Her name was Thia or at least something close to it. She's on an island and has been on it for several days. As her memory slowly came back her panic died down and she was able to breath the salty sea air naturally. She was in some kind of forest, a large tree stood over her providing something similar to shelter.

Thia slowly sat up and stretched her arms, her long silver hued hair danced around her slender frame as a breeze brushed passed. It was still dark out but the moonlight provided some light and took some of the fear out of woodlands. She felt a sharp pang in her stomach, it had taken her some time to figure out that this mean she needed to eat something. There was a beach not far, she had walked some of island and was slowly working out a map in her head. She was the only one here. Besides that one who lived in the waters, she saw it here and there.

It didn't stay above the water for long which Thia was thankful for, she was paranoid enough as is. She was careful the blue dress she wore, it was her only clothing she had and at one time looked rather expensive. She began to make her way toward the beach, if she was lucky she could get a fish or two.

Whatever sleep she had been hoping to obtain was gone. Now she's awake, perhaps more fully awake than she has ever been. There are no sign of another person.This bizarre nightmare is her's alone. It's worse though than it first appears, usually after this point in waking she knows who she is, and she doesn't. She can't think of a name that belongs to her or a single person she knows. Any face her subconscious offers has as much resonance as a total stranger. She wouldn't know her own mother if she walked right in front of her, if she has one that is.

It takes several long moments of just sitting there and think before bit by bit and piece by piece it comes back to her. She lost and alone, her name was.... She shuts her eyes tightly and the name jumps into her head. Thia. Her name was Thia or at least something close to it. She's on an island and has been on it for several long days. As her memory slowly came back her panic died down and she was able to breath the salty sea air naturally. This cave?

Thia did nearly jump out of her blue dress when the looming shadow came from the mouth of the cave. It took her a couple of seconds to relax as the white dragon came lumbering in. She presses a hand to her still thundering heart, her memory liked to come and go these days. She had spotted this dragon numerous times on this island enough to realize that this was her home. It had taken Thia time to figure out that she wasn't going to harm or eat her. Somehow she had ended up making her into a companion and living together.

Thia was still a bit jumpy around her, but her fears have died down quiet a bit in the last month. It didn't feel so lonesome anymore and she did have someone to talk to, the dragon even brought her food. "Thank you." She muttered softly while looking down at the fish. Her eyes went back to the dragon's bright blue ones and a little smile formed on he really lips. She was always waiting for her to eat, it was endearing the way she worried. Thia looked behind her on her side of the cave and noticed her lack of sticks. She needed them to build a fire, she couldn't eat raw fish like Sky could. She had tired the first time it hadn't ended well.

"Sky, I need to get wood." The name had come from those blue eyes she wasn't sure if that was the dragon's name but she never seemed to mind being called it. She rose to her feet and dusted off the once pretty blue dress she wore, she stepped over her meal and heads to the mouth of the cave. She didn't ask Sky to come, the dragon normally followed her around whether she asked her or not. Thia felt it was a little rude to ask her to come along when she had brought home their meal, but wasn't going to argue with larger one if she was going to tag along.

Sky was nice and caring, clearly highly intelligent, but she still scared Thia enough to keep the woman from getting too close to her. She felt bad and a little guilty for being afraid of her but she couldn't help it. She made her way out of the cave and headed straight into the forest area.

It was a nice night tonight or at least it would have been if the moment she exited the forest and hadn't been confronted by a very upset...dragon? She froze and widen her eyes at the white beast, once she got past the snarling and those fangs, she noted the injuries that marred its body. In particular the missing hind leg, the sight made her unconsciously reach for her right thigh. Underneath the fabric of her dress from the right hip down to the knee she had wrapped it in a large stripe from her dress.

She still wasn't sure what had bitten her but it had cut clean through the flesh and muscles and into the bone. It was like that when she woke on this island. She still wasn't sure how she knew it but she knew how to wrap it, how to keep it clean, what plants to use to, medical knowledge seemed to be embedded in her mind it had made her wonder if she was or a doctor or a heal beforehand she lost her memory.

Even now her mind was working and formulating plans on how to treat the wounds on the dragon's body. Thia felt bad for the dragon, but at the same time was utterly terrified of it. She turned her head slightly ready to back away from white one when she felt a tremendous amount of weight slam into her.

She couldn't breath for a moment as her back slammed into the sand. It took her chest a couple of seconds to recall how to get air to her lungs as she let out a bout of coughs. The eyes that had shut themselves upon hitting the ground parted in time to see the huge black beast standing above her. He was massive, crimson eyed, and scary. She released a breath she had been holding when the black dragons eyes turned away from her and towards the white one.

If she had to guess he looked ready to brawl, she did not want to be between two fighting dragons, she could barely restrain the urge to cry beneath the black one. She could already feel the tears pool inside her eyes. She didn't dare make a sound though worried that he'd turn his attention back to her. She was so focused on the dragon's she barely noticed the man come from behind the large dark one.

[[Sure, that's fine with me]]

It was a nice night tonight, she smiled softly to herself as her feet walked across the beach. The sight of the huge blue ocean made her unconsciously reach for her right thigh. Underneath the fabric of her dress from the right hip down to the knee she had wrapped it in a large stripe from her dress. She still wasn't sure what had bitten her but it had cut clean through the flesh and muscles and into the bone.

It was like that when she woke on this island. She still wasn't sure how she knew it but she knew how to wrap it, how to keep it clean, what plants to use to, medical knowledge seemed to be embedded in her mind it had made her wonder if she was or a doctor or a heal beforehand she lost her memory. She turned her head slightly ready to back away from white one when she felt a tremendous amount of weight slam into her.

She couldn't breath for a moment as her back slammed into the sand. It took her chest a couple of seconds to recall how to get air to her lungs as she let out a bout of coughs. The eyes that had shut themselves upon hitting the ground parted in time to see the huge black beast standing above her. He was massive, crimson eyed, and scary. She released a breath she had been holding when the black dragons eyes turned away from her and towards Sky.

If she had to guess he looked ready to brawl, she did not want to be between two fighting dragons, she could barely restrain the urge to cry beneath the black one. She could already feel the tears pool inside her eyes. She didn't dare make a sound though worried that he'd turn his attention back to her. She was so focused on the dragon's she barely noticed the man come from behind the large dark one.

Thia remained a silent and fearful observer while staring up at the dark dragon, her attention flickered over to the man as he shockingly step up beside the dragon. He moved causally as if he always had his...pet jump on unarmed and terrified women. She couldn't keep her attention on him long, the black dragon was making very violent sound. She noticed that he had some injuries on his body, not like the one dragon, but enough.

Just like before she slowly began piecing together a plan to treat what injuries she could see, her thought process was shattered when the man began to talk to the dragon? He spoke as if he were talking to a person? Were dragons smart enough understand their speech? Her fear bit by bit washed itself down a drain as these questions filled her mind to the brim with curiosity. She leaned her head back just tad to look at the colorless one, she apparently, looks a lot like the one standing over her. The same breed?

She was jerked out of her thoughts when the misery was added. Fear curled up inside her and clung to her ribs, settling uncomfortably in her chest. She didn’t doubt the feeling was there to stay, reminding her of its existence every time she opened her mouth to breathe. It didn't disappear even after she connected the dots and understood the man wasn't talking about her.

Thia found it a little easier to breath once the black dragon stepped away from her she went to sit up although any hope of fleeing was dashed away from a strong grip wrapped around her arm. It wasn't painful per-say but it was comfortable either. She ignores the tears that fell from her eyes and flinched when he moved her dress to look at her leg. A flush of heat and embarrassment touched her cheeks as her first instinct was to kick out and run away. But she was confident enough to act out on her thoughts and the man in front of her was enormous compared to her, she didn't think she could fight him even if she wanted to.

"I-I-I-I don't know," she bit into her cheek to keep her stutter in check. "It was like that when I wo-wo-woke up here." Her chin quivered as she took a shaky hand and wiped away her tears. She wanted to know if she could leave but as afraid as she was of dying something pulled at her to help the white dragoness. "I can treat her." Something in her chest squeezed tight and made it difficult to breath. "So you don't need to kill her." Her voice remained soft and airy while taking a bit of a steadier tone.

Princess? She wasn't a princess was she? It sounded oddly familiar? She was yanked out of her head literally as she pulled to her feet. She bit her lip lightly to stifle the urge to whine. She wasn't all the big and it hurt being pulled like that. She kept her head bowed towards the ground staring at her dirty feet until she heard him call to that dragon. Fury was his name then it seemed fitting to her. Thia raised her chin just a tad to watch the dragon, Fury, take off into the air. She was surprised at how fast and high he got.

Her blood turns to ice when she hears that sound. Pain suddenly radiated around her entire head as she tried to remember where she had heard something like that. The memories were there but getting at them wasn't going to be easy. Thia rubs at her head before turning as she noticed the white one moving about, unfortunately, the dragon was getting closer. Thia knows she said she'd help and she was a woman of her word, but it didn't not help with her increasing fears of these creatures.

She unconsciously shifts to hide behind the man when the beast lumbers over and sniffs, Thia though she moved rather oddly much slower then Fury. Using the man as a physical shield, the woman takes some time examining the dragon. She can't seem the stump from where she is stand, but notes that the dragon was moving well enough and didn't appear to be in a great deal of pain. The blue light that illuminates the dark water reminds of the other one.

Her eyes can barely make out the black dragon, she does physically jump and gasp when he returns with a whole bunch of raw fish. She felt her stomach cringe when Fury eats a fish whole uncooked. She supposed that would taste good to a dragon? Or maybe they didn't have tastebuds? The blue eyes went back to the ivory dragon when she turned to the pile of raw fish and didn't take any, to Thia, the dragon looked puzzled almost.

"Um....is she going to bite me if I look her over?" She didn't exactly mean to talk but it would be nice if she could work on her and be done with this. The injuries looked somewhat fresh, the longer she waited she was kind of worried about some sort of infection setting in.

[Sorry for the inactivity yesterday was the fourth and today's my brother's birthday so been a little busy with that and work.]

Thia remained a silent and fearful observer while staring up at the dark dragon, her attention flickered over to the man as he shockingly step up beside the dragon. He moved causally as if he always had his...pet jump on unarmed and terrified women. She couldn't keep her attention on him long, the black dragon was making very violent sound. She noticed that he had some injuries on his body nothing serious but there.

Even now her mind was working and formulating plans on how to treat the wounds on the dragon's body. Thia felt bad for the dragon, but at the same time was utterly terrified of it. Her thought process was shattered when the man began to talk to the dragon? He spoke as if he were talking to a person? Were dragons smart enough understand their speech? Her fear bit by bit washed itself down a drain as these questions filled her mind to the brim with curiosity. She leaned her head back just tad to look at the Sky, she apparently, looks a lot like the one standing over her. The same breed?

Thia found it a little easier to breath once the black dragon stepped away from her she went to sit up although any hope of fleeing was dashed away from a strong grip wrapped around her arm. It wasn't painful per-say but it was comfortable either. She ignores the tears that fell from her eyes and flinched when he moved her dress to look at her leg. A flush of heat and embarrassment touched her cheeks as her first instinct was to kick out and run away. But she was confident enough to act out on her thoughts and the man in front of her was enormous compared to her, she didn't think she could fight him even if she wanted to.

"I-I-I-I don't know," she bit into her cheek to keep her stutter in check. "It was like that when I wo-wo-woke up here." Her chin quivered as she took a shaky hand and wiped away her tears. She wanted to know if she could leave but as afraid as she was of dying something pulled at her to help Sky. "Please don't let him hurt Sky."

Even if she was still a little afraid of her, the dragon was the only one she could count on and she really didn't want to see anyone hurt here.

"I can help your....friend." She nearly said pet but felt that was rude seeing she didn't see Sky as anyone's pet so she doubted the black one was anyone's either. "He's hurt right? I know how to heal him." She was grasping at straws here but anything to keep the peace.

Ravenna

I was a little ecstatic with the fact that I had gotten the piebald to let go of the arm, in my head my exit strategy was solid. It was supposed to be a twist of the ear and then slide off her back, hopefully avoiding any stray hoofs, and move out of range of the piebald. I've now found recently that things in my head work better than they do in reality. I couldn't get off her, the second I pull at her ear she bucks like a madman. I'm stuck digging my fingers into her mane and leaning all my weight against her body just to stay on. The bucking stops and I really should have gotten off, however, I was kind of dazed so I didn't get down.

Then we were moving away from the others. She is fast. Her strides eat the sand, the rush of speed bursts through me like bubbles popping on the surface of water. The wind tears across my face harshly, I can feel tears sliding down my cheeks as it stings my eyes. The Capaill nothing like horses, they looked like them and walk like them, but they are not them. All of a sudden she smells overwhelmingly of the sea. Not of the beach, which is what most people think is the odor of the sea. Not of seaweed, or of salt, but of your head beneath the surface, breathing water, lungs full of the ocean. As we charge across the sand, the magic in her calls to me, insidious. Her pulse hums through me. Lulling me to trust. Compelling me to join her in the sea. Everything in me says to abandon the struggle. Fly with her into the water and it scares me.

I can feel the muscles that work as she runs and I think that she'll run out of island before she runs out of steam. I can hear the way the ocean lapping at her hoofs as she leans her body every so slowly drawing closer and closer to the sea. She has reins I can't use them they're hanging out in front of her and to reach my hand out is to lose my fingers, I don't want to risk it. I'm not the type of girl who enjoys being rescued, normally the trouble I get myself into I can find a way out of, but in this current situation I wouldn't mind a certain someone on a handsome crimson stallion to come to my aid, I would happily take that as payment for saving his arm. I push myself off the Piebald's back so that I am not leaning into her, she smells like raw meat and blood. It's hard but I jab one of my bare heels into her side while giving her mane a rather vicious tug to keep her away from the water.

I've drowned one time in my life it wasn't pleasant or pretty like in movies or stories, it was ugly, horrible, and left me hospitalized for some time. I've never learned to swim because of that. I refuse to go through that again, this time I don't have my mom here to save me either. This is not how I wanted to experience riding a Capaill uisce, I wanted to see the white one not this speed demon. As the sound of her hoofs splashing against water grows the more panic I become. I seriously don't want my deathbed to be on the back of this horse drowning, I can practically hear my father's voice in the back of my head telling me 'I told you so' as he stares down at my corpse. He had told me not to go back to mother's island, it killed her and he swore it would kill me too. I feel like I finally understand what his cryptic warning meant.

Ravenna

I really hope not all Capaill Uisce are like this one, Rhydian made controlling them look easier than it really is. I can hear the sound of the hooves skimming the water and getting deeper the closer she drives herself into the sea. I have no idea why she's not just jumping into the sea like in the stories I've heard about them, maybe this one a sadistic? The feeling of the cold sea water splash against my leg makes squeeze them tighter around her flank. There's a song humming in my head, not one I know nor recognize but it's one that makes me think that's it fine throwing myself into the sea like this, to just give up everything and fall with her. It's really not a good idea but it's starting to sound better the longer I'm on her back.

I am jerked out of my thoughts as the mare tosses her head up nearly creaking it against my nose. I have to sit up quickly and see the bigger mare running alongside us. I am not sure what she's doing and so lean farther away from her, I do scream when she lunges and catches my arm in her mouth. I can't tell if it's because of the speed or the pressure but being yanked like that hurt a lot. I could feel tears pooling in my eyes, but ignore the pain in favor of the relief of being set on the ground. I can't help but soak up the feeling of pure relief so I nearly forgot about the other mare.

I jumped a little when her head butts against me. I am back on my feet in no time, catching her eye with a startled one in my own, there is something in the back of my head I want to say it but my mouth can't form the word. It almost feels reassuring. I just manage to keep myself from screaming by biting down on my lip as I am hoisted from the ground unexpectedly and onto another back. This one is broader, red and much much higher. I don't need to guess who it is. Nausea punched me in the gut and I rapidly wrapped my hands around the arm that tethered me to the horse's back like a lifeline. We were up really high and moving, I didn't have motion sickness and have spent half my life on a back of a horse, but this was different.

I admit I feel more grounded with the arm around my waist, like the steel arm that is placed over you when on a rollercoaster, but am greatly uncomfortable. I pulled my hands away from his arm as if stung or burned when I see the blood dripping down his hand. That's right, he had gotten bitten. I wanted to look at it, but I didn't dare pull the sleeve from his arm. I couldn't help but flinch slightly and stiffen as he pulled me closer and constricts his grip. It didn't hurt, but I wasn't used to very much physical contact from others. I've had this distant no touching rule installed after the loss of my mother, so being so close to him was seriously setting my nerves on end. He felt like his horse, all muscles, and strength. He's too close, but considering I was on his horse I didn't think it was a good idea to bitch about it.

Corr slows down and I watch that deranged Pieblad get her wish as she is washed away by the sea. I don't think I ever want to see her again. I feel like I should be traumatized for life after that horse ride, but I know if it's left up to me I'll always find my way back to a horse. Corr is moving again, I think he's going slower but it doesn't stop my heart from racing in my chest. I press my hands against his withers lightly petting him, he doesn't feel like the Piebald and this helps keep me grounded. I notices my arm has an ugly looking bruise on it and pain radiates when I need to move it, but there is no blood and no broke bones so it can heal.

It doesn't like Rhydian wants to go this way if the way he's pulling on the reins is anything to go by. His horse doesn't seem to care as he takes us where he wants to go and that destination is to that ivory maned mare. She does not look as scary up here, then again up Corr's back I could understand why he was considered a King within the Races. As I watch her I find some very strange things going on in my head and my heart. It's hard to describe, it felt like seeing a close friend who's moved away for a while but has come back to you or sibling who's returned from some far off land. I was excited, delighted, and possibly a little giddy. That's when that forgotten thought jumped into my head. "Riley, that's her name." I tell myself. Why do I know this and feel so certain about it and why do I feel like we've know each other for years even though I just met her and in the most strangest way.

Ravenna

I felt a little like a fish out of water when the heads started turning and the eyes starting burning into my soul. It was the stormy gray ones that had me squirming the most, though. Corr was a giant amongst the stallions I've ridden back home. I've heard a lot of stories about this mountain of a horse back in the mainlands. Honestly, I don't think any of them do him any justice. He did not have tentacles hanging off his face, his body was no covered in slime and seaweed, and he didn't look like much of a killer from where I was at on his back. Perhaps I'm a little braver with this thought because Rhydian is directly behind me, but his eyes are possible one of the most intelligent I have ever seen in a horse. He isn't your average everyday stallion though. I find it hard to compare him to the Piebald, him and Thana were different.

I don't realize until he turns his head that I was leaning away from him. Okay, so maybe he was a little scary, yet the Piebald still wins as the one I fear the most. I feel a little like a hypocrite for being scared of him and not of Riley. I should be a little more cautious when it comes to a wild horse and possibly a little more fearful like I am with Corr. I am not though for some unknown reason I trust her. I don't trust a lot of people these days. Not my father, not my brothers, not the people I once called friends. I do trust Riley and I can't even find a proper reason why I do, it is just a feeling.

I squirm a little in Rhydian's grasp when I hear him talking aloud. I am overly confused as to why he's talking at all and to who I haven't asked or said anything to him. I slide my hands up along Corr's neck as the stallion stomps his hoof and makes a sound as if answer Rhydian? I really want to ask what was going on but Corr is in motion. I think he's going slower but it doesn't stop my heart from racing in my chest. I press my hands against his withers lightly petting him more to keep me grounded over anything else. I gaze in her direction, she seems as lost as I do. It was nice to know that I wasn't not the only one who had no clue what was going on.

"My name is not Mainlander, it's Ravenna." I snap at Rhydian with a roll of my pale eyes. I have no clue what the islanders have against people who come from the mainland. They don't seem to really like strangers, however, they let the tourists come all the time? I suppose everyone needs to make a living some how and these rare horses they that they get as well the race makes a great attraction. I only got here a few days ago, so I had a lot to learn about this island but I feel like it could become a place I could call home. There was a lot about my mother that I didn't know so hopefully this place would teach me about it. Who knows maybe I'll make a friend along the way?

"My mother, Siren Octavia, she was born and raised on this island." I tell him. Siren Octavia, my mother lived here and loved the capaill uisce. She told me countless stories about them and her wishes to be in the Scorpio Race just once. She didn't get to live out her dream, she got sick and had to be moved to the mainland where she met my father and settled down after having me. She died in a hospital bed not to long ago. It still hurt to remember but the pain will go away one day. "I want to ride in the Scorpio Races. It was her dream and I promised to fulfill it." I don't need to win it I just to be in it. Winning would be nice but not needed. I can't help but glance over at Riely, I was sure if I was on her I'd at least be allowed to ride on it.

—— Myths & Beasts ——

The deadliest killer is the one you can not see.

STAY LOW GO FAST

Introduction

This will eventually be a Quad relationship[in this case you can pick if you have a platonic or romantic feels for the characters over anything else] between four assassins. You can pick your gender despite what I have down, I don't mind if genders are changed. I am hoping by the end(if we get that far) of it all four assassin will come to love and rely on each other, kinda of like a family but at the same time not.

I'm expecting a lot of action, romance, some gore, drama, and anything else we might want to throw in here. This is definitely going to be more of a mature thread. I am expecting 2-4(2 for low muse) paragraphs or more a post, be advance as possible. Must have an imagination! Create plots, play minor characters or bad guys, keep the story rolling. I hate having to make everything happen on my own, I lose muse fast that way and will end up dropping the thread. My posts are sometimes a little lengthy, I don't expect you to always keep up with the length of my posts, if you can then more fun for me.

I am pretty relaxed on powerplay, just don't kill anyone else characters unless given permission. Ex:"Person1 grabbed Person2 by arm and pulled her down the hallway with them." I am fine with that, but nothing extreme. Keep it realistic and go ahead and swear if you'd like I don't really care. I'm hoping this will be fun for all of us.

KILL FIRST DIE LAST

Plot

Like a contagious virus, athletic and good looking girls and boys in their teens or younger start disappearing around the globe one after another. The masterminds behind these abductions are a pair of twin siblings, Lord M(Maximilian) and Lady R(Rosaline). The two siblings had planned to work together, but a fallout between them pit them against each other.

Both continue on with their plans to brainwash and train the kidnapped children into professional killers. After several years of gruesome training, 2 trainees from each organization stand at the top. From Lord M's organization, the Myths, Phoenix and Dragon. From Lady R's Organizations, the Beasts, Wolf and Tiger. The four are most notorious and sought out assassins in the world, the Myths are the enemies of the Beasts and vise versa. Although often working in pairs, both duos are split up to take on their own missions that all connect.

A corporation called the Brotherhood of Violence has recently formed, consisting of international drug Kingpins known as America's Mad Hatter, Taiwan's Steel Viper, Thailand's Little Jimmy, Holland's Scar, and Japan's Savage. The Brotherhood have started blackmailing the whole Underworld. Their alliance has made quite a disturbance in the crime world, so much so that other criminals have paid both assassin organizations a great deal of money to get rid of the brotherhood. In order to ensure that the jobs are done correctly, the Lord and Lady set out their best, having the assassins split up and each given a target.

The four find themselves in East Asia, Wolf hunting Mad Hatter, Tiger hunting Steel Viper, Phoenix hunting Little Jimmy, and Dragon hunting both Scar and Savage. Tiger and Phoenix's missions go off without little trouble, but they can't say the same for their partners.

Wolf manages to kill the target, but their identity is compromised when a mother and her children see Wolf's face and the assassin is unable to kill them in cold blood. In a matter of hours Wolf's face is all over the place, not only are the authorities looking for them, but Lady R has a hit out on Wolf, offering a large sum of money to whichever to whomever kills Wolf. With no one left to turn to, Wolf seeks out the help of their long time partner, Tiger. The two decided that the only way to stay safe and start a new life is to take out the organization after Wolf, which means taking out Lady R. But the two going to need some help, which comes in the form of two former enemies.

Dragon''s mission becomes half complete, she manages to kill Scar but is fatally injured and must flee, unable to take out Savage. By the time Phoeix finds her, the damage that was done to her becomes irreversible. Fearing for they're partner's life, Phoenix takes her to hide out within a home of a mute older woman they've used as a base before. Upon calling Lord M, Phoenix finds out that they are expandable. Dragon''s failure to kill Savage has caused some trouble for M, and so he has decided to "take out the trash". Phoenix has orders to kill Dragon on sight, making Phoenix refrain from telling M about already finding their partner or about the injuries.

With Savage and his men after her, and now M orders to kill her, Phoenix stays with Dragon to nurse her back to health, struggling with telling Dragon of Lord M's orders and remaining loyal to Lord M, Phoenix is lost on what they should do. To make matter's worse, the Myths rivals and enemies show up, with a proposal about taking out both assassin organizations. The four's loyalty and trust will be tested, and they might even find love in the most unexpected places.

ONE SHOT ONE KILL

Myths

Lord M: He is a very strict and stern man who treats his assassins as siblings. The ones he kidnapped he brought to a remote island to train and then pitted the top ten against each other in an arena until only two of them remained, his top two the Dragon and Phoenix.

NOT LUCK ALL SKILL

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Lady R: She plays the part of a loving and caring mother to her assassin, but in truth is one of the most cold blooded and sadistic women out there. She trained her assassins in an underground facility, instead of having the top ten fight each other she had her assassin run through different training exercises, killing them off one by one until only two remained, the Wolf and Tiger.

WE KILL THE LIGHT & OWN THE NIGHT

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