Posted on 日曜日, 2月 24, 2013 with 65 リアクション tags: #2pfemamerica
Feliciano Vargas, Assassin of the brotherhood, was on his next mission, his crimson red hood covered his waving auburn locks as he raced from building to building. He was light, and even lighter on his feet when he swiftly climbed and raced through the city of Venice. The day was particularly nice since there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the air scented with the sand on the ground and the fresh air. The sounds of guards yelled his name and continued to throw rocks and tragically miss making him chuckle softly.
The Italian smiled looking away from the guards jumping to the next roof to see a woman in Assassin’s atire as well climbing up the roof of the building. He screeched knocking into her and making the two of them plummet from the building. In a quick instant, Feli clenched onto the roof of the building making him wince from the texture of the building rubbing against his fingers. He grabbed onto the unknown woman’s hand and whimpered softly.
He grunted as he lifted the woman up and made her hang off the building, “Shh..!” He hushed her pressing his stomach against the building as the guards quickly ran past the allie way. The Italian let out a huff of relief and dropped to the ground letting his clothing flutter gracefully till her hit the dirt covered ground. He glanced up to the woman seeing the Creed symbol around her waist, giving a small nod waiting for the other to come down.