Tis' better to have loved and lost to have never loved at all.<br/><br/>Amozabel snorted from beneath his hood, one of his wolf ears twitching. He was glad that none of the humans had been watching him at that moment, lest he may have been caught.<br/>That phrase. He had always doubted every thought about it.<br/><br/>Amozabel used to have a love. She was a beautiful vixen, and was the perfect mate. The two loved each other so much that it was almost tangible.<br/>One day while Amozabel had been off working as an Assasin, his lover had been revelaed in public, to humans. They charged her, thinking she was a monster. Amozabel watched the horrible, bloody scene. His lover's body was twisted and mangled as he watched the scene, her fur matted with blood.<br/>That image would stain his mind and plague his thoughts forever.<br/><br/>Amozabel ducked into an alley, picking up a small package of poison from a crate. It had been dropped there earlier by a friend. He would need it for tonight.<br/><br/>Now, Amozabel wasn't a cold blooded killer. He only took jobs against those who has wronged society. He refused any job for personal benefit of the client. He was an Assasin, but he wasn't merciless or ruthless to those who had done no wrong.<br/><br/>Amozabel walked along the market road, sighing. His entire body was hidden by his large cloak, from his furred legs to his paws, and even his wolven muzzle. All hidden beneath the shadows of his cloak. No one bothered him, and everyone knew him of a more human name, Mercutio. Well, the select few that knew him anyways. But not even they got to see his face, what he truly was. A wolf.