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- razor || forgive me

ೃ⁀➷ razor x gender neutral reader

tw : angst, heavy gore
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The woods of Wolvendom were silent. The day felt off - the wolves hadn't howled once, and the wind was stronger than ever. This bothered you as you would constantly pass by the place. You'd even sworn you had seen a boy amongst the pack of feral creatures. The unusual atmosphere irked you as you walked quietly on the path. It felt empty. The atmosphere was lifeless, making your skin crawl. It was as if all living creatures had abandoned the place, not a single rustle in the bushes or a fox gathering fruits.

You couldn't help but assume the worst. Shaking the uneasy feeling off, you walked deeper into the woods to get to Springvale. The area only seemed to become gloomier. The air was cold - like it was frozen in time. You shuddered, rubbing your hands together to gain warmth. You were absolutely frightened, to say the least. Suddenly, you gasped as you spotted something move in the corner of your eye. You turned to the direction, forcing yourself to walk on shaky legs. Whimpering. It was the only sound you could comprehend as you made your way closer.

The pungent smell of blood had eventually registered, your eyes widening at the bizarre amount of the crimson liquid. Dead wolves. Dead people. Both were littered with wounds, heavy jabs and arrows sticking out of the canines, with bite marks and mutilated limbs inflicted to the people. You covered your mouth in shock and disgust. Behind one of the fallen wolves, you made out the familiar silhouette of a boy. The wolf boy - the infamous orphan raised by a pack of wolves. His back was heaving up and down from his hyperventilating. Stepping closer, you slowly extended your hand. His head whipped up as he reached for his large sword, staring at you with hatred and fear. "Please calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you," You breathed. He sniffled, hesitating to lower his weapon.

Your eyes scanned the scene once more. The men were hunters no doubt, and the wolves were probably the boy's pack. Both of you were scared for your life, but the thought of another human safe and alive despite the bloody mess in front of you sent a wave of relief through you. "What happened... here?" You trailed off, walking closer to the boy. He dropped onto his knees and wiped the stream of tears from his cheeks. "Hunters bad.. They tried to kill lupical and me but..." He croaked, grasping the tattered cloth of his pants. "Only I survived."

You felt horrible for him. "What's your name?" You asked, kneeling down and slowly taking him into your embrace. "R-Razor." He replied weakly, melting into your touch. "You are..."

"I'm (Y/N)." You whispered, before Razor tensed up again. "Don't tell Springvale people! Please! I only protected myself!" He panicked, tears clouding his vision once again. You shushed him and pulled him harshly back into your embrace. "Shh! They'll hear you. It's okay, I won't tell anyone, I promise." You told him softly. Despite how horrified you were, you knew Razor didn't deserve it. The mess before you showed how cruel of a world it was. Shutting your eyes, you felt Razor slowly return the embrace, sobbing into your shoulder. "Did you hurt these men, Razor?"

He looked away, tears falling from his bloodstained cheeks. You realized his sword was stained as well. This was no surprise, he was protecting himself anyways.

"Forgive me."

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ׂׂૢ word count : 590

GOD I DON'T UPDATE THE BOOK ANYMORE :(( SO SORRY,, BEEN BUSY PLANNING AN ART BUSINESS AND BUILDING MY KAEYA

ill TRY HARDER TO UPDATE I PROMISE HAHA

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