Liberty For Wolves Is Death To The Lambs

[Indie RP blog for TOKW Ratonhnhaké:ton. May contain NSFW content, mun and muse are both over 18.] "My name is Ratonhnhaké:ton or Connor Kenway, as most of you know used to know me as. In the name of liberty, I will fight the enemy regardless of their allegiance. While men of courage write history of this day, the future of our land depends on those who are truly free. Am I the only one to oppose and stand against the King?" Assassins Creed 3 Character by: Ubisoft Tyranny of King Washington DLC M!A: N/A. Tracking Tag: okwahoratohnhaketon

[nyiro]

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[wolfkinwarrior]

A young woman with dark hair is wandering around in the forest, looking and gazing at the sights around her.

“Excuse me, may I be of help? You seem lost.”

[wolfkinwarrior]

"This was all too real to be a dream..."

[dominusmens-deactivated20130724]

“And how exactly are you going to fight without weapons? Beat them to death with your fists?” Lupo imagined the thought and forced the laughter back, it looked quite ridiculous, especially with the outfit he was adorned in. He removed the sword on his back and tossed it to the other man.

“There is two outside the door but there are men on patrol around the perimeter. Every ten minutes they are at the front of the building. There’s about five soldiers in the patrolling group, and two standing by the entrance of the building. I was never the one for direct approach, so I snuck from the ceiling.”

Lupo pointed to the ceiling, then looked back at the other. “But there is a man on patrol up there now. The safest way for an exit to by the sewers. Unless you want to be killed.”

[wolfkinwarrior]

It was practical, yes, but if the Mohawk needed to beat a man down by his own fists he would be more than happy to do so. Though he did not have a chance to speak anything of it as the other threw a sword towards him. Raising his hand and catching the weapon by its handle, the warrior eyed it carefully, trying to remember the last time he had used such a weapon. Either way, he would make due. "Thank you," he said firmly and gave a nod as he tore his gaze away from the sword and to the man who stood before him.

Listening attentively, he tried to map out the area in his mind. The two of them taking on those patrol's would not be easy but he believed it would not result in their death. Taking his gaze to the ceiling, however, a smirk curled to the Mohawk's lips. "A single man would be no problem," looking back at the other once more, he narrowed his eyes, "do you even know where the sewers may lead? It would be foolish to travel so blindly. Where exactly is the sewers entrance, anyways?"

[wolfkinwarrior]

Coming Across an Old Friend. || itsnotbecauseimfat

[itsnotbecauseimfat-deactivating]

“All things considered, I think we will be worrying about Bluecoats no matter what we do.”  The officer would put everyone on high alert, Kanen was sure.  Soldiers would be crawling all over the streets and rooftops.  Despite that, they had to try.  This might be their only window to do so for a very long time.  ”I do not know his name, but…there is a man who lurks near the docks.  Rumor has it that the Mad King banned him from his own ship; why, I do not know.  However…I am sure if we were to help him take it back, he would help us to return the favor.”

Truth be told, Kanen would be surprised if that man was still alive.  If Washington was angry enough with him to take his ship…He shook his head.  If he kept thinking about that, he may second-guess finding this man.  ”He likes the drink, so we will most likely find him close to the tavern near the docks.  His name, I may not have, but his face, I cannot mistake.”  

[wolfkinwarrior]

Ratonhnhaké:ton gave a quick nod and gestured for Kanen to lead the way. He only hoped this man would be where his friend had stated, otherwise, his outrageous plan would go astray. Placing this must trust into his friend was the only thing he could do at the moment. It was why he had agreed to letting him come along with his hunt to end Washington. Although, he could not help but feel a bit of remorse for placing his friend in the way of danger.

"This man, how do you know of him?" Come to think of it, how did Kanen escape from the burning of their village? Shaking his head and those dark thoughts away, he did not dare to ask. This was all too confusing, as is, he did not need to cause himself anymore agony knowing the worse. "The tavern... it would be consumed with Bluecoats, correct?"

[wolfkinwarrior]

Fuckin' Up the Frontier. || assassins-blood-templars-beliefs

[masterhaytham-deactivated201310]

When his son looked away from him and stared at the ground, he was tempted to chide him, knowing that he should act with more pride than what he was currently. It was difficult for him to understand, knowing that he obviously worried for Haytham’s well being, but it wasn’t the point. They both had their respective jobs to do here and they should do instead of bickering about who left, who stayed and so forth. Dropping his hand back to his side, he met his gaze as he finally lifted his head and nodded in response.

As the Mohawk man went onto explain his terms, he tried his best to repress a chuckle at the mention of bluecoats rather than redcoats but failed miserably and it wasn’t long until he settled himself back to his stony, impassive demeanour as he digested the information that was presented to him. “Where are the redcoats? Are they still here? Is there any point in trying to liaise with them and gaining their support or are they completely eradicated?” He asked, formulating a plan of action in his mind. “As for your problem walking the streets, do not worry. I am currently elusive and they don’t know of my ties to you. I may be able to sneak past where you cannot if you require me to, but if you honestly want to know what I think?”

He paused, sighing heavily, knowing that he wished it had never gotten to this point. “We’re at war, Connor. And maybe it’s just me and you, but we can’t stand by and let this happen. As you will know, I have served in the Army, during a war and so I’m familiar with what it can do to people, but we can’t rest on our laurels.” Raising his hand once more, hoping that he might finally shake in agreement, he continued, “Although it hasn’t escaped me that it is ironic that it would be us igniting such a revolution, I find that your terms are agreeable. If we must run. We will run together. But for now? We fight together.”

[wolfkinwarrior]

Ratonhnhaké:ton stared at his father with a strong sense of disgust the moment he began to burst out into laughter. He was not joking nor did he find any of this humorous. This was all rather frustrating and surreal, he did not need to be mocked because of it. Shaking his head and raise his hand as if to signal to command his father to stop, he closed his eyes and tried to suppress the anger brewing within him.

"Father, this is not the time for this," he huffed with a stern tone, "the Redcoats, if you find any, are scattered everywhere. Dead. None so far within the frontier have I scene alive. The ones I do see are left for the wolves. I have only made short and several trips to Boston, all of which it holds the same outlook for the Redcoats. New York... I have no clue what exactly I heard was going on there but the last I heard of it was that Washington was planning on heading there."

Heaving a stressful sigh, he dropped his hand back to his side and forced his eyes open, offering a soft glare for the former known Templar. Gazing down at his father's hand, he could not help but try and regain his composure. Surely he got on his bad side but... it was his father... that fact, though unbelievable, was true. Firmly grasping his father's hand, he shook it and let the ends of his lips slightly curl themselves upward. "We need to kill Washington, only then would this war end. For now, our only priority is finding him. We do not have time to waste on the Bluecoats. So father, using your expertise," he sarcastically stated, "where is it you believe we should start our journey?"

[hwoaarang]

Welcome to the new age

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[dominusmens-deactivated20130724]

“Well they can’t be alarmed if they are dead, but who knows. They multiplate,” he mumbled, beginning to walk towards the door.

Lupo pressed an ear on the door and listened to voices, unable to hear any breathing or chatter. It was strange, to have no one guarding the door.

“Do you have weapons?”

[wolfkinwarrior]

The Mohawk placed one of his hands onto his hip where is tomahawk would be, though he found himself grabbing for air instead of his weapon. Taking his gaze down to his forearm, he saw his bare skin where his hidden blade should have been. Heaving a stressful sigh, the warrior shook his head.

"I am afraid the Bluecoats have confiscated them. From the looks of it," he took his gaze to their surroundings, "it seems they are not anywhere nearby. However, it will not cease me to fight. We need to find them and then get out of here. How many soldiers were on the outside of that door before you entered?"

[wolfkinwarrior]

Welcome to the Tyranny Spirit. || thehomesteadisourhomeland

[thehomesteadisourhomeland-deact]

You do not have to do this. The stallion murmured, casting a side glance to the Mohawk, but that was the only feeble protest he gave in return. Stopping for a moment, his gaze breezing through the treeline, his nostrils flared as he took in the air’s scent. It isn’t far. You were quite close to it when I first encountered you, actually. I was preparing to chase you off when I found we could speak with one another. With that the stallion quickened his pace as much as he could without it overpowering him; the chill in the air was already signifying a setting sun and he didn’t want to be in the dark before they reached their destination — if not for himself, for the two-legged. 

  It took both a bit to trudge through the snow, which was turning orange in the sun, but Spirit immediately relaxed and even sported a good mood the moment he crossed into his herd territory. I would wait here, He warned to Ratonhnhaké:ton, My herd has become rather ill-tempered towards two-leggeds as of late. He took a few steps forwards, prepared to return, but the single four beat thrumming exploded through the trees, loud even through the snow. Rain. Spirit caught sight of her diving through the cover of the trees, ears pinned and infuriated. He shrunk back slightly at the sight of her exasperated state, but she bolted right past him and headbutted Ratonhnhaké:ton, knocking him into the snow. Man! She almost snarled at him, ready to strike, but Spirit grabbed a mouthful of her blonde mane and pulled her off of him with difficulty, the usual quiet of the forest interrupted by squealing and roaring.

See what I mean? The stallion grunted as he avoided a bite from the mare, who seemed to only get more flustered from being grabbed. He does not! He’s a man! She snapped, wrestling free from his grip with a well-aimed kick to his side.

[wolfkinwarrior]

Hearing a heavy pounding within the snow, the Mohawk immediately unsheathed his tomahawk, assuming the worst. Though the sight of another horse calmed his nerves and caused the warrior to relax. He thought the fellow creature was coming to greet Spirit. Though, with the oncoming mare making no hesitation to stop as she aimed right for Ratonhnhaké:ton, he did not know what to do besides stand there, frozen and dumbfounded. 

The next minute he found himself thrown once again into the snow. If it weren't for these horses constantly pushing him into it, he wouldn't be as cold as he was. Tightening the grip of his weapon, he readied himself as the mare prepared to attack. However, instead of flinching, he raised his weapon, making sure if she were to attack he would inflict some damage upon her as well.

Seeing Spirit pull her off, he gave a quick glare to the stud before lowering his weapon and quickly racing to his feet. "I see," he muttered as he flickered his glare to the paint. "It is alright," he stated softly, "I am not going to hurt you. There is no need to fear." Placing his tomahawk back within his belt, he straightened his stance as he softened his gaze. "You are from Spirit's herd, I assume. My name Ratonhnhaké:ton and you can learn to trust me. I have no desire to inflict harm on you. I was simply making sure Spirit returned safely."

[dominusmens-deactivated20130724]

Lupo raised both his brows. “I’m not even going to try and pronounce that,” he replied, stepping out of the way of the prisoners.

There was the mental war of saying his real name verses to his labelled one, but in the end a decision was quickly made before the other was suspicious.

“Raphael.”

[wolfkinwarrior]

"Raphael, that is your name?" He asked as he threw the keys onto the floor.

"We must leave here at once. I am sure they will be alarmed soon enough and I cannot get myself stuck in there again. Do you know where the closest exit lies?"

[wolfkinwarrior]

Coming Across an Old Friend. || itsnotbecauseimfat

[itsnotbecauseimfat-deactivating]

Once Kanen opened his mouth to say something, to object to such a risky plan.  There was so much that could possibly go wrong; they should have kept that man, instead of allowing him to flee and warn his comrades.  However, there was no denying that, if it did go as intended, Ratonhnhaké:ton’s plan would work beautifully.  If only there were not so many opportunities for failure…

Letting out a deep sigh, Kanen dropped his hands to his sides.  ”…very well, Ratonhnhaké:ton.”  What other choice did he have now?  He would have to trust his friend’s judgement.  Doing so had served him well in the past.  Now he could only hope that held up now.

[wolfkinwarrior]

It was more than apparent the distrust his friend held within his plan. Even Ratonhnhaké:ton would admit it is a bit too risky but have they killed the guard, that body would more than alarm patrol so either way, they would inevitably be screwed. Though he could not help but to begin to second guess his choice internally. But he would refuse to let Kanen see that. He needed to show his leadership even though at this point he felt alone.

Shaking off those dark thoughts, the Mohawk focused on the task at hand. "My friend, do you know anyone nearby who has a ship and crew? Someone would would be able to help us with our journey? We would need to move quickly and we do not have time to waste worrying about the Bluecoats."

[wolfkinwarrior]

Fuckin' Up the Frontier. || assassins-blood-templars-beliefs

[masterhaytham-deactivated201310]

“I don’t speak of it nonchalantly, I speak of it with acceptance,” he hissed, soon realising that he his ire was raising and gesturing with his arms for calm. With a deep breath and a moment of silence, he spoke once more. “You get to my age and you soon learn that death lurks around every corner, in every crevice, especially when you a lead a life such as ours despite our differences. It doesn’t mean that I don’t care, of course I care. It means that being fearful of it will only impact on our ability to fight,” he responded, doing his best to try remaining calm having realised the Mohawk was anything but serene at this present moment in time.

Tugging his coat further down and smoothing it out, he straightened up and listened to his other words eagerly. “And I was not one to suggest that we attack him directly. That isn’t my style and besides.. It would be foolish,” he offered with an air of arrogance and despite his demeanour, it also happened to be true. The Templar would much rather stay his hand in all situations if he thought it was a possibility to resolve it by other means, although as of late he was disappointed that his methods had become, for want of a better word, brutal.

As Connor moved onto the subject matter at hand and spoke of a power that he was given specifically, his brow furrowed in question, rather than expectation. It didn’t sound… Natural. Other than the land that seemed cursed and tainted, what he was talking of sounded inherently wrong and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was something to do with the Precursors although he knew it wasn’t wise to speak of it so openly. Ignoring most of his protestations, he focused on the latter half of his speech. “But of course, I will work by your side. You will get Washington.” He raised his hand and pointed at him in an act of defiance. “But I will not leave if you tell me to. I am my own man in that respect,” he commanded, opening his palm and extending it for a handshake.

[wolfkinwarrior]

His words spoke true but Ratonhnhaké:ton could not bare to hear them. He knew death, it surrounded him, it almost devoured him but by some miracle, it did not. Though he remained more careful ever since. Tearing his gaze away from his father, the Mohawk stared at the ground. His chest rapidly arose and fell as anger and anxiety swelled within him. Though he refrained from expressing them within his tone. "It would be best to avoid it at all costs," he murmured and forcefully stared at the man before him. It was short, simple, and to the point. He only hoped his father would heed those words.

However, stating how foolish it was to strike directly irked the warrior. He had run head on, carelessly, towards Washington the moment he found out the Mad King was the cause of his mother's death. He wanted revenge and because of that overwhelming amount of rage, it almost caused him his life. He would agree it would be foolish, then again, he would not mind doing it again with the power he had now obtained.

"So father, how do you suppose we shall do this? He is surrounded by Bluecoats and many men in power who serve their lives in order to protect his own. There is no way to sneak around them. Even if we did, you will not be able to. You do not have the power I withhold now. These men would kill you and not hesitate doing so knowing that you are working with me. I an notorious within the cities. Posters everywhere, civilians preaching for my arrest, I cannot walk down an alleyway without getting spotted. There is no way we can find a diverse way into his quarters. We must attack head on." Furrowing his brows, the Mohawk mimicked the point his father previously gave and held a much more stern tone as he continued to speak. "You may be your own man now but you asked to help me and with that leadership, I will not allow you to disobey my command. When I say leave, we leave, both of us, together, understood?"

[lordnightmare-deactivated201405]

On my rping

I don’t always feel like doing asks.

I don’t always feel like doing threads.

I can be selective with what asks I answer.

I can be selective with what threads I reply to.

I’m human and I get tired.

I’m allowed to do what I want since I do this for fun.

Please don’t be upset with me because I do this because this is how I have to do it. If I try to answer everything at once, I grow exhausted and start to hate something I love. So please don’t push me.

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