WHAT IT'S ABOUT—
A Pack for Ravens, sometimes referred to as "Raven Pack", is a body horror, shifter erotica/novelette that follows the relationship of Nexi and Eshe falling in love and also learning each other's secrets. It takes place in an unknown forest that Wolves and Ravens share just before the equinox hits and just as each clan is preparing for their yearly traditions.
▶ The following story contains mutilation, gore, body horror, and existential horror. ◀
“And it is for these crimes against the Karakee Vale—”
“No, please!”
“—that your punishment shall be swift, just, and immediate.”
“No, no, no, please!” Hot tears poured down bruise, brown cheese. Amber eyes locked onto another aethereal being watching impassively nearby. “Eury, please, please tell them!”
But there was no heading their pleas. Damaris’ head was pushed down until the heavy bar of the stockade sealed over it. Their arms were cuffed at the elbow, and two strong figures stood behind their restrained body. Their hearts raced anxiously in their chest to the point where they began to feel nauseous from fear and anxiety. If that wasn’t enough, someone tall and imposing with a divine veil covering their face slowly walked in front of Damaris.
Their eyes widened as they stared at the red hot, twin blades of the cutting implement she held in her hands. Because of how close she was, they could feel the heat radiating off the tool. They tried to fight their restraints. Their chains rattled noisily, and the stockage didn’t budge. Damaris was only hurting themself, and the beryllium embedded into the wood only further sapped their strength.
The Keeper watched their struggle with pitying eyes. Damaris fought until they could hardly move. Their bare feet pushed against the polished black stone, and as they slowly lose their will, they began to sob again. The Keeper drew closer; he gently nudged the other being out of the way before he knelt before Damaris, who shakily met his eyes once more.
“Please.... It was Eury. Ask them; ask them. Please, I’m begging you—”
The Keeper sighed, long and slow, and then he shook his head. “Eury is our general, and they’re our strongest fighter. And as such her gravest mistakes still fall upon you.”
Damaris’ eyes widened. “W-what?” They could hardly breathe the word; their throat felt tight.
▶ The following story contains gore and depictions of body horror. ◀
It wasn’t the first time a contract had come to a messy and convoluted end, but this was perhaps the first time it was so... frustrating. Tesham wiped the streak of blood dripping from their nose with a heavy hand. It smeared across their full lips and darkened the silver of their piercings. At this point, the shining opal in their ring was going to turn into garnet. They stomped towards a median and trudged through the short grass until they came face to face with an emergency exit door. Though it was cracked open, it was dark on the other side, and the narrow window that could peer into the stairwell was covered in layers of red.
As Tesham neared, they could hear the heavy crunches and wet chewing. They instinctively kicked at the grass as if to wipe away any sin before they finally shoved open the door. Where it had been dark before, the shadows were stark and unnatural now. Streetlights poured in from over Tesham’s shoulders, but that hadn’t been enough to permeate the writhing darkness in front of them. They stared into it as if trying to adjust their eyes after suddenly shutting off the light, but the obscurity was endless. It didn’t wish to be known.
What tore through their lack of visual understanding was the overwhelming smell of blood and gristle that covered who knew how much of the emergency exit. Tesham tilted their gaze down where they found the pool of red slowly spreading towards them. They sidestepped the hue and its damnation before kicking at the grass to wipe away any evidence they might have unwittingly stepped into.
“Malachai.” The chewing stopped with a final, spine-tingling crunch. Tesham’s skin broke out in a wave of goosebumps, which they chiefly ignored. “We need to go. Is that the last one.”
Tesham felt the world inhale around them. The entire structure of this stairwell bent towards the center of this impenetrable darkness and then flowed out with a heavy sigh as a disembodied voice wetly croaked, Yes.
I was inspired by a tumblr post, so now I'm just here to cause pain.
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Beware the following:
murder, descriptions of death, body horror, mutilation, hallucinations, grief, trauma, etc.
"I had warned you... if so ever you grew bold enough to defy me, you would pay dearly."
Fang Ye pulled against the strings holding him. They tightened in retaliation and cut deep into his skin. "Don't— Not Hua Xue! Please, anyone but—"
"Even now, you're being impertinent, Little Fang. You dare draw boundaries when you have so often crossed mine?"
Fang Ye pulled again until the strings made him bleed. Even when they dug threatening into his throat, he strained forward as if that would bring him closer to his fearsome elder, to his lover there on the dais between them. Fang Ye sobbed.
"Forgive me— Please! Allow my boldness one final time." His sobbing shook his body so violently that it only made his shallow wounds deeper. He dropped his head in supplication. "Please grant me this: release Hua Xue... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..."
"Oh, Fang Ye..."
Hesitantly, Fang Ye summoned the wherewithal to slow his tears and lift his head. He blinked, and fat tears rolled down his cheeks. His hope lived and died in that blink for his heart sank as he watched Elder Bai bring his sword to Hua Xue's throat.
"Forgive or release... You ask me for a single request, so I cannot do both."
"Please." Fang Ye was frantic once more. "Pleasepleaseplease!"
"And so, I shall grant you neither."
