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Shadow Riders	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2206 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He woke up to a warm body pressing up against his own frame, a nose brushing underneath his ear and hot breath curling across it. Malik cracked one eye open and turned his head towards the source of heat. "Is it morning already?", he asked his voice hoarse from sleep. "Almost", Altair whispered back, naked and hovering above him kissing his neck and shoulder-blade since the other man was lying on his stomach. He took a deep breath in, goosebumps spreading over his skin due to the cold and he pushed closer still as he tried to steal some of Malik's body warmth.

The goats were bleating in the background.

Malik pushed himself off the ground and faced Altair as he laid on his back, his Eagle straddling his lap and leaning down meeting his lips in a kiss. His hand stroke over Altair's back, following his spine until his fingers curled in Altair's short hair above his neck. He groaned softly as his tongue invaded his mouth, lips parting almost -almost!- eagerly, his hips rolling underneath Altair's. "We go into the mountains today", he whispered breathless as they separated, their foreheads touching and Altair nodded, lips still parted as he kissed a line down to Malik's collar.

"Altair..."

They didn't have time for this – Altair knew that. They never did but that didn't stop him from worshiping the man's body whenever he got the chance. It pained him deeply kissing him like that, feeling Malik's skin underneath his fingers when he followed every bump and small depression, feeling Malik's muscles working when he shuddered with desire. It paned him deeply to know it could never be more like this, that it would only take a few more minutes and one of them would change back. He looked up when Malik cupped his face making him meeting his gaze. "Don't do anything foolish today."

Altair blinked at him his eyes growing innocent. "What foolish thing should I do?", he pondered quietly.

"We might be already at the end of our journey – if it's true what the villagers say, Let's not do anything rash", he murmured softly, pulling Altair back down to place a small kiss to the corner of his mouth, warm air crawling over his face.

"He will die by my blade", he said as he withdraw from Malik, sitting up on his hips and looking down on him, the muscles in his jaw and shoulders tensing.

"If I won't kill him beforehand", Malik smirked up at him, offering Altair a lopsided grin even though it was shallow and empty as the first rays of a newborn sun fell through the stable's cracks. Only a few more minutes – that's all they really wanted but it was too much to ask for. They didn't have the day just as much as they didn't have the night. All they had were the shadows between day and night.

"I doubt it", Altair said and sat back climbing off of Malik's lap. He traced his fingers along Malik's hips relishing the last moment of touch, the feeling of skin against skin before it would turn into nothing more but a memory.

He sat for a little while longer the sun falling through the open window and warming his face and he closed his eyes leaning his head back. The sky had turned from a deep black into a depressing gray – a new day was there and Altair opened his eyes looking to his side at the wolf sitting in the hay.

"Move your hairy ass", he murmured softly although a smile was tracing his lips as he patted Malik's back and he sat up with a huff, revealing the cloth lying forgotten underneath him. Altair grabbed them, putting them on – this was easier than keeping your own clothes, they simply shared even though Malik's were a bit to loose around his shoulders and waist but it did the trick and kept him from walking around naked. He stretched as he stood up, his bones popping loudly as they snapped back into their places and Altair rolled his head from one side to the other. He quickly gathered their belongings and whistled softly once he was done. Malik had watched him lazily, his head resting on his front paws but now his ears rose and he followed him suit.

Altair opened the door and carefully peered around the edge to see if anybody was out there who could watch them leave. Something wet touched his palm and he looked down, Malik was nudging him urging him to move. "Patience now", he told him and placed two fingers over the wolf's snout pressing lightly to hold him back. When he was sure that it was alright for him to walk across the courtyard he stepped outside only to stop dead within his tracks.

"I thought I better check to see if he really left – I didn't expect finding you instead."

Altair's eyes slowly turned to watch Malik still sitting in the stable's shadows, a knife held tightly to his throat and the steal threatening to eat its way into his skin. He swallowed hard and the blade scratched over his Adam's Apple.

"Who are you and where is he?" It was that woman again, the one Malik had talked to the evening before. He knew that it'd been a mistake staying for so long waiting for him and Malik to change back – but to be honest it'd been worth it and he would've almost smiled as he could still taste Malik on his lips.

"I have no idea what you're talking about", he said softy and turned towards her but the knife never left his throat. He was getting tired of this, of her, of the winter and the fucking people living in these lands.

"I didn't know you were two", she said, "so where's your friend?" She slowly pushed out of the shadows, her arm outstretched as she held the knife close to his throat eying him over the blade.

Altair whistled again and Malik was lifting his heavy body off the ground, his head low between his shoulders and he shuffled lazily towards him, standing next to Altair's frame and the man put his hand on top of his head, scratching him behind one ear lovingly. "It's just us", he told her, watching how her eyes went wide with fear and he grinned smugly at her, satisfied with her reaction.

"That's... a wolf", she breathed slowly and for a split second the hold she had of her knife wasn't as steady as before but she caught herself quickly and Altair arched one eyebrow at her, impressed.

"Well it seems your eyesight is quite perfect – that's indeed a wolf. Mine wolf. And he doesn't like it when somebody's pointing a weapon at me. Not. One. Bit." Malik didn't look very interested as he sat back, his head tilted to one side as he watched a chicken running over the ground. He huffed then and lowered himself onto the ground lying on his side in the snow, tongue hanging out between his fangs and he... yawned.

Altair forced his facial expression into a neutral one as he watched the woman who was starting to smile. "I see – such a wild beast", she chuckled and slowly walked around Altair, her knife never leaving its position until she reached Malik, crouching down next to his side and scratching him underneath his chin. His leg twitched and his eyes closed as if he was enjoying it. What a traitor.

"It's such a pity a beautiful creature like him has to travel with such a smug bastard", she murmured, her fingers vanishing in Malik's thick fur, her eyes resting firmly on Altair's frame.

"If he continues behaving like this I won't travel much longer with him", he muttered underneath his breath and Malik made a long satisfied sound, craning his neck to offer her fingers more access.

"Good for him then", she grinned smugly at him before she sat up again, her smile slowly dying on her lips. "Now... your friend. The assassin. Where is he." She quickly turned back to business.

"Not here", he told her and she glared angry at him, taking a step forwards until the tip of the blade met the skin of his throat and he could feel how it cut him. Malik lifted his head next to his side looking up at her and Altair could tell she was about to lose her patience.

"I could kill you any second so you better start showing some manners", she ordered and Malik growled. Her eyes fell down on him, watching how he slowly put his body into motion taking his stand next to Altair's side and he would have almost rolled his eyes – this was about time to remember who he belonged to!

"I mean you as much harm as my friend did. There's no need for you to pull your weapon on me", he assured her, taking slowly a step back as Malik went one forwards. The woman stood still. "I was about to leave. I didn't take anything from you - you can go and look, your goats are still there. I don't want food or anything else from you", he explained to her, his voice gentle and each letter rolling softly over his tongue. Her body was rigid and her hand ever so slightly shaking and it was now that Altair really watched her. When she walked she was limping, pulling her right foot behind. There was a scar on her throat and he could only see it now because her scarf got loose, revealing some of her pale skin. The flesh was red and padded – this wasn't some old scar but a new one, maybe only a year old. Her clothes were old and torn at most places, the skin on her fingers dry and chapped. These animals were probably all she had and he assumed hunger was a constant companion for her from how thin and worn out she looked.

"I won't harm you", he said again and clicked with his tongue, calling Malik back and the wolf sat back down again, snow clinging to his long fur. "But if you don't lower that knife he will kill you if you make a move to harm me."

She frowned at him and he could see the thoughts rotating inside her head as she weighed all of her options – she wouldn't have a chance against a wolf, she knew that. Malik would be too fast, too strong for her to fight him off. She could harm him with the knife but he could bite off her hand and be done with her in only a few seconds – and he would if it was needed.

"Where are you from?", he asked her as she slowly put the knife away. "You're skin is far too pale as if you could be from here."

"The Island", she said and her look grew distant and her voice cold. She wrapped her coat tightly around her shoulders and met Altair's gaze. He didn't ask any further – her eyes told him everything he needed to know.

"You're one of them", Altair noticed and looked down between their bodies watching how she shifted her weight as if she was nervous. "I should have known. You don't see Whiteskins often anymore in these days."

"No you don't", she barked at him and he thought he could see tears glistening in her eyes but maybe it was only bright light reflecting from the snow causing them to water. "Thanks to your new king", she spat the last word to his feet.

"He's not my king", he said and pulled Malik's clothes tightly around his shoulders pushing the scarf over his mouth and nose as the air was cold and cutting into his skin like razorblades. He reached for the cowl and pulled it deep into his face as well. He was ready to go and wouldn't waste any more of his time talking to that woman. He could be polite if he wanted to – he could make conversation if he wanted to. But she had lowered her knife, no longer threatening to slit his throat so his business with her was done. "And this is not a conversation we're going to have", he noted and pointed one finger at her and he noticed how she looked at his missing finger for a split second.

"So you're his Brother – an assassin as well", she stated dryly.

"We once were", he said quietly his voice distant and hoarse, nodding swiftly and trying to walk pass her but she put her hand on his forearm, keeping him by her side. "If you want to hunt in the mountains you won't have any luck. The pass is snowed in. It seems you have to wait until spring", and she cocked her head to one side in a mocking manner.

Altair gritted his teeth his eyes moving over to the mountaintops, quickly scanning them and yes, there were new layers of snow covering them much to his dismay. This was unacceptable. "No – I would say it only seems as if I have to find another way then", taking his arm away from her hand, starting to walk again and leaving new footprints in the freshly fallen snow.

"That I doubt", and he could basically hear the smirk in her voice and turned around facing her once more. She stood there, knife still in her hand, arms crossed in front of her chest cheeks and nose red from the cold. An amused smile was playing around her lips making her look smug. "There were many who tried to pass the mountains by walking off the roads and in the end it was always me finding their corpses. You either wait till spring or-"

"Or?", he cut through her words. He was the one growing impatient now, the sun was continuing climbing the sky and the day was all they had.

"Or... I could show you a way", she offered, smiling bitterly sweet at him.

"No", was his quickly answer and Malik nudged his hand with his nose, huffing at him. "No!", Altair said again looking sternly at the wolf and again, Malik nudged his hand, biting lightly into his fingers. "Stop eating me", Altair growled. "I said no and that's it."

"Very well then", she walked pass him heading towards her small house. "It was nice meeting you and I hope for your sake you'll find a quick death then. Maybe your wolf makes the better choice and stays behind." She bounced a little with every step, her hands crossed on her back, her fingers rubbing over the knife's hilt. She seemed like as if she was enjoying this far too much and that was exactly the reason why Altair refused to accept her help. He didn't like standing in somebody's debt and he certainly didn't want to own her anything – not at all.

Altair huffed, staring at her back before he rolled his head looking up into the sky, taking a deep breath in.

No. Just no.

Altair had made up his mind, turning his back to her and started walking through the snow and towards the mountains. It only took a few seconds for him to realize something was missing and when he stopped and turned he saw Malik still sitting near the stable his blue eyes burning into him.

He whistled sharply but the wolf didn't move.

He put one hand onto his waist and tapped his foot in an annoyed manner, pointing with his finger at the ground in front of him.

Malik didn't move.

He pointed again, his face slowly turning into an angry mask and still, Malik refused to follow. In the end Altair gave up and crossed the small distance between them. He stopped right in front of the wolf. "What?", he growled darkly and Malik turned his head towards the small farm, the woman still standing in front of her door watching them with mild amusement. It seemed like as if he forgot how stubborn Malik could be and Altair wiped his face with one hand, rolling his eyes and growling at him.

"Alright you big furball", he muttered underneath his breath and waved at the woman as he started walking up to her. She held her chin high as he approached her, a smile standing on her lips which he wanted to wipe off. Ugh, he hated asking for help and he especially hated asking her for help.

Altair nodded, "Can you lead us then?", he pondered and she leaned forwards one hand coming up to cup her ear.

"Say what again? I think I didn't hear you correctly... meat? What meat?"

Altair pressed his lips to a thin fine line as his gaze washed over her face. "Don't test my patience woman", and she laughed at him.

"I will lead you, assassin, but don't think my help comes for free."

"What is it you want then?"

"For now? All I want is your name", and she crossed her arms in front of her chest once more, leaning with her back against her door.

"Altair", he said, his jaw working as he gritted his teeth.

"Very well then, Altair", and she smirked as she rolled the 'r' in his name. "You may call me Maria."
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