A boy and a girl walk side by side, neither uttering a single sound nor syllable. Each so completely and entirely content with the silent miserable quality that hangs around their bodies like ravenous vultures, it would almost seem a shame to drag them out of it. You might ask why. What sort of thing could drive two otherwise perfectly good vargs into such a decrepit state of mind. But then of course you would only be wasting your time. The pair wouldn’t answer such a stupid question. It’s not like it would change anything. You would however need to understand a little of their past to even attempt to appreciate their mental state, but as for gleaning even so much as a spoonful of that tale is a feat in and of itself. As for story telling, well, its safe to say the boy and the girl gave that up a long time ago. A silent agreement if you will. A pact. We don’t bring up what happened. We don’t think about it. It doesn’t exist. Except of course in the depths of their dreams…

Sleep evades them, though they dare not voice their dissatisfaction with that little truth. The male is tired but he can not feel the sleeplessness behind his ashen eyes. He only feels the unrelenting need in his limbs compelling him onward. An obligation that he must adhere to no matter the costs. Keep the girl beside him safe. You see there is more than a simple oath that binds the pair. Blood. The two are kin. Siblings that have spent their entire lives together. He knows there is something unfamiliar about this place, something off, but he keeps trudging forward. The air hums with a dark energy and his hackles bristle in retort. Narrowing his dull eyes to peer through the gnarled branches he continues, noiselessly making his way through their interlacing fingers. Up above ravens caw down. Warning the two about what lies hidden in these woods, but he can not stop. No matter what happens he can not quit moving forward. And if he can not stop wandering into the danger, then it is his job to protect her from what ever lies waiting in these trees. The duo can feel unseen eyes burning into their backs but they do not refrain. They have faced much more in their short lives than the unseemliness of this harsh landscape. Or the monsters buried here.

It is overly apparent that he is the dominant one of the two. A constant that’s been that way since childhood; but do not be fooled. She is by no means unintelligent and far from powerless. The said child is just devoid of an undamaged heart. A mausoleum for all that once was. She is a tool pre-designed merely to serve. Destined to be doctrinally forged to move without question or opinion. This is what they wanted. Consider it the consequence of being brought up in the cold unloving arms of death and carnage. A child forced to follow instructions and behave in accordance to the law. Their law. At a young age her fragile mind was stripped of its innocents. Something that had once been so pure and uncorrupted now lay depraved, shriveled and black at the feet of it’s manufacturer. You could say that she had been the most influenced of the two… but even in her primal state of being there lays the tiniest of hopes waiting to be unearthed. Chance.

And it was by chance that a quiet bark echoed in each of their cold ears.
Snaps, somewhere, shrouded in the shadows.
There were not two here in the darkness, there were more. Much, much more…
A whole horde.

With her dusky grey-blue eyes sullen and her face morose the youth spoke softly, her quiet voice shattering the silence of before. “Do we stay?” The sounds seemed so alien in her pale little throat, and with the tiny question her orbs met her brothers ghostly grey ones. Holding them there, locked in that unwavering gaze she so often gave. Sometimes, if you look close enough, you can almost see it. That sedated rage hidden just below that beautiful fur of hers. That madness. It’s a constant danger… all of that cataclysmic pandemonium just waiting to be sparked. Ignited by the right word or glance that brings it from its knees into the devastating murderous thing that it so craves to be. Something to offset the decency if you will.

A hesitation… then finally a nod. So minute a movement it could have easily gone unnoticed. Overlooked like so much in the world. It was all she had to break the monotony of it all. A glimmer of something greater fighting its way through all the misery and despair. Even if she didn’t realize it yet this was her savior. Some small chance that she could have a heart again, or well, the closest thing to a heart that a beast like her could possibly obtain. There is feeling there. Buried someplace within that cold exterior. If you believe in anything, believe this. Please, do not judge her to harshly… her moldering state was not self-inflicted. Blame it on the ones who made her this way.

As the pair continued to wander further and further into the ambry waiting for them in the form of the acceptance, they let their minds drift slowly away. Though nearly identical in everyway, both perceiving the world through entirely different eyes. The dove with that ever present curtain of red and the gargoyle through his shroud of falsehoods. Unlike his sister who was nothing more than a walking vessel of death and destruction, he is virtuous. He is righteous… and it is this same veracity that has, on multiple occasions, nearly gotten him destroyed. Where they are from the ones like him do not last long… They are snubbed out so that their disease of vulnerability and frailty cannot effect the others. It is the ones like him who are used as bait. Despite what one might perceive from the siblings correlation to one another he is not commanding, he is not authoritative, nor is he or has he ever been any offset of such. Truthfully the boy could accurately be described as naive. In a way he is everything his sister could never be, yin and yang if you will. It was her who got him through the merciless fighting of their youth and it is he who will get her through the placidity of normalcy…

Don’t jump to conclusions to fast, he is by no means cowardly. He can serve with that same merciless gladiator like fineness that the others so are fond of. It’s just… he does not enjoy it. He does not wish to cause bloodshed and heart ache. He detests it with every fiber of his being. But unfortunately, much like every thing else in life, you cannot always have what you want. Bloodshed was what he was made for, it’s in the marrow of his bones; but despite this little unavoidable truth he defied the odds. He is what none of the others could manage. He is what they could never be. In the end however he is nothing more than a hired gun. A calculated killer in the hands of what ever puppeteer that chooses to hold his sister’s soul… How sad that fate would bring him this, an implausible escape from the hell that he had endured only to be cast once more into another legion of beasts. Where was freedom now? Had she abandoned him to serve in the cold shackles of binding oaths and declarations of loyalty? That’s what it seems she would have you to believe…

I leave you now with our two terribly twisted heretics waiting soundlessly in no-man’s-land for someone or another to come along. The girl had sat her glacial self easily upon the terra beside her bother. Her inky lips drawn back revealing a rather eerie, almost crocodilian like, grin as she rested that tiny deranged head of hers on tensely folded forepaws. I implore you do not take the deceiving smile as an act of enjoyment or favor. The characteristic is merely one of ease. A comfortable loll that her features find it simple to retreat into. Those dreary eyes focusing on nothing inparticulate unlike the wary vigilance that made seemed to be making the beast’s steely grey ones dance. How long would it take for someone to notice them? He thought, what if they’re not particularly fond of new recruits…

“Then we‘ll all just die!”

The suddenness of her voice startled him out of his deliberation. That was the thing with twins I suppose, they always seemed to know what you were thinking… It irritated the knave to always have his sibling spying on him though his thoughts whilst she herself remained a mystery. Without feelings one’s head lies rather bare, practically a wasteland. All void of emotions and frayed beliefs… No matter, He simply ignored her and fiddled his own lips. Though instead of letting them fall loosely apart he drew his together in a thin line deciding it was better to wait in subservient silence than to risk taking it upon himself barking out a demand for summons. He was like that. Careful and considerate. Lets hope her belligerence makes up for his lack of personality…