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Sample 1
“Damned beast! What a foul b***h to be plaguing my fair lands. If I was a bit younger in the mind and body, I’d be willing to travel and find thus beast. Why, if I were but a bit faster and a tad more cunning I’d attack the wretched thing and get my animals back. I tell ya, Livi, if your mother was here to see such a thing happen to your ‘ole Pa she’d have another heart attack!” The voice, gentle yet commanding, caught his young companion by surprise and seemed to prod and pick at the woman. “But ya wouldn’t know about hunting anyways, eh? I love ya, girl, I really do love ya as the sun loves to kiss the Earth goodbye at night, but I’ve never seen someone who defended nature with your attitude,” the older man teased, dirty fingernails scrapping through the rough brush he called a beard.
This wasn’t the first time Gregory Ellings picked at his daughter and it surely wouldn’t be the last, thus why the young girl had not bothered speaking up in a defensive manner. “Father, I’d like very much if you didn’t refer to me as some sort of… well, freak of nature. I don’t believe in hunting defenseless creatures, but I hardly see where that would lead you to believe there was something wrong with me…” muttered the young woman before adding softly, “And besides. You know what mother’s response would have been to that horrid description for the Beast. You know she would be appalled, even if you have lost a few farm animals in the process.” That wasn’t entirely true, but nonetheless there was no need to get her father riled up to hunt a creature clearly capable of destroying half of their village in one swoop.
Gregory scoffed. “Child, I see no reason to defend such a Beast. You know, they say that is, that it isn’t even a he, but rather a She-Beast. Remarkable, isn’t it? I think that’d be an even bigger prize in the end, but if you’re going to give me such a hard time on hunting the damned thing than I’ll have no choice but to wait till you go into town one day.”
The younger female reached out to hug her incredibly large, stubborn father, choosing to ignore the comment. “You’re so right, Father…” This comment seemed to work just fine, for the rather elderly man nodded in approval before stroking his daughter's brunette curls. In eyes she was his daughter - his child - his baby girl - but Olivia knew that although he saw her in one perspective, Gregory Ellings would always see her as someone who was never as good as her mother. Little did he know that she wasn’t as simple-minded as he was giving her credit for. There was a time when she too was curious about the Beast and how the animal came to be, but alas there hadn’t been much time what with her mother’s death only a year before and her father’s insanity crossing it’s borders. As time neared its ugly end on her freedom, Olivia found herself craving more and more and, unfortunately, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t be able to so much as leave the home – Her father’s age and mentality heavily dependent on her.
“Anyways. I might as well get myself up to the town… it’s been awhile since I’ve had a nice brew of some sort and before you know it I’ll be going mad without a bit of substance. Promise not to have too much excitement here, won’t you Livi?” The question, more like a statement, would never be answered, for within ten minutes or so after his departure his one and only daughter set out to discover the truth of the Beast – Making it all the way to the supposed living quarters of the ‘Great Terror’ and maneuvering her way through the tall, Gothic gates. This was something she needed to do… even if it did end up killing her.
Sample 2
The house was just as Olivia expected it to be: Imperfect, in every way, shape and form possible. It was as if the Lord himself blessed the bountiful land around only to throw this unfortunate house together in a last minute jumble. The ground was wretched and torn to bits by digging animals and the plant life that did manage to survive the harsh conditions were violent in their own manner, their roots shredding the earth’s stability in search of water. The foundation for the home seemed to tilt on one side and yet remained frighteningly firm, almost as if to tell the world that it’d be around for quite some time and all around might as well become accustomed to seeing its gloriously mismatched exterior. But, nonetheless, Olivia was in love with the rotting wood and vine infested mansion. Perhaps it was because it was different – something unusually wild and untamed compared to her tidy shack just minutes away. Or maybe it was another expression of history and the stability of nature in all its powerful glory. Whatever the reason may be, Olivia found herself gawking at the home as her feet traveled forward, similar to those of a child prancing toward the candy store’s entrance. A remarkable comparison for someone who was quite literally entering the ‘belly of the beast’.
Olivia paused momentarily at the enormous door, her fingertips grazing over it slightly as if it were actual skin, rather than rotting wood. Her eyes traveled up the house, searching it, roaming it and otherwise violating the exterior. The lust – the passion – pulsating through her body seemed to rush through the door in a powerful wave of want. Grasping the handle firmly, Olivia quickly found herself pushing open the door and locking herself inside. The thrills. The chills. The desire. It was all almost too much to handle for the young woman as she stumbled to the bottom of the staircase, similar to a drunk rushing out of the local tavern. It was intoxicating being in a house with absolute freedom and the danger surrounding her seemed to only heighten her acute senses. It was such a feeling – a feeling of pure ecstasy, if one could describe it – that led Olivia to bring it upon herself to begin walking up that fine staircase.
Brown curls bobbing and luminous orbs glowing in the darkness, Olivia’s breath slowed as her feet slid onto each cool step. The sound of silent friction between her flat shoes and the floor sent shivers up the girl’s spine. The thick air with dust and decay aroused her nose, bringing about a quiver of excitement from the young woman. The feeling of accomplishment, as she reached the very top of the stairs on what appeared to be the west wing of the mansion, was too much for her to control and caused even the conservative Olivia to gasp in bliss. Freedom, excitement and fear had all combined into a thrill so powerful it made the oblivious girl shake with pleasure, allowing her to shakily grasp the edge of the wall and rest her overjoyed body.
“Yes…”
Mademoiselle Amour · Tue Feb 02, 2010 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
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