He was standing amidst a group of bodies, men, woman, and children. His Necblades dripping the crimson blood of the bodies at his feet, his fur and armor stained in the same life blood. His breathing was heavy and labored his body sporting several wounds some bleeding rather profusly, his own dark black blood running down his arms and dripping off the handles of his blades. The large purple colored steel of his Necblades were stained crimson and black from the blood of his victims and his own. His eyes were closed as the pain going through his body was emense but was overridden by the sorrow and pain in his heart, this was a simply mission. He was to kill the mayor of this small town and be gone before anyone even knew he was there, he had lost control of the situation and the entire town had attacked him. He was new, this was his first mission, it was simple he was told. "Just kill the man in the large house at the end of the main street" he was told, this was his entrance test, if he came back alive and his target was dead they would allow him to join the Necrohood. A guild of Necro's like himself, jackal and wolf half breeds that were an abomination to there respective two halves. The pure blood jackles wanted nothing to do with them and the wolf packs didnt recognize there canic rights and shuned them. The only thing left for his kin was either as a sell sword or as an assassin which he had chosen the role of assassin as he had always had a nack for getting in and out of places without being seen. This however, was a jagged wound in his heart that he knew he would never be able to heal. He then plunges his blades into the ground and drops to his knees ignoring the wounds on his body not even feeling the pain anymore. He places a clawed paw into the pool of a nearby child's body, and looks at the sticky crimson liquid feeling his heart almost stop. he then places his paw to his chest and lets the crimson blood soak into his fur forever staining it. It was at that moment that he forever swore never to relive this moment, from now on he would train and better himself until he was good enough that he could be in and out and only his target would lay cold. 

Two and a half years later, he finds himself in the high rafters above a council chambers looking down at his target. A dragon by the name of O'keno who was his target, he never asked what they had done or why they were targeted. He simply took the job and did as was requested, he moves silently over the rafters until he was overtop of the dragon who was leaning over a table yelling at his advisors about something in another language. He reaches into his satchel and pulls out a small clear vial that held a long spool of silk inside of it. He pours the silk into his paw and uses his claws to streighten it out so he could hold it in front of him and slowly lower it down into the room. Since it was silk it was almost invisible and no one was paying attention to anything other than the map layed out before them as plans were made and orders given. He continues to lower the thread down until it was right over top of his target's cup that held a sweet drink made from a mix of honey and flowers. Once the thread was in place, he ties it off on the rafter in front of him and lets it go, the thread hanging, the vial had a form of starch in it that made the thread stiff so it wouldnt move in the wind if there was any as long as it wasnt blown directly on. After securing the vial that held the thread he pulls out another vial that held a colorless liquid, 'Savonlite' a deadly poison that a drop could kill a human, two could kill any of the higher species and three could kill a dragon. He places the vial to the thread and tilts it the liquid slowly dripping out and hitting the thread sticking to it and starting to slide down, within moments there were two more drops on the same course as the first all three drops running down the thread and dripping into the large cup. He then begins to pull the thread back up until it was spooled in front of him. Securing the thread in his satchel he sits back on the arch of his feet and watches, waiting for his target to take a drink. The large loud dragon barks something that sounded like a curse word before sitting down huffing hard. He smiles as the extra breathing and fast beating hearts would make the poison work that much faster, the dragon grabs the mug and takes a long drink downing the entire contense of the mug before slamming it down. He was already moving out of the raftors and climbing back out onto the roof and heading away. In moments the dragon was laying on the ground not moving, his murderer already gone into the night like a specter.