Siren Sisters

Siren Sisters

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Red Dead Redemption
In a time before women were even allowed to vote they still strived to break the rules. Two girls in their childhood, not even women, were left abandoned by their families to die in the streets of Saint Dennis with nothing to their names. These two girls, Ariel and Amber, twins and identical to their core, refused to die and spent their years learning to live off pickpocketing and lies. Both girls, merely 2 minutes apart, were blessed with beautiful voices which they used to earn money when other ways failed. They continued to fight for their lives until they reached the age of 20, when a rumor went around about a family in town. The rumor, though muddled from the grapevine, mentioned lost twin girls and a heafty reward. Ariel came up with a plan. A plan that ended with the last of their wretched family dead and two girls wanted across the country. But their story truly begins elsewhere, with a gang of rescued girls and the legend of the Siren Sisters. This is my RDR2 OC story, hope you enjoy! Feel free to give constructive criticism.<3
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The putrid smell grew stronger as the twins walked through the city. Eleanor pinched her nose and watched as a rat scuttled across the cobblestones. She gasped when it leapt onto one of the beggars sleeping in the streets. The beggar didn't yell or even flinch. Eleanor bent over to look at the man and shrieked when she saw his face. He wasn't sleeping at all; he was dead, and he smelled like it. His whole body was covered in disgusting pussy boils, his throat was swollen, and his fingers and toes were black. Marilla peered cautiously at him and turned very pale. "Ugh, how revolting. I wonder what happened to him." Eleanor gazed around the street, horrified. "Marilla, they're all like that. They aren't sleeping beggars. They're dead." A/N Please feel free to comment, I would love to hear what you have to say regarding changes you think should be made, or things you liked.

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