Bloody Dawn - MCD AU [REWRITE PENDING]

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My friend Puppie_Timelord46 does the best edits

So I drew this for a Mystreet AU; a recently reanimated Ein is haunted by the thing that killed him. I showed this to Puppie and they edited it.

I know I should be working on the rewrite for BD but I don't have access to my computer here in Missoula, MT, and typing on my tablet is a pain in the ass. Excuses, excuses, I promise I'll publish a rewritten prologue by the end of the year, but after that I'm not sure.

I also have a tumblr now! Find me at zazthegoddess if you're interested in my other Mystreet/MCD AUs, or any other fandom content I may share. Either way, hope you're all doing fine!

Edit: Just realized you guys might want some content, so here's the prologue to another project I've been working on.

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It was a clear, bright winter day, and a woman was crying.

A cold wind blew through the church as the woman sobbed, her mascara running and her black veil stained with tears. Beside her, a blonde man--her husband--solemnly put his hand on her shoulder, sharing her pain. In the pew next to them sat another man and woman, both wearing grim expressions. Behind the crying woman, a boy scowled as the priest gave his sermon, his hands balling into fists. The pink-haired girl and the smaller brunette sitting next to the boy glanced at him, worried. The brunette in the next pew over shifted uncomfortably.

“...and though he is no longer of this world, the young Ro’Meave will always live on in our hearts. Why, he is likely looking down on us all now, wishing for us all to move on and be happy.” The priest concluded, his expression thoughtfully blank. The boy in the back growled under his breath, his little brother looking at him nervously.

They never even found the body, yet they claim his death. Bastards.

The boy looked up as those attending the funeral--his parents, Zianna and Garte Ro’Meave, the Zvahls, Nana, and the priest--stood up to carry the coffin out to the graveyard.

The boy joined in on the funeral procession, silently fuming all the way. His friend, Laurance Zvahl, stood next to him and Nana as they lowered the coffin into the ground, putting a hand on his shoulder.

He’s alive, I can feel it.

Zane has to be alive. He can’t be dead, he just can’t.

“Today would've been his tenth birthday.” Remarked Nana, her cat ears drooping. As an indentured servant of the Ro'Meaves and a friend of Zane's, Nana had attended the funeral, only for the event to make her feel worse. But she had to smile. For Garroth and Vylad. For Zane, who wouldn't have wanted his end to make everyone sad. She'd be strong for everyone, like her idol, Kawaii Cookie.

Laurance hadn't known Zane all that well--the raven-haired boy mostly kept to himself while Garroth trained with Laurance. But Zane was Garroth’s brother, so Laurance would bear this pain with Garroth. It was the best he could do for now.

After the casket was lowered into the ground, the priest gave his closing sentiments before asking for a moment of silence.

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After the funeral, the Zvahls took their leave, and eventually, after drying her tears, Zianna and her family left as well.

The house never seemed so quiet before, even though Zane had been missing for over a month. The Ro'Meaves ate their dinner in silence, the oppressive feeling of hurt and loss hanging over them like a storm cloud. It was apparent that the funeral had only intensified the feelings of despair and worry, and now it seemed as though nobody could smile.

Garroth set his fork on his plate, unable to eat. “I’m going to my room.” He stood up to leave, only for Garte to glare.

“Your mother is in tears, and you want to go hide in your room? Garroth, you will stay at this table and eat.”

Garroth glared back defiantly, his hands balling into trembling fists. “I’m going to my room.” he reiterated angrily.

    “Garroth.” Vylad said through clenched teeth, grabbing Garroth’s hand. “Think about this. Zane wouldn’t have wanted you to--”

    “Stop talking about Zane like that. Like he’s dead.” Garroth muttered, pulling his hand away. Zianna cringed, putting a hand to her mouth. Garte steamed.

    “Garroth, Zane is dead.” Vylad said pointedly.

    “NO HE’S NOT!” Garroth yelled, slamming his fists on the table. The silverware rattled.

    Everything seemed to freeze, and for a moment regret flashed across Garroth’s face. Garte seemed dumbfounded, Zianna was pale as a sheet, and Vylad began to cry, his two fox tails popping out in surprise. Garroth looked remorseful before his expression hardened.

    “I’m going to my room.” Garroth said as he stormed off.

    “They never even found the body.”

    Zianna broke into tears as her son left the room, her sobs ringing out across the house. Garte put his hand on her shoulder, his expression harsh. Vylad sniffled, his ears drooping. If Zane were still here, Vylad thought, then everyone wouldn’t be so unhappy.

    The Ro’Meaves skipped dinner that night.

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So that was the prologue for Mystreetia, a fantasy AU for Mystreet.

(The red text is Puppie_Timelord46, because this AU is a Collab)

And that's the content to reward you for taking the time to look at this.

さよなら

-Zaz