Old God's
Pairing: Cryptic Ravage x Reader (Like. Maybe if you squint. A lot.)
Warnings: None
Song: Sedated - Hozier
An: I got this idea from @rawmeknockout and I just couldn't help myself. I hope that this is ok!It's the first time I wrote for Ravage. Maybe a part two?
They were nothing more than fairytales. Things told to misbehaving children. A warning for them not to go to far. Not to stay out to late at night.
Oh but you were always that child. The one who toed the line just to see how far you could go. You were always the one to come home last. To yell and shout to scare every one else.
The guardian never did come. Never came to put you into your place. And why should it? It never came back to the land it once claimed. And still the people send out sacrifices. Scared women and men never to be seen again.
All to appease some cave drawing a mad man had made long ago.
So when they came you didn't wait for them to drag you from your bed. Already dressed you all but sauntered out your door. A wild grin on your face as they placed roses of the deepest red and purest white within your hair. The oils stuck thickly to the crooks of your neck.
They all called you mad. Most would have been weeping at this point. Wailing that they did not want to go. That they had family. Children.
They were sick. You knew that.
Each and everyone of them.
Sending people off to their deaths within the woods to appease a beast that not one of them has seen.
You left for the open dessert before they had even finished their prayers.
You left behind the only home you have ever known. A safe haven wrapped within a forest. With nothing more than sand and caverns as the walls surrounding the town.
They had given you a single canteen of water and that was quickly spent.
Maybe you shouldn't have been so eager to leave your home.
Shouldn't have been so determined to prove them all false that you had come without a plan.
Sweat poured down your back. Soaking your thin shirt and making it stick to wet skin. The hot desert air burned your lungs with every breath. Sand poured down the sides of dunes as you walked on.
You focused on the horizon. Trying to ignore the burning sun directly overhead.
The further along you got the more rocky it became. Before long you were surrounded by high rock walls. They narrowed your view to nothing more than the sky above. In which the stars were quickly making themselves at home.
The moon so close you felt as if though you could reach out and pluck it from the sky.
Your legs shook with every step you took. The ground swaying even as you stopped walking. You swallowed thickly willing the dryness in your throat away.
You tilted you head skywards. Breathed in deeply once. Twice. Three times before collapsing to the ground.
For the first since you left you began to cry. Why? Well. You weren't entirely sure. It wasn't just for home. No. It's not that it wasn't missed. Of course it was. All of your possessions were there. Childhood toys. Photos of your parents. They had passed away years ago.
It's that you wouldn't be missed. You had no friends. No one to lean on. No one who made your chest light up when you spoke to them.
You left alone and you were going to die alone.
Chest heaving you rolled onto your side. Not caring if your now wilted flowers got crushed as you curled up.
Sleep did not come easy.
.
.
.
When you came to you were shivering violently. It was the dead of night. The time when all of nature's abandoned come to roam the earth.
The sound of stone scraping against stone had you bolting upright. Head swimming as you stood on unsteady feet.
You swayed from side to side as you turned in circles trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
You couldn't see a thing. It was as if someone had blindfolded you and thrusted you into a dark room. You could vaguely make out your hand inches from your face.
"Hello?" Your voices echoed softly against stone walls.
The scratching stopped.
Your heart began drumming inside your chest. Your ears rang within the silence. The sound of your rushing blood the only thing you could hear.
That's when the snarling began.
You did the only thing you could do.
The one thing your couldn't see to do.
You ran.
With each jarring foot fall you could hear the snarling get louder and louder. You bounced off of the stone wall. Turned to your right shoulder brushed against it and took off into a dead sprint.
Your heart hammered in your chest. Thick tears began to pool behind your lashes. Threatening to spill over and ruin what little sight you did have.
Your swore loudly as you tripped and fell. Landing on your hands harshly screaming out as you felt something snap on both your wrist and ankle.
Your breathing became labored. Chest heaving as you sucked in freezing night air.
This wasn't how you died. It can't be!
Killed by some snarling cat in the dead of night. How stupid where you?
Your tried to sight up holding your hand close to your chest.
The moon softly illuminated where you were at no longer blocked by the towering rocks. Same as where you collapsed but more open this time.
The laughing had you trying to stay up. Trying being the key word.
"Lost little human?" A voice like deep thunder asked.
You whimpered and pushed your back further into the rock wall behind you.
This wasn't real. It can't be. It doesn't exist.
"Oh I am very real. As real as you trespassing into my home." You hadn't realized you had spoken aloud.
Bright yellow eyes flickered in the darkness. Floating high off the ground. Flickering as you assumed whatever it was blinked.
"No. Your not. And I'm just dreaming back from wherever I passed out at." Your rising courage just as quickly died out at It thrusted it's face into yours.
You did what anyone would do.
You screamed.
And it nudged it's face against yours to get you to shut up.
And you did. Watching as it paced in front of you.
It's skin looked like a patchwork quilt. Thick muscles moved just beneath that. Steal wrapped in silk. No wonder it found you so quickly.
The more you looked at it. No. Him. Definitely a him. He looked like a cat. With large canine's brushing over his lower jaw. Fur thick and untamable. It's claws were as long as your fingers and twice as big. Clicking against the stone and black as night as he scraped them on the stone in front of you.He was huge. Standing just a bit taller than you on all fours.
This was the creature that so many was afraid of?
It snarled and snapped at you.
"I asked what you name was human. Don't make me ask again." You swallowed thickly.
"Y/n" He seemed to smile.
"Ravage." Well. At least he was nice enough to tell you his name before killing you. And that what you thought was going to happen when he stuck his nose up against you neck.
You could hear him breathing deeply and you shivered as his tongue swiped against your neck.
"Just as I thought. I should have never let your people see me. If I had known." He watched you for a moment. Watching as you tried to curl in on yourself.
"You're scared." Ravage said it as more of a fact than question. You gave a watery laugh.
"Well if you know where I'm from then you must know the stories." He snorted.
"And you must know that you are the first to have lived this long." He stood tall in front of you before leaning down to look at you. "You are strange. Even since your childhood." He nosed under your chin around your arms and legs. Breathing your scent in deeply.
"You never spoke of me in fear. Even going so far as to shout for me deep within your woods." He grinned. Or what you suppose was one, you thought, as you caught sight of shape teeth.
"Oh I heard. Believe that y/n. I heard your calls. And know I am here and you are there. So. What is it you must know?" He tilted his head as he looked at you.
"How can you talk?" Good question. Not the right time. Ravage began laughing. His body shaking.
"I knew I chose right when I let you live. Yes. Let. You are the first to have asked me that. Most scream. Others faint in fear. And what did I do? He wrapped his mouth softly against your throat.
"I killed them." He snarled. Shaking you brought you leg up and attempted to kick him. Screaming as you realized you had broken your ankle in the fall.
Ravage released your throat from his grasp. Watching in curious wonderment as you tried to leave.
He let you live and this was how you treated him?
At least you had a will to live. Unlike the others. Some cried. Others fought weakly. As if they knew what the end was already going to be. He once had one fall to his knees before him. Begging to be killed.
No.
This was the first time he saw fire in their eyes. Pure rage and a will to live. Your own attempt and snarling was cute. Teeth barely sharp enough to hurt.
Oh he was going to have fun.
The world had quickly gone black for you. Not remembering a thing besides the feeling of sharp teeth grazing your back and your feet leaving the ground.
