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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 1:29 am
Quote: Towards the side of the manor, clearly visible from Rapunzel's stance amongst the roses, the faint sound of squeaking hinges is heard. Glancing that direction, Rapunzel notices a side service door, which also sports an even smaller animal flap, from which several large housecats are emerging. Each cat is toting a small wicker basket in its mouth, and they seem to be marching towards the stables in a rather orderly fashion.
~Rapunzel~
Forgetting herself, Rapunzel lifts her bowed head from the delicate blossoms and momentarily basks in the early morning light. The sun warms her chilled flesh, settling comfortably around her like a golden blanket. Her long, tangled hair falls around her face and body in a wild, sun spun halo, and the wounds on her hands and arms for the moment appear not quite as dramatic.
This can't be real...she thinks, still unmoving, unwilling to break the spell that had cast itself over this amazing glade in an otherwise dark, and terrifying forest.
The enchantment is broken by a strange noise, causing her to jump and move quickly to hide behind a large rose bush. Her wide eyes cast about to find its source, seeing the strange little troop of felines heading toward the stables. Cats? She sighed wistfully, longing to pet one. She had seen pictures of them, but was never allowed to have one as a pet in her tower.
She watches them closely, her fear melting into curiosity at what they might be doing. She glances toward the main entrance, then back at the line of creatures, unsure of which way to go.
I'm so tired but...I could follow them...see what they're doing. She thinks with a little frown, what on earth would I say to a cat?
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Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2009 11:46 am
Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?
To have your dreams come true?  Cinderella now don't you fall
For a Prince so new.... Cinderella took one final look at the palace as she fled. Nothing was quiet as it seemed, and now she wished she would of listened to her cruel step mother. But no, she had to be stubborn, thinking her step mother was out for herself and go to the ball. That was the biggest mistake of her life.
She shed a tear, mainly for her own stupidity. How could she of been so stupid? To think that the Prince would want to take such a lowly peasant as herself? He wanted nothing more to do with her then the other men.. So she fled, covered in only a tattered sheet, she ran into the woods.
Once she was deep enough inside she would have a good spot to hide, if any of the guards dared to enter the forests so close to wonderland that is. Most feared the place, it's mystical secrets, and sinister creatures. She wiped her face, smearing what makeup she did wear, a faint blush on her cheeks, and a crimson stain on her lips. That was the basic attire for her duties to the price. That was all he would allow any of the girls to wear.
She ran a frightful hand through her hair as she stopped to breath, looking around the dense forest she could hear faint footfall.. Surely they hadn't caught up to her this quickly?! Surely she wouldn't be forced to go back and do those unsightly deeds! Her sobs began in panic as she watched, waiting to see who would step through the wood next. Her blue eyes blinded by her own tears, the branches of the throned tree she hid in pulling and sticking to her glorious blond locks.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 12:29 am
[[Hey guys heart Just wanted to let you know that this character will have a profile up soonish, but poor Minai has been ridiculously busy with school these past weeks limiting her online time. If you've got any questions about The Good Fairy before it gets posted, please feel free to pm me. smile
Quote: Her sobs began in panic as she watched, waiting to see who would step through the wood next. Her blue eyes blinded by her own tears, the branches of the throned tree she hid in pulling and sticking to her glorious blond locks.
-The Good Fairy-
It was impossible to tell whether it was very early morning, or long past midnight when one found themselves cloistered this deep inside the enchanted forest. The ancient trees shift like unhappy spirits, their branches brushing up against one another, creating low, echoing moans and creaks through the twisting shadows. These verdant laments are accompanied not by the sweet melodies of birdsong, but long ago had been replaced by the strange and macabre symphony of the creatures that chose to dwell within.
Nearby leaves shudder in a sudden shiver of magical essence. A pale, incandescent light pulses like the beat of a heart as Aerithnia slips silently from between two twining trees. She stretches her long limbs, taking a moment to bask in the energies of the natural elements around her. Gathering her magic to her, her form shifts and elasticizes like a second skin to finally settle on her current mask of fancy, that of an ethereal, forest maid. Her features are striking, but eerie in their unnatural loveliness. She stands a bit taller then the average female, and her movements are decidedly alien in their unearthly fluidity. She flexes her hands, taking a moment to admire her craftsmanship, one hand reaching up to lovingly stroke the pendant that rests within the hollow of her throat. The pendant flares brightly at her touch, as her lips curve into a fond smile.
Do not fear my dear sister, we shall never be separated again. I will not allow it.
Suddenly distracted, she lets the pendant drop from her fingertips and lifts her chin, her delicate nose catching the familiar salty scent of tears and overwhelming fear. She closes her eyes, breathing in the scent, her feet already gliding her in their direction.
She sighs, allowing her footfalls to sound her approach before spying the young, golden haired woman huddled within the crook of a tree. She pauses a few paces away, her face a mask of concern as she says,
"Oh, you poor child...you look as if death himself were on your heals."
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Posted: Sat Oct 10, 2009 9:43 am
Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?
To have your dreams come true? Cinderella now don't you fall
For a Prince so new.... She rose her pale arm, colors of blue and purple staining the pearl flesh in small circles. Cinderella fought with the tangle of thorns that began to pierce the soft flesh under her hair. Causing more tears to fall.
Cinderella jumped at the sound of the females voice, being frightened and on edge as it is. The voice startled the small girl, quickly she jerked her head in the direction the female voice had come from. "H-h-h-hello" she spoke in a elegant dialect as she faced the fairy. "I-I am s-s-orry if I am t-trespassing.." her voice rather shaky as she made another attempt to fight with the thorns.
The small plant daggers ripped at her flesh, pulling bits of hair out as she finally untangled away from them. She was a complete mess, wearing little to no clothing, a ripped and tattered shirt she had managed to steal away from one of the many chambers of the palace. It was once elegant looking, and white. Now it reeked with the scent of tears, dirt, and sweat. Covered with dirty brown patches. It hung to her knees, concealing her well, regardless of it's less then elegant look as of lately.
She fell at the fairy's feet. Exhausted from her escape, exhausted from her fears. As she spoke to the woman before her, her ears where pealed for the sound of heavy foot fall. The echo of barking dogs. She was the princes prized asset, she would be surprised if he did not hunt her down like some animal. "P-p-please don't make me g-g-go back..."
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 10:59 pm
Quote: "P-p-please don't make me g-g-go back..."
~The Good Fairy~
Aerithnia tilts her head, quietly watching the girl's meager struggles to free herself from the briers, her mask of concern shifting to one of intrigued observation.
Why, she is like a little butterfly caught within a net...the more she struggles, the more agony she brings herself...Fascinating.
Aerithnia lifts no hand to interrupt the wounded creature's clumsy collapse into the pile of dead leaves littering the forest floor. The pungent odor of blood, sweat and tears intermingle with the earthen forest scents, creating no doubt a bouquet of temptation for any near by predators. She regards the battered child for a moment before gracefully crouching down to her eye level. Her unearthly gaze moves over the torn shirt, bruised flesh and tangled hair in a slow, but curious manor, one long fingered hand reaches forward, touching the once lovely locks and tilting the girl's face upward so that she may meet her tear swollen eyes.
"You have nothing to fear from me little one, you are not trespassing on any property of mine. I do not own this forest..." She breaks eye contact momentarily distracted by something in the distance before returning her strange gaze to that of the girl. "Tell me, what has happened to you? You wear not but a stitch, and you have been...mishandled, have you not?"
Aerithnia makes a tsking noise as her hand slides from the girl's hair to run lightly down her arm, her fingertips resting just above the tell tale mottled indigo of the fingerprint bruises.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:35 pm
Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?
To have your dreams come true? Cinderella now don't you fall
For a Prince so new.... Cinderella looked up at the fairy as she spoke, her sobs stopping, her blue eyes almost pleading with her. How could she tell this kind woman her story, it was such a long one she didn't even know if she had the breath to tell it all. She brought her knees to her chest as she thought for a long moment on where to start.
"I was his slave.. Tricked into it rather.." she started, not wanting to go into the nitty gritty details of her life. It had been her life since she was of age, about 11, 12 years old. She couldn't remember. She searched the woman's kind, yet eerie face for any sign at all. "P-p-please don't make me talk about it right now, ms. " she plead as she slowly rose to her bare feet.
Cinderella could hear the faint sound of dogs in the back ground, her eyes widen in horror as she realized her worse fears where coming alive. Her dirt stricken face looked back to the fairy, why was she so trusting to this one? The last one who had came to her, only lead her to her demise. He said it would be everything she ever dreamed of. But it was everything in her nightmares. "He is coming for me now..I-I-I can't s-s-stay here..." she spoke quickly as she looked around the Enchanted forest, trying to figure rather she should go left or right. As if it mattered, she knew the dogs would aid him in finding her reguardless.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 9:02 pm
Quote: "He is coming for me now..I-I-I can't s-s-stay here..." she spoke quickly as she looked around the Enchanted forest, trying to figure rather she should go left or right. As if it mattered, she knew the dogs would aid him in finding her reguardless.
~The Good Fairy~
Aerithnia lifts herself from the ground with the girl, her pale lips turning down in a distinct expression of annoyance at their sudden interruption. Her hand glides away from Cinderella's wounded arm as she tilts her head toward the baying of the hounds. Meddlesome creatures...
Her eyes narrow to sinister slits in their direction for a time before looking back down at the bedraggled girl. She sighs dramatically and says:
"It seems we have not the time for you to tell your tale to me, but perhaps later if you survive your pursuers, you will grace me with it?" Her lips tilt upward in a cool smile, an arm languidly lifting to point a long finger to a path on the left, the other arm mimicking it's sister, pointing to a path on the right. "Tell me little butterfly, what is it that you desire? Shelter, companionship...revenge, for what he has taken from you? You must choose quickly, like myself, they can no doubt smell the blood pumping through your panicked heart."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 3:24 pm
Sairen_Songweaver ~Rapunzel~
Forgetting herself, Rapunzel lifts her bowed head from the delicate blossoms and momentarily basks in the early morning light. The sun warms her chilled flesh, settling comfortably around her like a golden blanket. Her long, tangled hair falls around her face and body in a wild, sun spun halo, and the wounds on her hands and arms for the moment appear not quite as dramatic.
This can't be real...she thinks, still unmoving, unwilling to break the spell that had cast itself over this amazing glade in an otherwise dark, and terrifying forest.
The enchantment is broken by a strange noise, causing her to jump and move quickly to hide behind a large rose bush. Her wide eyes cast about to find its source, seeing the strange little troop of felines heading toward the stables. Cats? She sighed wistfully, longing to pet one. She had seen pictures of them, but was never allowed to have one as a pet in her tower.
She watches them closely, her fear melting into curiosity at what they might be doing. She glances toward the main entrance, then back at the line of creatures, unsure of which way to go.
I'm so tired but...I could follow them...see what they're doing. She thinks with a little frown, what on earth would I say to a cat? Shortly after the procession of basket toting felines find their way to the barn, there is again movement at that little side door. This time only two larger cats emerge, each of them with the tip of what seems to be a folded net in their mouth. The pair moves in sync, keeping their cargo lifted between them so it does not drag upon the ground. From the small door flap behind them spills out three wee kittens, each one tumbling over another in their attempts to clear the walkway first. Although Rapunzel is too far away to hear their mewing, she can clearly make out the communal squeak that errupts as a fourth kitten launches from the flap and bowls down the entire lot. After some ear gnawing and paw batting, the frisky mousers-in-training realise that their two chaperons have long left them behind, and are now halfway across the glade heading towards the forest. Three of the four quickly scramble to follow the older feline pair, abandoning the fourth brother who has stopped in place to quench an urgent need to clean himself. Along the way, the third kitten trailing the entourage finds distraction from the clucking noises that have begun to arise from the barn, its course veering to investigate this obviously questionable disturbance. None of the furries seemed to have noticed yet the onlooker peeking out from their gardens.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 4:05 pm
Mr. Eccentricity 
Even before the pain began to subside, Red's mind calmed down and began to think. A hunter's mind needed to always be active, even in the midst of pain. She listened to Molly's words and was dismayed to hear of what would happen, though she didn't expect any less. Panic began to set in, though the sight of her friend kept her from going back to the blinding dark. 'What will I do if a wolf shows up?' she thought, worried for them both.
However, Molly knew exactly what words to say. A smile actually formed on Red's face; she truly was relieved. Or, at least, she felt a little better. Still, her hatred and paranoia over beasts was not something a few words could fully eradicate, so Red did not fully settle into ease. Every now and then, her eyes would frantically dash around, even when there was no mysterious movement in the brush.
"So...how about that bread?" she said, a bit hesitant but actually eager, for once, for conversation. Though the odd fruit-bread-thing had a pleasant smell, Red was more particular to meat, so her slight aversion to it was expected.
She's not so little anymore...   Molly smiles, knowing how hard Red must be trying. Perhaps there was hope for her little crazy yet. "I think it's the milk and honey sweet bread," she offers, rising to her feet to search for a decent splint. "We'll know for sure once we crack 'er open. Funny thing about them breadfruit trees. They come in all sortsa varieties. Maybe someday I'll take you to the daft place they spawn from. That area is the premiere location for freaky native floral... 'mongst other things."She continued her offhanded chatter as she plucks through the underbrush seeking a small, sturdy scrap of wood. If there was one thing Molly was good at, it was talking. Very early in her years Molly realised that the right string of words speeding from her tongue could feed her, cloth her, and save her hide. Often when she traveled alone, the eccentric redhead would talk to herself just to ensure she never lost her gift of gab. It was amazing how useful the normally annoying trait had proven to be, and she took a particular pride in just how creatively and effectively she could bullshyt her way through a situation. In a way, it was almost an expression of art. "Ah hah! Ere we go," Molly proclaims happily, seizing upon a loosened chunk of bark. Wrapping her fingers around the bark encrusted length, she anchors one foot firmly on the ground while grappling the log with the other before giving it a good yank. The thick plank breaks off in her hands, and she grins from ear to ear as she holds up her prize for Red to see. "See that? We'll get you all fixed up, then we'll finish our little jaunt to the east," Molly tells her happily, coming to sit beside her again. From her bag she pulls a decent sized hunting knife. Figuring it'll brighten Red's mood if she gets to play with sharp things, she offers both the wooden slab and the knife to her companion. "Wedge that bark off the side for me, would ya? We don't want any bugs carting along with us in your cast."Once Red has her task, Molly takes to preparing the wrappings. "We can camp on the edge of the forest just before it breaks into the coastline, stayin in the protective shelter of the trees. Oh! I can save a bit o'the bread from dinner and we could collect clams in the mornin. I've got some dried milk. Stars, if we could get our hands on some cream, I'd make you the best chowder like you've never had in this life or any other! You ever tried chowder before?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:33 pm
Cinderella, would you like to go to the ball?
To have your dreams come true? Cinderella now don't you fall
For a Prince so new.... Cinderella stopped in her panic, what was it about this woman that seemed so soothing? She swallowed hard, trying to calm her own nerves as she looked in the direction the dogs where narrowing from.
"I suppose I cannot have all of the above, so safe passage and shelter is what I desire now, madam." she said with a bit more confidence then before. She could get out of this, she wouldn't get caught again. Even if it meant her own demise, she would never lower herself to those standers again.
"And if you can help me, milady. I will tell you my tale, even though it is a.. sickly one.." she finished as she took a step to her right, in the path of the fairy's right hand. She looked at the her once more, taking in her beauty. If the Prince could see her, he would surely want her for his own sick pleasures as well.
Cinderella tried to force a smile, but it quickly failed as she tucked a strand of her blond curls behind her delicate ear. Her blue eyes speaking with the woman, pleading with her for help. She didn't want to be captured again, she had been abused all her life. She hoped that this woman, this beautiful creature had not come to harm her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 10:41 pm
Quote: None of the furries seemed to have noticed yet the onlooker peeking out from their gardens.
~Rapunzel~
From behind the rose bush Rapunzel raptly gazes at the kittens as they playfully n** and tug on one another, then break off to go in different directions of fancy. She smiles fondly, the urge to coax one to her and run her fingers through its baby soft fur unexpectedly overwhelming the heavy feeling that lack of sleep weighed on her sleight body. Her eyes linger on the last little one to follow the rest as he ferociously cleans his unwilling tail into submission. She giggles, wondering what it would be like to have such a silly thing attached to one's person.
Perhaps the owner of this place has a soft spot for animals. She muses as she gathers her courage, stepping out from behind the bush to take a few tentative steps toward the tiny animal.
Once she has drawn a few feet away, she slowly sinks to her knees on the lush grass, making little kissy noises at him. One hand is held out palm open and fingers wriggling, hoping to catch his attention.
"Hello little darling, kitty, kitty?" She murmurs in a soft voice.
[[Thanks for the heads up lilly!]]
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 11:17 pm
Quote: "And if you can help me, milady. I will tell you my tale, even though it is a.. sickly one.."
~The Good Fairy~
The cool smile gracing Aerithnia's lips broadens into an expression of rapture. Just as slowly, she lowers her arms and turns to face the girl, her eyes holding Cinderella's blue ones as she murmurs softly,
"Mmm...sickly or no, it is still a story no doubt worth telling my child." She touches the pendant around her neck, absently stroking its golden frame with a long finger.
"Clever girl, it pleases me greatly to hear you utter those words. You can't very well avenge yourself if you allow that fragile body to wither within these woods now can you?" She laughs musically, as if the phrase were a private joke that the two shared and takes a gliding step toward Cinderella, one arm raising up to rest a gentle hand on her bruised cheek. She brushes a lock of hair away from her face and leans in close to Cinderella's ear.
"Fret not. Hold your head up, and do not give into your fears dear one, or they, like those hungry hounds...will devour you. Now go, and do not forget your promise to me."
With the other hand she gently turns the girl around and gives her a slight push in the direction she desired.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:10 pm
Zelic Frobe (Umm, Draw, I did say that the scythe was lying next to him on the ground.) "I Scarecrow." said the Scarecrow. "I find you." His head bobbled. There was a lound noise in the trees from the direction that the straw man had come from, and the Tin Man's head appeared over his companion. "Ah, there you are, you little blighter." One metallic arm reached out and picked up the Scarecrow easily. "You need to stop running off like that, you, know."The Tin Man set the Scarecrow down standing as he walked his full seven-foot-eleven-and-one-quarter frame into full view. Casting his gaze over the small party, he nodded once. "Hello, chaps. I'm the Tin Man."  Odette had a tendency to trust people too quickly. She found herself unafraid of these newcomers. "Hello. I'm Odette." She replied serenely. She looked over at her companions, hoping they would be kind as well. Though she knew Belle, and Belle didn't trust others so easily.   Belle's eyes narrowed. Her heart pounded in her chest. This tin man was very tall. Her eyes rolled at Odette's child-like thinking. Of course she would introduce herself so willingly. She was lucky to still be alive. "I'm Belle. What brings you around these parts?" She asked wearily. She wasn't one to trust so quickly. ((Sorry for my long delay.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 8:39 pm
As Molly described the variety of the breadfruit trees, Red held a great mental picture in her head. Fascinating... she thought. If talking flowers and breadfruit was what awaited them, what else could there be? There seemed to be no talk of animals, so Red was less wary. Nothing would make her completely at ease, however.
Flowers bordered her mind with fantasies, and for one moment, she felt happier, just as she had lived before the Wolf. Taking detours to visit the flowers, being blind to the Wolf in her grandmother's clothing, so many things she would never do twice. But here she was, traveling to the flowers once more. Only it was not the detour, it was the destination. Perhaps had she done that as a child, it would not have tempted her. Then again, would the Wolf have stopped, seeing the grandmother and child together? She dismissed these thoughts, choosing to focus on Molly's sudden exclamation.
Red smiled upon being given the knife, but upon glancing at Molly's eyes, she calmed herself, reducing her smile. Molly would not be so keen to give her the knife next time if she continued to act like this. After all, she would not want to be thought of as crazy now, would she?
Red began to carve the bark off, nodding at the worry of bugs. She had no aversion to them much like most females she had ever met, but she did know the infections and possible poisons they carried. She smiled during the work, happy to have something to do that involved what she loved: chopping and knives. But perhaps it was not the work. Molly's voice comforted her, and that was enough.
"Chowder? Maybe when I was a child... but I don't remember any of that now. Besides, where on Earth would we get some cream anyhow?" she said, smiling at the notion. "There. That should be good enough," she claimed upon finishing the wood. "Have anything I could attach it with?" she asked. She was not ready to have Molly do it completely for her, but ignoring the linen in her own bag so Molly could offer some would help somehow. Being completely independent would not work right now. That concept scared Red, but she knew it was something that she would not only have to get used to, but something she felt that she could get used to. And that was enough.
She's not so little anymore...
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