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 Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:07 pm
My Corrupted Prince
Username: Andranis
Name of Prince: Paillard Voleur
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es: Lockes of hair from various princesses, worn attached to random spots in his mane and tail; A cloak/cape, an earring, a bracelet, a necklace, cufflinks; Lots of 'love bites'
Your Prompt: Once upon a time, in a land not unlike this, far away and across the seas(Or maybe the stars!), there was a prince... Pale of skin and dark of hair, he charmed many a lady in his court. They thought him dashing, seeking his love and to become his bride, hoping to one day be queen when he became king. But he could not settle for one, and in fact proclaimed no lady of his court appeasing enough. So his servants went looking for one for him, but still none appeased him. So he went on a journey himself to find the perfect bride, never to return.
The first land he came to, a princess captured his attention. She wasn't beautiful, not by his own standards(For he was very vain), but it was more her wealth. He charmed his way into her court, flirting endlessly with her, even winning her heart. On the day that would be their wedding, because he had none, the king lent him a cape. It was a fine cape, a deep midnight blue with a soft, plush white fur lining, decorated in silver stars and moons. He looked positively dashing in it! That night, though, as they left the festivities alone, he confessed his need to be free. So stealing a clip of her hair and the cape, he ran off, leaving her to raise a child alone. The only thing anybody had to say positive was that the child was at least not a b*****d...
The second land he came to, the prince discovered a princess high in a tower. Unlike the last, he found her as beautiful as he felt he was, and so began working his way into the court, until he was able to be alone with her. She found his story of his first bride dying an untimely death hopelessly and tragically romantic, and fell for him. While he found her pleasurable company, though, he found her voice most irritating. Once again, with the first chance he had, he stole a locke of hair, and this time a single earing, and whisked away in the night.
More tragically, the princess with the annoying voice died in childbirth.
The third land the prince came to, he found what he considered a two-for-one! Twin princesses, ripe for the picking! He kept both on a short leash, and yet never revealed he was charming them both. Neither questioned when he had a necklace from one sister, and a bracelet from the other. His lie caught up with him when they both found out they were pregnant, and in the dark of the night, he fled the kingdom... Chased by angry guards.
The king wasn't happy and vowed the prince will be put to death if he ever returned to the kingdom.
In the fourth land, the prince found a princess who was everything he dreamed of. Beautiful in look and voice, with a personality that seemed to mesh with his perfectly. But unlike the others, she played hard to get, answering yet avoiding his advances. It only made the prince want her more.
The night of their wedding came, and the prince made a discovery that, quite frankly, shocked him. The princess was not what she seemed! While he'd thought it amusing that everybody was as pale as he, the prince had never imagined WHY. He just barely escaped the kingdom, his tokens of the event cufflinks and a bit of hair, as well as 'love bites' and a permanent thirst for blood.
The princess, in the mean time, had the last laugh, for the prince had made a confession to her to ward her off. He was no prince at all, but a simple thief and liar. Now he would be a liar, a thief... And a vampire.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 3:58 pm
My Corrupted Prince
Username: Tara de Draiocht
Name of Prince: Baron "Reaper" Heathcliff
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es: Magic Amulet, leather black jacket, and leather pants.
Your Prompt:
Our story begins on a night every much like the one now on All Hallows Eve, a young fellow who had slowly become corrupted by greed. Baron was his name and instead of being tucked in bed getting well rested for the next day, he was out on one of his usual conquest to flirt as well as seduce local princesses of different countries. He had it all planned out ahead of time and was yet to get caught. Once the ladies were asleep for the night he would silently get dressed and steal most of their expensive possessions and fade off into the night. His spoils that he had gotten from previous entanglements were sold to merchants, what did he need of jewellery? No, gold and money were much more suiting. That was how he bought his current duds. Nothing was better than fine leather on a fella and a heavy leather jacket to keep oneself warm.
Baron was at a local gathering at the time when the name “Duchess Eliza Etolie” entered his line of hearing. The more he heard of her vast riches, but with that came a caution about her weird ways. The more he wanted to test the limit, ignoring the warning that came with the duchess’ name he set out to do what he was best at. He got cocky. He had known that night what he would become he was have taken heed. So late that night while a Halloween ball was entering the rich Baron, later to be known as “Reaper”, dressed himself to the nines in his favourite leather clothing and made his way to woo Duchess Eliza Etolie. He of course won her over with his charm and grace, or so he thought. He followed Eliza blindly into her chambers and suddenly he couldn't move or speak or do anything.
He still to this day remembered her words, "Such a foolish male you are too wander into my home. Ruled by your male parts and not your brains. You should have heeded the warning of the villagers." She had nuzzled his neck then before striking out with such force that his neck begun to bleed heavily. His vision was blackening as he watched her wander over to the dresser to pull out an amulet. "I've always wanted a minion to control... Cursed in your greed you are now and forever my fair Reaper. Forever to roam the night and prey upon those who dare stop your thirst for pleasure. You picked the wrong princess to steal from this time." She placed the blood dropped necklace around his neck. "A gift to you to keep for always and if you should ever remove such a trinket... you will be dust in the wind."
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:16 pm
My Corrupted Prince
Username: Lady_Ourania
Name of Prince: Ashok
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es: Snake skin; the foot of an albatross on a frayed, black tether; a silvery antler from a youthful stag
Your Prompt: Ashok had begun his journey under the most auspicious tidings, performing all of the necessary rituals and customs guaranteed to make the venture successful. The young prince had, in fact, met with several eligible ladies in the weeks since he'd set out. There had been the desert princess, Analia, who had bloomed lovely and calm out of the dunes of her homeland. The lady Morgana of the sea kingdom had possessed comparable charm, the iridescent scales that accented her brow granting the maiden an expression of perpetual gentleness. In the woods, he had discovered a nymph with a laugh like a bell, draped in vines and conversing expectantly with trees. Yet all three had rejected the lightest of advances, claiming that marriage was a distant prospect in their current situations. Analia would explain it to him as a plague that threatened her people, leaving patterns of struggle in the sand and a tang of metal in their mouths. Morgana, too, would whisper of trusted subjects coming up for air, only to be cut down by a malignant force, bodies found hanging in the water amidst clouds of red. The nymph, who had given him no name, seemed truly afraid of the creatures that stalked through her abode, burying corpses up to their necks in the soil and poisoning the plants.
Ashok was no warrior, and he knew well that it was not within his realm to fight for outside causes, but the plight of all three mares compelled him to offer aid. Analia, demure even in her gratitude, gave him the weathered moltings of a serpent, instructing him to wrap the length of it around him to gain stealth and swiftness. For her part, Morgana offered him the foot of a bird on a salty cord, a sailor's good luck charm. The dryad, her eyes wet and warmer than ever in the wake of his gallantry, drudged up a small, shed antler for him to take. The points were honed and deadly, and he knew its intended purpose without needing to be told. There was a leader, they all said, a faceless monster who dispatched orders. He could not destroy them all, but if he were to cut down the worst of them then they would be headless, weakened.
For four nights the prince tracked the beasts that terrorized the realm. His encounters with them were quick and violent, dwindling his entourage until only he and one other stallion stood at the entrance to a cavern. They had tracked the origin of the dark things to here, and now they lingered on the threshold under the dull gleam of starlight. From the shadowy recesses wafted the scent of decay, and both figures grew tellingly still when they heard the hissing and skittering of untold numbers beyond. Hesitantly, Ashok wetted his mouth with his tongue and turned to his sole remaining companion, one of the few guards who had not fled or died at the hands of their enemies. The other male appeared as bloodied and bedraggled as he, sides heaving out exhausted breaths in the wintry night air. The whites around his eyes were pronounced when they shared a look, and Ashok realized he likely wore a similar expression of fear. He smiled grimly to hide it, and spoke in a tone less authoritative than usual. "Stay here, and if I should fail to return, please carry news back to the kingdom."
The knight protested, watching Ashok begin to don his tokens with a deep frown. It took both of them to drape the serpent skin over his shoulders to the point where it wouldn't flutter free at the least provocation, and a few aborted tries to slide the withered foot around his neck. Finally, he picked up his paltry weapon, giving the other stallion a nod of sincere thanks that was returned with a deeper bow. Steeling himself, he walked directly into the cavern's mouth.
The reek increased exponentially the deeper he went, and the prince tamped down on the urge to gag, instead squinting deeper into the layers of the dark. Rashes of mushroom caps covered the rock walls, casting a glow faint enough to allow him to see in small bursts. For a moment, he thought he had come at an opportune time, the sounds seemingly far away even as he crept deeper inward, guided by the ghastly trail of fungi-lights. It was not until total silence descended that he realized his mistake.
Flashes of lily white and frothy red flickered in his peripheral vision, dancing startlingly near. Their eyes were pale and blank, bloodshot over the slackness of their red-stained mouths. He lashed out at them, let his hooves and the antlers' prongs sink deep. The foulness of their wounds ripened the quality of the air, and they snarled until the echoes of the sound rebounded endlessly. Yet they never charged him directly or en masse, even as he became aware of the press of bodies just outside the circle of his reach. Luck, speed, and raw power held them at bay, allowing him to move painstakingly forward.
His flailing attacks stopped when they drew back completely, leaving him panting in the center of a semi-circle of bared teeth. Warily, he watched as a hole opened in their ranks, permitting someone to enter into the fold. He did not expect a mare to emerge, the tips of her ears barely higher than his snout. Her form seemed slight, almost ailing, flesh little more a dense spider web-lattice that hinted at veins and darker organ meat lurking beneath. But her stare was incandescent, grotesquely alert, and when he took a half step back, her smile cut like a knife.
"You are very persistent," she said softly, drawing closer. Her mouth was hypnotizing in motion, and he found he could not look away from it. The snake skin writhed upon his back at her nearness, muscle and bone again as it sought to strike. The toes of the albatross clenched and unclenched over his heart, the only reason blood was still pumping through him at all. The stag horn grew heavier, wildly sprouting prongs like the branches of a prolific tree. Yet he could not move, immobilized by the quality of her gaze, the lightness of her step. She was lovelier than anything he had ever seen before, spun from some meeting of nightmare and fantasy, an amalgam of light and dark. None of the other mares had affected him thus, but she was beyond earthly fetters, above the dryness of deserts, the rust of oceans and the rot of woods. Her element was silence, peaceful and timeless. It filled his chest with an ache he could put no name to.
The breath on his neck was warm, yet he could not twist his head, could not bring himself to bury the antler into the delicate whiteness of her throat. He felt the slickness of her tongue before another sensation registered, the fangs sharp enough that there was a delay between his flesh parting and the pain. The antler clattered to the ground, loud in the stillness. But he heard a howl go up above it, and it was a terrible, shattering sound.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:25 pm
My Corrupted Prince
Username: Ishtanballa
Name of Prince: Antwan
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es:
-A long silk scarf with a leaf brooch
-A long silk ribbon
-A simple pendant
Your Prompt:
A fine stallion was prince Antwan. They said that his silky mane tail shown so dark in color, that when light caressed them, they gleamed like the night sky. His eyes were such a soft shade of blue that they put new born foals to shame. Rumors had it that looking into those blue orbs would calm any raging spirit. And the fur that covered his body was so soft that it was petting a baby lamb.
Trully he was a fine stallion.
A prince is nothing without a princess, and this applied to prince Antwan as well. Determined to fill his role in every way, Antwan gathered his most loyal servants and set out to find a mare whom he could call his princess.
It did not take long to encounter a mare that drew Antwan's eye. She was a tiny little flutter with dainty wings that shined like the sea. Her mane was compromised of long ebony curls that bobbed with each flirtatious movement. And around her neck hung a silken crimson scarf, clasped together by a gold leaf brooch. With emerald eyes and a sultry smile, the mare drew Antwan in.
Antwan could tell that this mare was one of expensive taste, so he offered her the finest trinkets he had to his name. Days turned to nights, and nights to days, and always this mare was close to his side. So close that every now and then, their sides would brush. She was truly a beauty to gaze upon. But despite her obvious beauty, Antwan found his gaze constantly drawing to her scarf. Such a shade of red, it caused a hunger to stir within him.
It was a shame that such beauty became tarnished. Antwan had not meant for it happen, or had been aware when it had happened. One night he awoke, and once warm mare that slept at his side had gone cold and stilled. Her once lovely face now forever frozen in pain, and the fur around his mouth was stained red. Silently, Antwan unclasped the scarf from around her neck. It would be a memento of his tragic first princess.
Antwan did not mourn for long. The next mare of beauty that crossed the prince's path was a shy wind. She hid her face behind a sable mane, but when it parted and golden eyes peered up at Antwan, he could feel his heart falter.
Knowing that this mare would have to be treated more delicately than the first, Antwan kept his distance, at first. With each passing day, Antwan would close some of that distance. And each day, he left her a single daisy as an offering. He knew that he had her the day she looked up at him and offered him a small smile.
His days were filled with this shy mare that had captured his heart, and the only reminder of his first love was the scarf around his neck. But it was not long before that strange hunger returned. You see, his shy little mare wore a silk ribbon in her mane. And this ribbon was a shade of crimson that matched his first love's scarf. When the ribbon caught the light and drew his gaze, he felt as if it was beckoning to him. Why, he could not say.
When he awoke at night, he was not surprised to find that his lovely wind had gone cold and still. Much like the first. The only difference between she and the first was that one of her lovely wings had been cruelly broken, preventing her escape. The only clue to what happened was a lingering taste of copper within his mouth. Carefully, Antwan had removed the ribbon from her mane. This would be the remind of his tragic second princess.
Now we come to the third mare. A brash uni with a tongue as sharp the edge of a spear point. From the moment she'd set her glaring brown eyes upon him and yelled for him to watch where he was going, Antwan was hooked. He followed this snow white beauty wherever she went. Ignoring every curse that she tossed his way. His stubbornness must have broken her resolve as one day, she began speaking with him. And as they conversed, he tried hard to ignore the crimson tear drop pendant that hung around her neck.
He did not shower this mare with gifts, knowing that she would simply hurl them back in his face. Instead he allowed his words to do all the work for him. He knew that he hadn't gotten through the day that he made her laugh. Immediately after, she leaned over and gave his shoulder an affectionate nuzzle. Beneath these nuzzles, the first and second loves became less than memories.
But as always, the hunger returned. And with it, the end of his love. When he awoke, it was to find his fangs still buried within her neck, and her warm blood within his mouth. Gently, he extracted his fangs from her mouth, staring at her with blank eyes as he watched the life fade from hers. He stared until her body went cold beside his, and then with great pain, he rose. He unclasped the pendant from around her throat and wrapped it around his right front leg, and then limped off. Soon, he would forget what he had done and mourn his third love. The only sign that would be left would be the bruises she'd left behind.
A fine stallion, Antwan had once been.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 4:33 pm
My Corrupted Prince Username: Lolli McHotpants Name of Prince: Moartea lui Moştenitor (Romanian for Death's Heir) What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es:Pale gold, dried flowers in his mane and tail. A black lace collar with a fire opal cameo nested in filligreed platinum hanging from the center. Your Prompt: Day One: Quote: Mother begged me not to go. Her pleas filled my ears as I strode from one end of the castle to the other in thought and planning. Threats of becoming ugly with grief were flung as she followed me about telling me that she'd weep until she cried tears of blood. I laughed and kissed her on the cheek. That's Mother, My Mother, and always more than a bit of a dramatist. As I left the front gates there was naturally no sign of Father, but I was not heartbroken by the fact. There has been little love between he and I since my childhood when he tried to turn my beloved Mother away. There has been little sign of him since that day. It seemed, as I left, that the Gods themselves smiled on my departure to find a loving Queen of my own. That is if I believed in such religious folly. Day 19: Quote: It has been a day and a half since I crossed the border that seperates my kingdom from that of the adjoining one and the difference is as Night and Day. I left one of the border gates that rests along my country's northern wall witha smile on my face and a song in my heart. What I was greeted with-- Was death. No more than three of my footsteps away from the wall were the remains of what I fear are from another intelligent creature, their is no growing grass just dust, the trees are bare of fruit or bird, and in the distance I can see a hilltop castle caged within rose thorns. Even the deadly vines themselves are naked of their petalled beauties, the roses. Remembering the folk-lore told to me by my Nanny(may her soul reside in peace) of the sleeping princess trapped by a terrible witch, I immediately set off towards the hilltop in the hopes that I may find my bride there in the most heroic of ways. Day 27: Quote: Day after day I have tried to climb the hill towards the castle, and day after day I have been deterred by those damned thorns. My body is covered in scores left by the blasted plants with each one bleeding and covering me in my own red life. Still there is no great reward without great risk and I have pushed on. The castle is no more than a few steps away and though the hill was heavily defended the front gates have been worn away and broken by the tendrils of time. My heart aches looking at the destruction of the stonework as I wonder if one day the same is to happen to my own home. There is no time like the present to find the Princess, no matter how my body quakes at the thought of what could be lurking about ever corner. Meeting death himself is a small price to pay for the prize I may return home with. Day 70: Quote: It has been some time since I found my way to the chamber where the lovely princess lay waiting- Gripped in death and nothing but bones remaining. It seemed as though I was too late, but resting in the stringy remnants of her hair were fresh roses. I bent to lift one to my nose and as I touched it the room swirled about me and there where a corpse had been was the loveliest maiden I've ever dreamt of. She thanked me, graciously, for taking the time to travel to her resting place and smiled sadly. She bade me sit and let her spin me a tale-- And it was quite a tale indeed. The lovely maiden was known as Princess Calista, heir to the Kingdom of Golden Roses. That was never their official name, but it broke her heart to say her land's true name and so we agreed to never think on it again. Her kingdom had been one of great prosperity, being the only place where the roses bloomed in a yellow so vibrant the petals were often mistaken as being true gold. She was born and raised there, until on the eve of her joining womanhood and choosing herself a consort King a terrible storm rolled in. With the storm came the most terrifying thing of all, a Witch Queen wrapped in the pelts and decorated in the bones of her enemies. Atop her head rested a writhing crown of sorrow and despair and resting within was a ruby the size of a racoon's head. The evil queen didn't say a word-- She simply swept about the castle touching and killing the staff and members of the royal family coming finally on the King, Queen, and their unaturally beautiful Princess. She said not a word, simply choosing instead to nod to the King as though they were intimately aware of one another. Tears rolled down his cheek but still he stepped towards the vile witch and pressed his lips to the ruby set in her horrible crown. The Queen and Princess watched as his life was lifted from his body in a vibrantly purple smoke and then trapped within the very jewel he'd kissed. The Evil Queen had the faintest smiles of pleasure on her own face as she turned her attentions to the Princess and her mother. It was then that she chose to speak, demanding that the Queen pay her dues. "I gave her everything you wanted, with the condition you would never concieve a child. You have turned on our contract and now-- So do I." With that the Queen of the lands cried out in terror and then was gone. The Princess swore she saw her mother's and father's faces in the ruby as the witch strode towards her, looking ever more youthful. She could not remember what happened next, only that the next time she knew thought was when I happened to touch one of the roses in her hair. With determination in her eyes she begged that I find the Witch that had done this to her family and make the demonic woman pay. There is no possible way this Princess can become my bride, but I made the vow anyway. The witch will die. Day 146: Quote: I have spent all of my waking hours tracking down tale after tale of the witch that I have taken to calling "Death's Queen". From kingdom to kingdom I have travelled on the heels of the elusive witch queen, never able to find word on where she resides. The first several times I'd tried to learn anything, no one would speak to me for fear that I was a spy of the Death's Queen myself. It occurred to me that it was due to my clothing and stately manner and have such stripped myself of such things. Wandering as a lone beggar I have found that all of the Kingdoms are in the same state of disrepair and poverty as when I first left my own home. Why, I find myself wondering, are all of the lands but my own so desolute and touched by Evil? Why have we thus been spared? Day 192: Quote: I came upon and old man with a girl today. Both were caked in blood and dust but upon further inspection I could see that wrapped around the young woman's throat was a cameo cut from opal and set in the most stunning of white metals. Questioning this the old man told me of how he had once been head butler of a great kingdom, put in charge of caring and raising the young Princess. She'd been a handful in her youngest days and he'd spent many an afternoon chasing her throughout the castle walls. The last day he'd ever go looking for her a dark storm had rolled in and covered the castle in a deep mist. The princess had gone missing and he'd feared that she'd vanished outside in the damp darkness. Instead, he said, he'd found her hiding in an escape hatch that led to her parent's throne room. The castle had gone deathly still save for the heated words of a strange woman and the cries of the King and Queen. I could guess where the story went from there and proceeded to tell my own story and that of the Rose Princess to the pair of them. As I did so, the young girl caked in her own blood started to sob violently. It turns out that she was the Princess and that it would have been better if she'd turned out like the other princess I had come across. Instead, she'd decided to stand up for her parents- Speaking violently against the Witch. Her reward had been the loss of her tongue, ripped from her mouth by the spirits of her own parents. She was left to bleed on the floor of the Great Bedroom as the Queen swept away, looking ever more youthful. I asked the old butler if he had seen the face of this most evil of Queens and he told me that he had. That he could never forget the face of the creature that had destroyed his kingdom in one night. He described to me in great detail the woman that I had set myself out to kill and as he did so a deep chill settled in my heart. I had seen Death's Queen before-- He had described my own mother. Day 356: Quote: A full year has passed since I set out to find a Queen. My target has changed but still I seek a Queen. My Queen. My Mother. I am at the gates of the castle, and have called her down to see me. I have announced for all of my subjects to hear what their queen has done to the world around them. What she truly is. I set out towards my home kingdom expecting a fight, and by the Gods I will get one. I wear in my hair the dried and dead roses taken from the Rose Princess' own hair and around my throat is the lace and cameo collar of the Toungeless Girl. My body is covered in scars and fresh wounds. Above me she stands. Her words are forming something and she's crying, but they are no ordinary tears. Down her face are rivers of blood. My mother is throwing her arms out wide and as she does so her appearance changes to that of Death's Queen. Everything I have vowed to destroy is in my castle with my own mother's face. But it is not just her that changes, as the filligreed tiara of my childhood becomes the writhing mass of souls upon her head the kingdom changes. The land is dark and cold. What once was eternal day is now eternal night. In my heart I know that everything she did- She thought she was doing for me. A child born of darkness and an oath with Death. My life is a lie. Day 679:
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:40 pm
My Corrupted Prince
Username: CheshireKttty
Name of Prince: Alexander
What memento/mementos does he have from princess/es: The broken hand mirror, a pendant, and her hair ribbon (feel free to play around with it more if you want smile )
Your Prompt:
For years the prince had scoured the land, searching for his bride to be. Many lovely maidens had made the journey to his kingdom in hopes that they might spark the stallion's interest. The prince encountered hundreds of mares during his search, yet only one ever caught his eye. The beautiful Isleen had been the jewel of her kingdom and no one could rival her beauty. At first, she had refused to even acknowledge the prince, yet, over time, he was able to win her over and the two fell madly in love.
At first, the kingdom rejoiced at the prince having found his love. However, their happiness was short lived for it became apparent that the princess valued her looks above everything else, even the prince. Blind to her vanity, Alexander gave Isleen everything that she could ever want and need. With their wedding fast approaching, the prince hired the best dressmaker in all the lands to make the most ravishing wedding dress for Isleen.
“Isleen!” Alexander called out. “I have a surprise for you. Come out here for a moment.”
“What is it?” Isleen grumbled as she came into view. Her hair was wound up in a neat braid and tied with purple ribbon and she wore a necklace with a pendant about her neck. “The wedding is just a week away and I still don’t have a dress. Not to mention those bows that your mother chose are hideous and have just GOT to go.” She was about to continue on when she spotted the Prince and the mare standing beside him. “Who is she?” She spoke, not at all pleased to see a mare at her prince’s side.
“Isleen,” Alexander started. “This is Roxanne. She’s here to make your gown.” He spoke cheerily, as if his bride wasn’t in a state of chaos over their wedding. “She is the kingdom’s finest dressmaker; you won’t find anyone better than her.” He continued on proudly.
Immediately the princess started in on all of the ideas that she had for her dress. “Now I want it to be fit for a queen, and don’t forget the lace! Not too much, but I need at least a little you know.”
Before she could say anymore, Alexander waved the two off and went to talk to his mother about those bows Isleen was so upset over. “I’ll catch up with you two later.” He called over his shoulder.
Satisfied that the princess would be happy with his gift, the prince spent the rest of his day taking care of the last minute wedding plans. When dinner finally arrived, he was so relieved to have a moment to himself that he almost didn’t notice Isleen had not yet arrived. He knew that dresses took a great deal of time to make, yet she really did need to eat something. Perhaps she had decided to work through dinner? It certainly wouldn’t be the first time that she had done so. Well then, if she wouldn’t come to dinner, he would take dinner to her.
Determined to see Isleen eat, Alexander made his way to her chambers. As he approached them, he heard a mare call out in horror. Worried, the stallion quickened his pace and made it to the mare’s chambers in time to see Isleen being sucked into what appeared to be a mirror. “Isleen!” The stallion called out in a panic. Without thinking, he charged the witch that was holding the mirror, determined to save his love. Just as the princess was fully inside the mirror, he hit the witch directly in her withers, sending her askew. As the witch Roxanne fell she dropped the mirror and it crashed to the ground, splintering into several large shards. Alexander cried out in pained horror as he stared at a shard on the ground. Leaking from the broken mirror was Isleen’s blood. In anger and hatred, he turned to exact revenge on Roxanne, only to discover that she had disappeared, leaving him alone with his lost love.
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Posted: Mon Oct 31, 2011 7:22 pm
And Closed!
Please give me a little time to judge I have to write a paper and show off my apartment to a new roommate in the next day so most of my time is into getting that ready
Thank you!
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:53 pm
FOR THE LONG AWAITED ANNOUNCEMENT..........
The Runner Up: (yes I'm a ninja and with all the entries I felt like one was needed) goes to JetAlmeara.
You (if you want) win a halloweenish reg. mare you get to pick one color for her!
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:55 pm
AND NOW FOR THE WINNER OF THE CORRUPTED PRINCE
DRUMROLL PLEASE!
XBlind-DarknessX!!!
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:57 pm
Thank you everyone who participated!
I and my wonderful judges (thank you to them) had a tough time picking! <3
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:58 pm
Gratz to the both of you :3
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:07 pm
OMG! Thank you Hanging Gallow! I'd be happy to get a Halloween mare and for a color *wavers* Purple I think =-)
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:10 pm
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 1:14 pm
Congrats to the both of you. :}
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