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The woods were eerily silent.
The stench of burnt hair and the pungent sharpness of blood invaded their nostrils, carried by the light breeze. With hands pressed to their mouths in meagre protection, they limped through the clearing.
Bodies; broken, twisted and mangled littered the ground. Limbs limp, and faces disfigured until nearly unrecognisable. Crimson blood soaked through the once green grass and into the damp soil beneath, weeping from the fallen.
Maya's grey eyes teared up at the nauseous sight, and her chest constricted on a breath, her heart pounding against her rib cage. Her eyes couldn't settle on one soul for more than a second, restless – dizzy. It caused bile to rise in her throat and her legs to quiver until she had to lean against her sister for support.
The three sisters all felt fear and disgust at what they saw, but not surprise. This was just a grim confirmation.
They should have seen this coming, but they had recklessly held on. Held onto that inkling of hope that he would surely come around, that he was still theirs.
This. They gazed across the massacre, lips trembling and hearts breaking. This was the spark that finally stoked the fire. Amongst the slaughtered they saw faces – faces they recognised – people they knew. People he knew.
The youngest of the three – Lenah – began to sob quietly as she clutched her robe tightly, pain in her heart. She had been the closest to him, so she felt the pain the most. She felt it like a physical blow to her person, a gnarled hand snatching her heart in a vice grip, only to squeeze – hard. Lenah almost couldn't believe him capable.
But as she looked around the innocent, all of whom had been dragged from their homes and murdered on foreign soil, and thought on what had been stripped from them, she mourned not only for them, but for the brother she knew she had that day lost.
He had killed all of these people. Slit their throats, and painstakingly carved runes into their skin, harvesting their blood. He had to be stopped.
And it broke young Lenah's heart; for they would have to be the ones to do it.
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The Legend of Scarlett Grey
Hombres Lobo(Rewritten Version) Scarlett is hunting. Hunting a threat she doesn't understand. A threat she only knows from a voice in her distant memory. She's searching for the voice and the man along with it. Why? She doesn't know. Who? She doesn't care. She...
