The Heartwood Night Whispers

Of course the young boy did not look seem thrilled by the notion. But the near-black Gamma thought it necessary to train another of his kind. It was in his blood to raise and train assassins. If the boy did not wish to continue his lessons so be it, but Kaname was much more adept at the art of secret murder than the youngling.

"You prefer poisons to up-close murder."he said, more to himself than anything. Kaname himself liked, no, adored sneaking up to his targets and ripping into their throats so they could not cry out as they died. Sometimes the client asked for something more creative, and he loved to think of those as well. A push off a cliff, dozens of tears in the body to look like a cougar attack, et cetera. "But you must still learn how to kill your enemies with your own paws. You will never know when you're going to use that skill."