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Staring across the beautiful city of Venice, Shaun wrapped his arms around himself, eyes closing. "You are uncomfortable with this?" Leonardo sat down on the edge of the roof with him. Shaun brought his feet up to rest on the lip of the roof, his folded arms resting on top. "You know...any other given situation I'd be asking you for your autograph. Your work always amazed me, even as a little boy." Mouth twisting into a wry smile, Shaun looked across at the painter. "Seems a bit...uncouth now you've made me into a vampire." Leonardo chuckled, and pulled a pad of paper out of his pocket, scribbling down on it. He tore the top sheet off, and

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Ezio almost tripped while running through the park. He didn't care about anything that would normally catch his attention – even if it was only because of him. The birds were chirping loudly, singing the same songs as always. He would stop on their way home, just to look skywards and watch them fly above their heads. Ezio would chuckle and tell him to not stay behind or they would be outside even after the sun had set. But truth be told, he wouldn't really mind staying a bit longer with him. Children were running around, shouting and laughing. He would just smile at them and tell Ezio that he was looking forward to having children hims

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Malik had never been that close to being caught by the guards before. And inwardly he cursed Altair in every language he had been taught as a child. The goddamn novice hadn't shown up even after the ringing of the bells of the city had died down completely, the guards thinking that the assassin had left the city already. They had grown less alerted by now, not walking around with their swords in their hands. Despite all of that, Malik was still mad at Altair. Because of the Eagle, he had left the bureau to look after him, walking around half of Jerusalem. He finally found him in a corner, acting as if he was a sleeping beggar, the guards ig

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The younger man faced his Master in the courtyard of Masyaf stonily. His eyes followed the movements of the black-robed man pacing before him. The Assassin could tell the Master was angry and displease. Altair had failed to retrieve the Templar treasure for him. Malik had done so at the cost of his arm and brother Kadar. And then had accused Altair of causing it all. He had told to his face that Altair had violated the Creed and the tenets. Altair, who lived and breathed the Creed with his very skin. He’d been hurt deeply but had not shown it. This was how far he and Malik had drifted apart. “Tell me, Altair, do you know why it is

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Ezio knew he was going to miss. He knew that with certainty when he felt his shoulder give and staggered, gasping. His sword dropped from his hand as he clutched at the arrow half buried in his shoulder. He watched it all happen in slow motion, in utter disbelief. He'd not known the archers were anywhere near. Had had no inkling that there were archers at all. He gritted his teeth, fingers slick with blood, as he glared at the soldiers who moved closer weaving their weapons back and forth in menacing arcs. The Assassin fought like a feral beast, winded or not, injured or not. He was a handful and that was no mistake. Estefano Reggio swore as

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My Dumb Pretty Boy

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Published: Nov 26, 2011

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This is a really old picture of my husky, Neko. As you guys know, he passed away due to kidney failure a few months ago and I wanted to cry when I saw this photo. I miss Neko so much and even though we have a new puppy, Spot, no dog can ever replace Neko.

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