The Ruins

The Ruins

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(In Progress) Numb. This was all Kayne felt as the icy wind roared around him, penetrating deep into his very core. He pulled his fur lined jacket in close, pale hands grasping clumsily at the worn material. The sound of hounds baying could be heard in the distance, and it sent a chill up his already frozen spine. Quietly, he moved to grasp the jeweled dagger at his belt, clenching it tightly in his fists as he stood unsteadily. Frost lined the tips of his curly black hair, and he licked his now blue lips. It was now or never. --- War. Famine. Poverty. That was all Kayne had ever known. The fierce battles had taken his father from him as a young child, sending his mother into a painful downward spiral. Bouts of hysteria racked her body and mind, forcing them to sell their farm and move into the city. Struggling to make ends meet, Kayne resorts to larceny to feed them both, oftentimes getting himself thrown into the city jail overnight. Fed up with his struggles, he makes his way to the city guard with the intent on signing up for the military.. but what he walks into will forever change his life. Kneeling in the corner, gagged and chained, a lithe humanoid looks up at him with hollow lavender eyes, dark crimson staining her cheek. A fae. (Cover by my_fairytale)
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Entropy

He walks forward, pressing the blade into his throat. His skin is taunt against the serrated edge, and blood beads around it until it drips down his neck in a crimson trail. My eyes widened, wanting it. He is looking at me with those dangerous, glinting green eyes, daring me. "Kill me, then. If you feel nothing, you can kill me. Then you can leave.The choice is up to you. It always has been," He whispers. His words leave me as cold as the blade at his throat. My heart is subjected to this stabbing pain, like I'd turned the knife on myself, and I would rather it be like that. "But if you don't," he whispers," you are mine and all mine. We will rule the dawn of a new age, we will complete our bond, and you will forget about her. Make your choice." I can hear my heart beat in my ears, and I swallow agaisnt the rush. These are my options. Kill him, or agree to be his. I make my own choice. I can not take my freedom away. I can not be the mate he wants, but I can not kill him. With a deep breath, I turn the knife on myself. Aurora, a girl with only one name and abandoned at birth in a war torn land, finds herself lost in a sea of witches, drowning in everything she can never have. Or so she thinks, the night a divine interference rips her from her home leads to a butterfly effect of deadly, chaotic spirals. Something dwells in the unknown shadows of Aurora's soul, something lurking just behind the screen of consciousness, something passed down through the generations as greater beings try to avoid the annihilation of our world. Is she just another part of the fall out, another victim to an unending tragedy between two cosmic beings? There's only one thing that can help her, and it stands before her in the form of a green eyed werewolf mercilessly killing the witches she's grown up loving. She thinks he can protect her, but what will she do when he needs protection...from her? #12 in destruction #11 in strife

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