The Ruins

(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.

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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)