Base by: [link]
this is Ophir he is an elfin slave assassin
i had a whole idea on this for a story so here it is and i should be doing another doll with him that shows what his eyes look like
A young male climbed up to the sleeping kings window. He climbed the stone wall with ease though if anyone was near to see it they would think it was impossible. The male got to the kings window and looked into it making sure he was really sleeping.
He opened the window silently and slipped threw it. He was small which made it easy to move. He looked barely older then thirteen. His eyes looked over the room for a moment before he moved over to the bed. He looked at the sleeping king before he moved onto the bed. He was skilled and knew how to use his weight to make sure the king wouldn’t feel him on the bed.
He put his legs on either side of the king glad at these moments he had rather long legs. He looked down at the king and pulled out a dagger. He held it over the kings heart knowing this job was meant to be fast and simple. He watched the king for a moment before he went to sink the dagger into the mans heart.
The king awoke looking at the male. The male looked slightly shocked and went to stab the dagger down. The king moved fast kicking him off the bed and yelling for the guards. He got off the bed grabbing his sword and stood near the window knowing that would be one of the places the male would try to escape.
The male looked around and went to move to the door before jumping back when the guards burst into the room. They surrounded the small male watching him. The king ordered them to take him knowing he wished to know who put the price on his head,
Only the king saw the look of shear panic in the males eyes and was to late on telling the guards to stop him. The male knew he wasn’t going to get out of this and he knew he was not to be taken alive. He moved his hand fast stabbing the dagger into his stomach and pulled it slitting himself open. He knew even if the king got healers to save him the poison that was on the blade would surly kill him.
The king called for a healer, they worked for a few hours healing and sewing the young male up. The king moved him into his own bed wanting to keep an eye on him and not to have the guards hovering over them incase the male did wake up though the healers thought it doubtful with the poison that was on the blade.
In a way the king was shocked that such a young boy was sent to kill him though when he saw the boy was an elf he knew he could be much older then even him. He watched the light from the fireplace dance across the boys skin wondering what things he had been threw and if he would pull through this or if he would parish like he had wished to.
its long i know but READ IT! XD <3
oh title is because of what he does in the story
oh and he has a fever thats why his cheeks are redish