Ravien Sacrifar (Chapter 1)
- Carrot
- May 2, 2020
- 11 min read
Updated: Apr 21, 2023
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Fifteen years after the events in Evangelica, Ravien now resides in a secluded base called Camp Luna, located in the deep forest and the 4th mountain of *Alpo Mountains.
The camp is full of big Tipis along with different practice ranges, mostly are swords, bows, and guns. There's also a particular range for members who want to practice their tackling and biting skills; they call it the Beast range. A mini botanical garden can also be seen on the eastern side of the camp. Furray, the resident medic and scientist of the camp, is in charge of all the new researches regarding natural remedies for Sacrifars who get ill or gets injured. She is a woman in her later 30's that wears a worn-out black nurse uniform with purple, rusty buttons and over it is a tattered white lab coat. Sacrifar fashion is something but ordinary.
Lastly, in the middle of the camp is a grand tipi where most meetings and plannings are held. There's not that much.
It was a summer morning, Ravien got out of his tent. He looked at his surroundings and smiled. He couldn't be thankful enough to his family. Even though he is different from all of them, it was never an issue for the camp. They are, after all, a family.
Fenrir was walking around the camp, checking up, and greeting everyone a pleasant morning. It is one of his usual routines as the leader of the faction. But today there's someone, particularly he needed to see. And there he was, as Ravien got out of his tent, Fenrir walked towards his nephew.
"Hello and good morning, Chief Fenrir!" shouted Ravien while wearing a big genuine smile
"Haha, you know you can drop the formalities when we're talking alone, right?" Fenrir responded
"Hehe, I know, uncle," Ravien replied
"Well, today is a special day! Happy Birthday, Ravien." Fenrir gladly greeted his nephew
"Thank you!"
"Well, take it easy today, okay? You don't want any wounds or broken bones on your special day." Fenrir reminded his nephew as he tapped his shoulder
"Haha. I will, uncle. I will." Ravien responded as Fenrir continued his rounds in the camp.
Ravien then spent his special day, helping in the village and training with the other Sacrifars.
Time easily passed by, and it was already evening, Ravien didn't even notice this until one of the Sacrifars called him out and told him to proceed to the grand tipi as requested by Fenrir. Ravien then moves to the tipi, and as he entered, he was curious about why there were no lights, and everything was quiet. Then before he realized it, an overwhelming shout and greeting filled the tipi.
"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RAVIEN!" everyone shouted.
Party poppers and confetti were everywhere that he could hardly see. The table was filled with different fruits and vegetables from the forest, along with his favorite stew and steaks. And at the end of the table was a large cake, dripping in white icing with a sizeable blue candle in the middle. There's also a message written on it that says: "Hapi Birthey, Ravien! - Bark N Woof".
It can be easily noticed that it wasn't done by someone who knows how to bake but still, it completed Ravien's feast.
Someone from the crowd shouted, "Blow the candle! Make a wish!" then the group started cheering on. The cake was then passed on from Sacrifar to Sacrifar until it reached the celebrant.
"Wish! Wish! Wish!" the crowd continued chanting.
"Okay! Okay!" Ravien shouted back. He closed his eyes but couldn't think of any wish. He was already happy and thankful for this family.
Family.
He thought harder. A blurred image of a mother and a father came into his mind, and from there, he finally wished something and blew the candle.
"Hooray!" the crowd shouted and growing wilder.
It was a fun-filled night at Camp Luna. The folks were drunk and stuffed, almost everyone passed out. Ravien, Fenrir, and Furray were the only ones that survived the party. As they cleaned up, Fenrir spoke to Ravien.
"After this, Let's go to my tipi. I have something for you."
Furray overheard and told them, "You boys go ahead, leave the cleaning to me." as she winked to Fenrir.
Fenrir and Ravien reached the tipi and entered.
Fenrir reached for an old dusty box under his bed. He blew at it, and a symbol of two husky dogs facing opposite from each other became visible, one is white, and the other is black.
Fenrir gave the box to Ravien and told him.
"It is one of our family treasures, specifically from your father and me. And I think it's time to be passed down to its new owner."
Ravien never knew much about his father, only that he's a magnificent person and that he, along the rest of Ravien's family, died in a fire incident.
Fenrir never gave him that much detail as if it was a taboo to talk about that fateful night.
Ravien took the box and opened it. His eyes widened in amazement, he never expected to receive something like this.
"It's called the Gemini," Fenrir said to his nephew.
"The what?" Ravien asked again; he wasn't able to fully pay attention as he was already checking out his gift.
"Gemini. It's a twin double barrel pistol that your father and I used when we're at your age during the dark times. It's a family heritage that's been passed down through different generations of Greyhounds. A treasure that symbolizes protection from evil intentions, it's a special weapon that only a true Greyhound can touch. Otherwise, it will burn the hands of whoever touches it." Fenrir explained
Ravien was so excited and honored to receive the Gemini from his uncle that the very next day, he asked the whole Sacrifars to teach him how to use the Gemini properly. And of course, everyone was excited to teach the young lad.
Sacrifars are proud of their bow and gunslinging skills, especially, Fenrir.
A few months have passed, and it didn't take that long for Ravien to fully master his gunslinging skills as well.
Soon Ravien was already participating in simple missions, assistance, and community service to other towns.
One afternoon, Ravien was tasked to assist in restoring and distributing food supplies in the village of Fangs. It had been recently reported that Vamps and other monster factions attacked the town.
The houses in the Terrier Village had been restored, and food & water supply has been stabilized. It was a successful mission, and the sun was setting. It was time for Ravien to come back to the camp.
Through the plains, hills, and now in the forest Alpo Mountain, it was already dark when Ravien reached the forest. He looked up to the sky and saw a full moon, which was glowing brightly to its most elegant.
As Ravien was admiring the moon's grace, he heard a rustle. He stopped and looked around, but then there was nothing. He thought perhaps he was just imagining things and resumed his travel, but then there was it again. Now coming from the trees as well as from bushes. Ravien grasped the Gemini; he knows he wasn't alone anymore.
"Who's there?!" Ravien shouted.
A group of people then stepped out from the shadows one by one, surrounding him. Under the bright moon, the seven people surrounding Ravien were revealed.
Most of them wore ripped clothes and had dirt and grease all over their skin and clothes. Glancing at their skinny body and the saliva coming out from their mouth nonstop, it seemed like they've been starving for weeks already.
Ravien noticed something on the left arm of one of the goons, an iron stamp that has been branded to his skin. On a closer look, it resembles a human skull with fangs and long ears. Under the distasteful stamp is a word that was most probably their faction name, Feeders.
Ravien remembered Fenrir telling him about this faction. They were a group of scavengers who offered themselves to be bitten to become a werewolf. Together with their unstable WerewolfLycan leader, they randomly roam forests to ambush a helpless people for food.
*slurps* "Dinner is served!" the leader of Feeders screamed as they transformed themselves into werewolves and started to attack Ravien.
Thankfully, Ravien, with his mastery in gunslinging, he was able to fight back.
But even though he had confidence in his skill, he was scared and alone. He played hide and seek through the trees and the bushes. Then Ravien silently shot one to the eye and immediately pushed back to the shadows. He had never taken someone’s life before but it was a do or die scenario, and he needed to shoot back to survive the ambush.
Ravien used the advantage of the night to trick the enemies and shot another 3 of them on the head.
There were three more werewolves left, including the red-maned leader. But crap, he has hit a mountain wall and couldn't step back further. He was finally cornered.
With their position, Ravien knew that the three enemies would jump and strike at once to trap him from escaping. Thankfully, ambush scenarios were a part of his routine training. Just as he expected, the three wolves jumped to attack him, so Ravien, barrel-rolled outside the corner to counter and shoot the enemies from behind.
The remaining three werewolves were now flat on the ground, lifeless.
"I survived!" Ravien released a significant sigh of relief...
Until a surprise bite came in for his right shoulder, Ravien let out a scream of pain!
He looked to his right and was surprised to see that his supposedly first killed werewolf survived his shot. One of its eyes was still bleeding nonstop.
Ravien punched the werewolf and tackled himself out of the bite. The beast was already weak to maintain the fight. Ravien was finally able to release himself from the bit and pushed back the werewolf.
The werewolf didn't hesitate any further and tried to attack Ravien with his last strength. But before it was able to get to close to him, Ravien fired the Gemini once last time, and the last werewolf was finally eliminated.
In constant pain and panic, Ravien got up and tried to run as fast as he can.
Alas, Ravien arrived at camp. Despite losing a lot of blood, he managed to let out a small and tired scream. "HELP!!"
Exhausted from the encounter, he fell to the ground unconscious.
Fenrir didn't take a second to recognize that voice. He rushed the bloody Ravien and carried him to the camp clinic.
"Stay with me, boy. Stay with me. You're going to be alright. Medic! Furray! Come quick!" As he tried to keep Ravien awake while they wait for medical assistance.'
Fenrir noticed a bite on his nephew's shoulder, with its unusual marks, and the color surrounding the wound, he was sure that it was a wolf's bite.
Furray, the camp medic, quickly responded to Fenrir's call and gave Ravien first aid at the clinic.
Despite the wound cleaned and closed, Ravien was becoming worse. As the moon shone brighter, the wolf bite sped its effect and was starting to manifest in Ravien, slowly transforming him into a werewolf.
Ravien started to become aggressive and pushed Fenrir and Furray to the ground.
"Get away! What's happening to me?!" Ravien screamed. Furs started to grow in different portions of Ravien's body. His ears were getting pointed, and his nose getting longer.
Fenrir and Furray pushed back Ravien to the clinic bed and tied him up. Furray grabbed a jar from the cabinet. It contained a black flower swimming in a black liquid and was labeled
"Anti-Bane." Furray poured some of the fluid in a small glass and quickly shoved the medicine into Ravien's mouth. It didn't take long until the drug made its effect. Ravien's transformation was immediately suppressed, leaving him fast asleep.
"Whew! Finally, it stopped." Fenrir told Furray in relief
"But let's not get too comfortable. It's just a temporary aid. The medicine might not have fully manifested yet." Furray replied
"Yeah. The boy's hunger will become stronger, and it will soon difficult to suppress it. The Antibane will eventually become ineffective."
"I'll try to find a cure for this, but just in case and cross-fingers we won't go there, you need to train the boy eventually."
"No. He doesn't deserve this kind of life. We'll do whatever we can to find a cure. Okay?"
"I'll do my best." Furray sighed and agreed. It seems Fenrir was determined that night.
The next day, Ravien woke up with a slight piercing pain in his right shoulder. He looked over and saw his bandaged shoulder and confirmed that last night was real and wasn't just a bad dream.
He got out of the clinic and sat on a bench just right outside.
Fenrir saw his nephew and sat beside him.
"Good morning, Ravien. How are you feeling?" Fenrir asked
"A little better, I suppose? Hehe." Ravien responded
"Alright, well, just take a rest for the meantime and don't push yourself too much. If you need anything, just tell me. Okay?"
"Okay. Uhm, actually, I kinda do need something?"
"Oh. What is it?" Fenrir curiously asked
"I'm kinda hungry now. Do we have meat?" Ravien replied
Fenrir tried to hide the shock, but he knows the cravings will come. And now it has started.
Meanwhile, in Dracsylvania. Five years after their attack on Evangelica...
A short black haired innocent child named Mina hums as she walked across the halls of Dracsylvania, strolling behind her was her appointed guardian, Noira*.
As they walked past the hallway and into the main hall, they saw Dalveth sitting on his throne.
"My Lord. As you requested." Noira kneeled as she greeted Dalveth.
Mina ran towards him and shouted gleefully, "Hi Dalveth!"
"Hello, dear child," Dalveth replied while smiling and leaning towards her.
"Uhm...I have a question!" Mina grinned
"Oh! What can I do for you, little princess?" says Dalveth
"Uhm, I've seen other kids with their mom and dad...and I'm wondering...Are...you....my... my father? Hee hee," Mina grinned once more, expecting for a yes.
Dalveth chuckled and said, "Ha! Ha! You silly kid. Of course! I am your father."
"Oh, then that means! Noira is my mom! Hee Hee!" Mina gleefully replied
Noira didn't reply nor moved from her current position, but the conversation made her smile slightly.
"Oh! I have another question! If I am your child, then why aren't my ears and teeth pointy as yours, father?" Curious Mina asked once again while retaining her grin.
"Haha! You are a curious kid! Well, it's because it's just about to grow!" Dalveth smiled as he leaned towards Mina and finally took a bite on her neck.
Mina felt a little sting, then she felt next was a surge of blood, rushing, flowing throughout her body, and finally transforming her into a vampire. Mina ran towards a mirror and jumping for joy as if her wish has finally been granted.
"Hooray! I now look like you!" Mina jumped continuously then ran back to Dalveth and hugged him.
Wearing his usual sinister smile, Dalveth replied, "Yes, my darling, Lilith. Now, let's start your training."
Time passed by, and Lilith became the most skilled vampire fighter, tactician, and leader among his peers.
She was continuously trained by her guardian, Noira, whom she became close with.
At the age of 15, Mina already leads hunts and raids to different towns and camps in search of food, resources, or just plain bloodshed; keeping in mind all his "father's" constant reminder: Survival of the fittest.
At the age of 16, she was already considered as one of the powerful vamps in their faction.
And at the age of 17, she was already the 2nd commander in chief of the vampires, next to Dalveth.
*Alpo Mountains - Located at the far North-western of Evangelica is a mountain range that consists of 7 varying sizes of mountains. It is said that each peak used to contain a specific hound breed and that the seven mountains, and it's divisible, represent the lucky number of hounds. Alpo Mountains contains varying forests, springs, falls, and swamps that can be both safe and dangerous to everyone. Some of the notable spots in Alpo Mountains are Lamb Forest, Beef Woods, Bacon Jungle, SeaFalls, Poultry Spring, Veggie Gardens, and more. It is also home to several kinds of animals in this world, along with the different unholy factions, including the Sacrifars. For an average person, it usually takes 3 - 4 days to travel from one mountain to the mountain. Geographers and mountaineers can visit the whole mountain range in a week, one way. But the case is different with Sacrifars; they are way lot faster
*Noira - She was the highest-ranked general in the faction of vamps. She's a tall and masculine woman who sports a black pixie hair. She said that she doesn't want to have long hair as it distracts her hunting and combats. Unlike most of the vamps, Noira doesn't play or fight dirty. She believes that playing fair and just is the only way to achieve a real feeling of triumph. She also likes sticking to her own words and promise. It's a code of honor that she follows ever since she was little. Even though she looks and acts tough, Noira has a soft spot for kebabs and Mina, whom she grew fond of.
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