Rayvin. Rayvin! RAYVIN!!! "Sister-! Si-Sister stop-! S-Stop it sister he's already stopped brea-breathing-! P-Please! OLDER SISTER-!" Her wails pierced the dark night sky through the sound of ragged breathing and fleshing being pounded into mush on the hard dirt floor. The moon refused to show its face or acknowledge the massacre under its watch.
The cold wind blew heavily carrying the scent of fresh blood everywhere, no matter which way you turn or ran the smell caught up to you faster than you could run. Rayvin's ragged breath as if she were choking on blood enters her deaf ears and her frenzied brain both came back to life at this moment as if catching up with the body's actions. Gasping and panting for air through her bruised neck and shaky arms that were sore due to the strength she exerted at the time. Only then did her blurry vision return after it had gone black the moment she saw her precious Ailee being pinned and her potato sack of a dress being pulled up by the vile big person under the moon's blinding white light. Rayvin knew she wouldn't be able to speak or breathe without feeling pain for a few weeks at this moment. The rock in her hands was painted in blood as well as her entire front.
She could feel it dripping down her face like a warm sticky stream, her wild eyes which saw nothing but blood shifted slowly towards the direction the sounds of Ailee's cries and terrified wailing came from. Her body hurt everywhere, it hurt to even turn her neck. The rock in her hands tore her skin because of the force she had used. When she dropped the thing she felt the slightest pain as if the rock had fused with her hands under the layers and layers of dried and fresh blood due to the chilly night wind. The beautiful and swollen face of her precious Ailee came into view then, but the buzzing in her ears seemed to grow stronger the longer she stayed conscious. Seeing the two familiar beautiful crystals of blue that seemed to water further upon noticing her stare. Rayvin's mind snaps back to attention all at once as if being whipped, she blankly took in the bloody state she was in as well as the headless flesh bag she was sitting on.
Her eyes filled with strange and various emotions as her panting grew, this time out of panic and disbelief. Her hands which never shook when she struck down onto the place where the big person's head used to be wavered now under her widening burgundy eyes. "Ah...Ahh..AHHHHH-!" Hands covering her face Rayvin bent over and let out a scream louder than her sister shaking the caves and trees with her wild cry. It was filled with grief, disbelief, disgust, hatred, anguish, and self-loathing. Her scream shook the gods in their seats sending shivers down their spines.
Ailee shivered and stared at her maddened sister with tears falling endlessly down her slowly purpling face. "Sister.." Struggling to her feet Ailee scrambled to her grieving sister not caring for the blood that seeped into her clothes nor the pieces of rock and bones that scrapped her hands and knees. Her throat choking on broken sobs as she hurriedly held onto Rayvin's hands that relentlessly clawed into her own scalp. Her screams increased in volume and consistency as if letting out years of pent-up stress and agony all at once. "Older sister-!" Pulling futilely at Rayvin's scarred and bloody arms Ailee grew increasingly terrified of the dangerous things Rayvin may do if she continued like this.
Her heart raced and her face hurt however she continued to pull and pull at her sister's hands insistently as the mixture of both Rayvin's blood and the big person's blood started mixing in the air. Ailee croaks pleading and desperately hugging the older girl's waist. "Sister please don't leave me-! Please-! Please don't leave me-!" She sobs blood and tears. As if hearing her prayer, Rayvin's eyes refocus as her sharp ears register her sister's sobs through the white noise.
Blinking with an unfocused stare at the red-painted ground, the broken doll stiffly turns to the child sobbing in her lap. The child who, despite seeing the monster turn to look at her with its bloody stare, continued to hug it tightly around the waist as if it was a precious thing. Why? Why? WHY? Why is she crying? Why is she crying for me? WHY????
Confused by the tiny thing that had fearlessly approached the monster called Rayvin, she could only dumbly look down at Ailee with the same blank look as before. Ailee could feel her sister's stare on top of her head and instead of shivering, she pleads once more burying her face into her sister's bloody clothes. The blood painted her beautiful face as it did hers. "Older sister please-*hiccup...Please..." The foolish pup didn't let go no matter how long the monster's overwhelming stare focused on it from above as if it were death itself hanging over her tiny head. Rayvin's throat hurt, her hands shook, and her body felt as if it were broken in many places.
However, she slowly moves her bloody hand on top of the blue-eyed child's head, freezing up after the child's cries turn into ones of relief. "Sister..." "..." Rayvin stokes Ailee's head, just like before. Her burgundy eyes were devoid of emotion, however, her trembling hand habitually strokes the child's dark blood-stained hair that only shone the fainted tint of red under the moonlight. Like a robot learning how to become human, Rayvin continued to pet the child's head stiffly till eventually Ailee was lulled to sleep in the puddle of blood in the monster's lap. Her hand which was petting the head of black hair pauses shortly just around Ailee's neck with dark thoughts brooding in her mind. Wouldn't it be better for them both to die here than to continue to suffer?
Wouldn't it be a mercy for her if she killed them both now? Her beautiful sister, her lovely sister, her pitiful sister who carried the curse of sight with those lovely crystal eyes of hers that reflected the endless blue sky. "Older sister.." The pup murmurs in her sleep sweetly which dispels the dark thoughts gathering in Rayvin's head like hot iron dumped into a bucket of water. "...." The hand that approached the weak pup's thin frail neck moved to hug the child closer instead of tightening around her throat as if embracing the last part of her sanity in the dark.
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Rayvin
WerewolfRayvin could smell that familiar scent. That nasty suffocating smell that choked her even in her dreams. The metallic rotting stench she could never forget. It terrified her. "Rayvin, why aren't you coming home?" She stood frozen in place, staring a...
