05-20-2021, 04:22 PM
R A V E N W O O D
/ tw for strong imagery, slavery, and blood mentions
The scent of the pits was overwhelming. The acrid scent of blood, sweat, and sick, drifting up and tangling inside of the barn locked tight. It made his throat catch each time he even passed. But when he was forced to go in there, those dull, soulless eyes staring up at him. The way they called, dull moans of pain. The jingle of the chain the ones with spark still in those near-burnt out souls pulled against.
It made him sick, each and every time. And slowly, night by night, Ravenwood began to sneak prisoners out of their chains, their cages, his parent's torture machines. It became increasingly obvious they weren't dying off, they were being stolen, and it threw them into fits of rage, his parents. They started to seek after him for the slave's duties, throwing him to the barn more and more often.
And suddenly he was back on the battlefield, his chest heavily, eyes wide and mouth open, wheezing for breath. He had fallen to his stomach, his body and brain dazed. Slowly, the sounds of battle, clangs, screams, shouts, it all came back to him. His green eyes raised, shifting between the different scenes. Michael's intenstine spewed on the ground, Diya falling next to him. Deldrach's teeth deep in Saturn's throat, the tusks in her side. Ruven getting basically speared to death. It was too much.
Ravenwood's ears laid flat. His paws pushed against the ground, his legs wobbly. Vayne was here, right? He had been hiding. No more hiding, not anymore. He'd do the same thing for her that he was sure she would've done for him, if not for Sojourn's rescue. Ravenwood's paws drummed on the ground as he began running towards Vayne's cell, unaware that someone was tailing him.
SPEECH
FLASHBACK
The scent of the pits was overwhelming. The acrid scent of blood, sweat, and sick, drifting up and tangling inside of the barn locked tight. It made his throat catch each time he even passed. But when he was forced to go in there, those dull, soulless eyes staring up at him. The way they called, dull moans of pain. The jingle of the chain the ones with spark still in those near-burnt out souls pulled against.
It made him sick, each and every time. And slowly, night by night, Ravenwood began to sneak prisoners out of their chains, their cages, his parent's torture machines. It became increasingly obvious they weren't dying off, they were being stolen, and it threw them into fits of rage, his parents. They started to seek after him for the slave's duties, throwing him to the barn more and more often.
And suddenly he was back on the battlefield, his chest heavily, eyes wide and mouth open, wheezing for breath. He had fallen to his stomach, his body and brain dazed. Slowly, the sounds of battle, clangs, screams, shouts, it all came back to him. His green eyes raised, shifting between the different scenes. Michael's intenstine spewed on the ground, Diya falling next to him. Deldrach's teeth deep in Saturn's throat, the tusks in her side. Ruven getting basically speared to death. It was too much.
Ravenwood's ears laid flat. His paws pushed against the ground, his legs wobbly. Vayne was here, right? He had been hiding. No more hiding, not anymore. He'd do the same thing for her that he was sure she would've done for him, if not for Sojourn's rescue. Ravenwood's paws drummed on the ground as he began running towards Vayne's cell, unaware that someone was tailing him.
SPEECH
FLASHBACK
— Reggan
— Reggan