Out of the thick as soup shadows stared the bloody eyes of a skull faced female. " I can tell you what you want to know, for a price.. " her voice seemed to both rasp and hiss at the same time. " I ventured away from the blood cascade at penalty of terrible consequence towards myself. This journey if you choose to come with me, will be perilous, you must trust me completely or you will not survive. Not many of the cascade are as, well, open minded as I am.. "
The snake at the tip of her tail flicked its tongue, looking smug and curious all at once. " If the blood cascade are allowed to complete the ritual you will never see your sister again. Even worse, if they do as they wish, neither you nor any others , will ever see the sun again. So you must choose, come with me, or risk a world of neverending darkness.. "

"I believe you, my kit." The motherly seeming Vulnyx said gently. She gave Zuri a gentle smile. "My name is Tori, my little one." She added, before turning aside. "Wait, wh-" Zuri began, but Tori looked back, speaking as she did.

"If what you say is indeed true, then we must hurry. Faerina knows what may happen to your sister meantime, little one." Tori said gently.

Zuri smiled faintly, only just barely noticeably before she turned and bounded after the elder Vulnyx from the village and into the dark woods...

Spill, spill, spill. My blood, my emotions, my love. It all spilled out in a torrent of passionate red.

Zuri...why?

Had Zuri always been like this? Or had I been the one at fault--the naive kit playing the part of the fool? From somewhere far away, far beyond my reach, a pale silhouette danced in my peripheral, glowing with an unearthly, ethereal aura. However, when my eyes flickered in an attempt to catch a glimpse of the shadow, it waned away, gradually and teasingly, like the evanescent shine of the moon. But the moon came back. The illusion did not.

The soft murmuring of a meretricious gentleness enveloped my stinging ears. It was nostalgic and comforting. It was the voice of which Zuri had stripped from the diabolic world. Zima.

My late sister was a saint. Her love for Zuri remained unwaveringly pure, up until her final moments. Zuri, who deluded Zima into sauntering into the woods, unarmed and unprotected. Zuri, who belied her malicious intent behind the facade of a helpless victim. Zuri, who ultimately devised the infallible plan to have Zima search for her, only to steal away her life.

Zuri had intricately designed her murder from the very beginning, knowing that I would undoubtedly follow Zima. And follow her, I did. Zima's once-angelic, white fur was stained crimson. Her eyes stared blankly into mine as I fell down across from her.

The graceful apparition was gone.

I was left alone in the black chasm of desolation.

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So I'm confused on the rules. So we write a story based off what you wrote, correct? So where does our prompts come in?

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The stranger, known as Fang, gruffly motions towards the door without a word as my pleading falls flat. Oh no. He doesn't believe me either. the thoughts spun around in my head like a fiery storm. I turned towards the door, my head low. But suddenly he was next to me.
"Let's go." He growled. "We can reach the place before dawn but we must be quick." I felt hopeful as we ran into the nearby forest.

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A couple of hours later, we were at the site, a small clearing. It looked as if several fires had been recently lit and then extinguished in a hurry. There were red banners strewn all about the area covered in odd looking runes. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest when I saw the large spiked pit in the middle filled with bones and ash.
"Zuri." I cried as I ran over to the pit.
"No." Fang muttered as he gestured towards a fresh bloodied trail. Zuri?

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Following the trail led to a small cave, and there was Zuri, alive, but with a big gash down her side.
"How did you...?" I breathed.
"There was a really loud wail that sounded all around us. All at once they froze, and then they fled into the forest, leaving me behind." Zuri shuddered.
Fang gave her healing ointment as we closed the wound with sticky sap.
"It's okay. You're safe now." I reassured.
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It all started when we were off playing in the forest together, it was a stuffy afternoon and we were antsy. Everything felt so dull and we just wanted an adventure, to do something thrilling! What do you expect? We are young kits. We had devised a game to find and collect the brightest and most colorful leaves we could get our paws on, so we went chasing and pouncing on our dazzling prey. Neither of us noticed the slowly setting sun, nor the growing distance from home. All we cared about was our growing piles of leaves, as bright as the fading sun. Now I must say that, no matter what Zuri says, I had the bigger pile, but I suppose that doesn't matter now. Anyway, we were sprinting for those last few leaves when we heard a huge snap!

Zima had rushed back to the dens to think. She had paced nervously back and forth, trying to think of a way to save her sister and clear her name. Just then, a kitten burst out of a den squealing with fear. It ran to Zima, tears filled its eyes. It was her little sister, Lilly.
I had a big bad dweam! Zima was about to walk away because this of all things wasnt going to help her in any way. Its Zuri! I know where she is! this, interested her. Zima turned back to look at her. The blood cascade coven hads took her! She is beings held hostage near their hidden camp near the nightfall bandit camp! I saw it all in a dweam! Zima was thinking of her sister. This was coming from the mouth of a little kitten, but its all she had. She packed a few fairy mushrooms, and left her camp. But where is you going! Zima didnt look back. She trekked on through the thickest brush of umbra forest, until she reached the opening that led to fungus grove. Spores filled her lungs, but she fought and pushed on. She had reached an open field. As she walked on, she found an older, gray and gold vulnyx. They came nose no nose as it walked out of a bush. Even though they had different coloring, the way its face resembled her closely. Z-Zima? it stuttered as it spoke. Is that you?
W-who are you? Zima had no idea who this was, and how did they know her name?
"Find Zuri!" the other vulnyx disappeared into the brush.
But the other vulnyx was already gone.