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((*is tackled from various directions* ahhhg, it's like babysitting all over again! >.< Twin 4-year-olds. Climbin on top of me, squealing, refusing to wear underpants, spanking my butt... Oh, such sweet angels.
Regardless, I had fun with 'em. And the paycheck was sweeeeet. I just like griping.
Hehe, profile sent in. I like my character. HE'S A p***y! ^w^
(and that means NOT a cat.)
And... yeah, I'm actually leaving on Wednesday and coming back the following Monday--the 11th through the 16th. CONNECTICON BITCHEEEEES. Can't freakin' wait.
BUT I LIKE THIS RP SO IT WILL NOT DIE.))

((WHEE.))

Another day. A day with birds chirping, blue skies, fluffy clouds and bright sunshine. The perfect morning, perfect to fill any person with cheer and excitement for what the day had in store.

Amleth hated it.

He hated this day. This day that was cheery and happy to everyone but him. Everyone else loved these sunny, pleasant, warm days but him. Note, he didn't hate this day in particular. He didn't even hate the weather, specifically. Amleth merely hated all days indiscriminately, because all of them hated him. Oh god, what a wretched life he lived. Every miserable day, regardless of weather, made him drearier and more miserable.

He was still in the middle of building his useless, terrible house. These days went by with little to no event; no one cared about the days he spent working, so they never got much thought. Instead, everyone focused on how he got terrorized by that terrible wolf, and glorified his big, mean, stupid brother who didn't deserve a word of it, that selfish stupid b*****d, Amleth could have just torn that idiot's tail off, he just wanted to go to every minstrel telling this story in the land and bash their stupid empty heads in, those goddamn sons of bit--

Eep. Oh dear, he got mad. He wasn't supposed to let his temper get to him like that. Oh dear, oh dear, he needed to calm down. Yes. Get back to work, just go about things like normal, yes, and it'd all be fine...

A small, cheery breeze that smelled of summertime and roses whistled by, and Amleth moaned as the wall he was building collapsed and scattered across the ground. "Third time today," he mumbled sadly as he plodded after the blowing strands, sniffling. He didn't really know why he bothered building the house any more. He hated building it, it took endless energy and a godlike patience to complete, and the instant he finished, the Wolf would come and destroy it all, and send him scurrying to his brother, who would gloat and sneer. But the story told him to, and he really had no right to do otherwise--he couldn't just neglect his role. His miserable, useless role. He just did what he was told.

But, but, but... he was so tired of this straw, always collapsing, no matter how hard he worked and prayed for it to be easy, and he thought he was starting to get allergic to the terrible stuff. He looked at the spare strands drifting through the air, tauntingly out of his reach. Just... just once... maybe he could try something else...? He didn't have the money or skills for building with bricks or stone, but if he could use something else, it would be better... Just once, no one would notice if he did it differently once. Then he'd go back to the way he was supposed to, but just this once, he didn't want do deal with the straw...

He looked around. A few twigs lay on the ground, scattered about. The Pigman's eyes lit up. Sticks--sticks! Sticks wouldn't blow in the wind, they were sturdier, easier to work with, and they'd still fall over when the Wolf came, so he wouldn't be changing anything! Sticks would make it easier, without changing the fact that he was doomed to fail!

He'd need a lot of them, though. Lots and lots of sticks. Amleth's eyes drifted towards the forest in the distance. He'd never been there before; rumors of monsters, curses, and women with eerily long hair convinced him that the place was best left alone. Besides, why on earth would a pig be in a forest? But, for this one story, he'd need to brave the hazards. There would be trees all over the place, right? He could get lots of sticks there. Yes. Yes, that would be okay, wouldn't it? ...Probably not. People would probably hate him for breaking the rules like this, they always hated him, oh, maybe he should just go back to the straw, yes, then no one would hate him any more than usual. Amleth started to turn back to his heap of a home, but glanced forlornly over his shoulder towards the trees in the distance. Sniffling loudly, he pulled on an ear nervously.

He managed to waddle his way to the forest before long. It wasn't nearly as dark as he'd expected, and there were sticks all over the ground. It was almost pleasant, but Amleth wasn't quite convinced. He kept glancing around, hunched over and trying to be as quiet as his clumsyness would allow (which wasn't very quiet at all).

He'd collected a good armful of twigs before he heard voices drifting through the trees. Squeaking in horror, the Pigman dropped his load and squatted close to the floor, as though it would protect him from whoever was nearby. Whether it was scary monsters or people who would scold him for doing things wrong, he didn't want to be found out.

But a good few minutes passed of the voices, and they didn't get any closer or further away. Amleth bit his lip miserably. Were they going to be there long? His legs hurt, and he wanted to leave now, he wanted to go back and not get in trouble or eaten or anything... Peeking over a bush, he saw a small group of people talking, with various levels of hostility. Whimpering, Amleth crouched low and kept his eyes on the group. He couldn't see who they were, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to know.

((LOOOOOONG! >w< Oh man, I love Amleth. HE'S SUCH A LOSER! XD))

((HOMG MY TURN! WHE! *posts*))

Lok made a very odd face at Red's excitement. He frowned and narrowed his eyes, wondering why he suddenly felt the need to jump along with her. Though, he clenched his teeth and planted his feet firmly. Damn that girl's infectious, upbeat attitude.

"Don't act like you're actually excited. What would you care?" He growled at her. He then flinched and backed up a few steps when she moved to hug him. "Wow... you're not REALLY going to hug me are you?" He said, eyes on her face warily. He looked relieved when she didn't.

Lok's shoulders slumped and he shook his head at her. "You're welcome." He replied in what he figured was a polite tone. "But I didn't do it for you." He added on hotly and then scowled at her. "I'm NOT sweet! I'm a black hearted man eater, AND DON'T YOU FORGET IT!" The wolfish man roared at her, hackles raised along his back once more.

"Gods! They'll think I've gone soft! Some little woman calling me sweet..." He muttered to himself and rubbed at the bridge of his nose while hating how somehow he was really quite flattered she'd think so.

"Damnit, Red." He said lowly, not looking at her and then waved a hand for the prince to see. "Percy, just ignore her, it's easier that way." He advised as she tried to apologize to him. He snickered. "Percy..." He repeated, golden eyes flashing mockingly at the Prince. "I quite like that name."

"And stop you're BAWLING, Percival." The wolf snapped with a roll of his eyes. "We're coming, alright? We'll go!" He grinned a sharped tooth sideways smile. "But we have to make a promise... since after all these years of being gutted and chased off... You can't stop me from eating what I want." He snorted. "Got it, Percy? Even if it's one of your..." He plucked at the air as though dispelling a piece of fluff. "Little fiances." ((pretend the accent mark is there... cos I dunno how to do that))

Lok grinned then, it was an evil bad natured sort of smile, but it was the happiest he'd been in quite a long time. Happier even than the time when the boy cried wolf, one of the few times Lok ever truly got to enjoy himself. Though, that smile got wider when he smelled something quite tasty on the breeze... and the fact that Red gave away the tasty things position when she found it in the bushes.

Lok slunk after her, salivating ever so slightly. Coming up behind Red and the famillar little piggy in the bushes brought out the wolf in him momentarily, a great big monsterous canivor, baring his drooling jaws into a sharp and deadly smile.

"Well, if it isn't the litte piggy that just never made it quite all the way home." Lok leered, pushing passed Red and prowling towards the little piggish man. "Most pigs run insted of coming right to me... is this some sort of dilivery service?" He laughed. "I like it." He snarled happily.

((I'M IN CONNECTICUT BEECHES!! Yall're lucky this place has a computer, cause otherwise I might not get access until Monday, and that'd leave this thing in a rut >.>))

Amleth nearly jumped out of his skin as the freckled young woman discovered his hiding place, marching over to confront him. He yelped as she grumbled something about intruding in on her forest; He tugged his ears miserably and glued his eyes to the wood's floor, stammering and cowering. Ï-I-I-I'm s-s-sorry I d-didn't mean to and I sh-shouldn't have l-left the straw and I w-w-won't do it ag-gain I promise ju-just p-please please don't get mad I'm really really sor-rry--" He hardly even heard her invitation to 'escape,' whatever she meant by that... though he DID hear her mention the---

The wolf loomed over the red-clad girl, mouth dripping and lips curling into a horrible grin as he leered down on the pig. Amleth let out a horrified squeal and dropped to the floor, pulling his ears flat against his head and shaking like a leaf caught in a maelstrom.

"GOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAYGOAWAY" he shrieked. "I HAVE TO FINISH THE HOUSE AND THEN WAIT AND THEN RUN AWAY AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN MY BROTHER AND GOAWAYNOWPLEASE!" He KNEW he should have stuck with the dumb, terrible, horrible straw, now that he'd broken the rules he'd get attacked early and he couldn't hide in the brick house and now no one could save him when this hideous terrible demon creature gobbled him up like the fat hunk of bacon he was... "Leave me alone, I didn't mean to do it, please don't eat me--you can't, you can't eat me yet!" he whimpered into the ground. "You have to wait, have to wait until I'm done and then we have to do it right, we can't change the stupid dumb terrible rules!"

He was going to die. He was. Wolves were bad people, they were nothing but big demon stomachs and now he was going to die because he was so stupid and no one could save him, not even a... a Prince?

The blonde-haired savior stood between him and the terrible creature, and smacked it across the face with a glove. Amleth gawked. Did that work? Was that how most people fought Wolves? He'd always figured that people used big pointy weapons or boiled them, like his brother always did... Maybe Princes were just cool enough to work with just a glove?

After a breif glaring contest, the Prince kneeled down to the Pig, holding out a hand. Amleth's face reddened furiously and he truned his head down, tugging his ears more and shaking his head furiously. "I-I-I'm fine and I won't do it again I'm sorry and um-um-um I should leave."

((YEAH. WOOOOOO. ...Yes?))

((Hahhaa, my tuuuurn. And hahaham, omg Tuefel... Amleth is brillant XD *is like, in love with him*))

Lok had quite been enjoying himself. He rather liked it when his prey cowered beneath him. There was a certain place in his beastly heart that tingled when he smelled fear. He wriggled his clawed limbs and licked the length of his large chops.

"I really do like polite meals." The Wolf said, yellow eyes sharp. "And sorry, but me going away really isn't an option... twice I've been cheated out of a meal this morning and I don't feel the need to be so kind again... especaily with you laying there all nicely just waiting for me to snap you up." He opened his great maw, revealing his set of large incisors. "All you're missing is the apple in your mouth, little pig." He cried as he moved to eat him.

However, there was a sharp pain on his nose and the annoying sight of a very annoying prince. The Wolf vanished and it was Lok again, holding his nose and glaring knives and daggers at Dash.

"That HURT!" He cried, and kicked dirt at the pair of them. He then snarled, baring his mouth into a very wolfish snarl. "And what do you think I am?! Some kind of DOG! I'm a wolf for crying out loud! Don't treat me like a puppy that just went all over your favorite carpet!" He cried and then continued to mutter things under his breath: Percy this and Percy that.

And what was more Red went after him too. He glared at her quite cooly. "I don't eat DEAD things. I'm a hunter! I have to have HUNT." He said low in his throat. "And I don't drool over YOU. Don't give yousrself so much credit... there's just nothing else to hunt in these blasted woods!" He retorted, and then flinched away at her last comment.

He tore behind the prince. "Ahhhh." He said and shuddered. "Don't let her TOOUCH me."

((THE END!.... woo! And stuff.))

((YAY I'M BACK HOME! EVERYONE CHEER! Or not...ya know...

I was thinking of making another character to try to even out girls and boys. So I was wanting to make a character that is the "witch" or "evil seductress" in the fairy tales...cause I really want to play a cool bad guy. XD Haha...bad girl...

but yes...if that's fine with you guys. She'll come in after they leave the forest though...))

((Since no one else seems to want to, I'm posting.))

Sally smirked at Wolf's display of fear and giggled happily. It was a giggle that because of the timing and reason could have made shivers run up a person's spine. Her eyes sparkled as she walked through the trees, excited she was getting out of here.

Goodbye Grandma. Goodbye birds. Goodbye sun.

It made he squeal in joy and wring her hands together. She twirled around and walked backwards so she could watch the others with that eerily sweet smile. "We're LEAVING!" She exclaimed in her sing-song voice to wolf and nodded quickly. She whirled back around, short hair bouncing like chocolate springs and her red cloak wrapping around her flat form.

She spotted the edge of the forest and her eyes widened, heart skipping a beat. Was she really leaving? Should she leave? Her feet slowed down in doubt and she narrowed her dough eyes, thick eyelashes coming closer together. She was on the edge of the grass where it met sand and she looked down to the yellow-white grains curiously. She never saw sand before in her life. She was even more surprised by the lack of vegetation. Where were all the trees? Then she saw the large horse and she smiled more confidently and stepped off the grass.

The minute she stepped off the grass she felt a sudden extra weight pushed onto her chest and she squeaked loudly, tripped over her cloak and fell face first into the sand. A plume of sand billowed around her, covering her from view for a few seconds before settling over her body in a thin blanket.

Letting out a loud cough and gag she started to sit up and dust off herself before feeling something on her chest and she let out a startled yelp once again. They were round and soft and were inside her dress. Fear ran through her veins before realizing what they were and surprise replaced the fear. It was as though her body had changed the second she got out of the woods. She was taller by a few inches and had a more mature body. She was still 18 (since stories never did age) but now she looked 18 and not 14.

A peach hand rubbed her sandy face and she stared down at her chest like an old man would to a whore, with infatuation and lust. Her tongue poked out the corner of her mouth and she pouted her lips thoughtfully as though she were waiting for them to disappear and for her hips and legs to get straight once again.

"Hey...guys? Do you see these?" She piped up and pushed at her breasts with her hands, pushing them together more and then letting go. "Or is it true that deserts really do make you see things?"

(( Yaaayyy...boobies. XD Hahaha silly Sally... I really wanted to do that...cause it's hilarious how much she wanted them...))

((postie time! 'cos I promised I would... Aka? FORGIVE ME! *clings to you* And this'll probably end up being rather short... 'Cause frankly, I have about as much clue as a rock in a pond on where this should go... We left it open, so feel free, y'all, to take the plot into thine OWN HANDS! Makes for far more interesting bits, you see.))

It really came as a shock that he was ACTUALLY being followed. After all, he knew his argument had been far from effective, and even the draw of a nicely brewed tea seemed only to take hold of himself. Nevertheless, he set his jaw in a determined look and paraded from the forest, the rest of the strange group in tow.

In her excitement, Red was the first one to leave the line of the forest, and step foot into the desert. At her startled exclamation, he moved forward to help her, as was his habit since birth of his stories, but forced himself to stop by listening to the bitter little voice in his head. "Don't do it, Percy," he muttered to himself, covering his lunge forward by coughing into his hand and pretending to better fasten one of the sturrups on his horse's saddle. ((I really need to come up with a name for it...))

He hadn't needed to help her, because she was quite fine - and seemed, much to her pleasure (and his usual feeling of disgust towards the princess-type), she was better off. She had BOOBS. And was playing with them. ((*Cracks up*))

"No, those are real," Dash said into the saddle blanket on his horse, somehow feeling rather embarrassed for himself.

It was only then that he realized, the whole (though rather short) trip down to where he'd entered the forest, the pig-man was talking. He'd been chattering, albeit nervously, about changing their stories, how that wasn't allowed, and oh dear what would happen if they DID? As if hearing it over again, he turned to the poor, whimpering thing (apparently Red's appreciation for her new appendages hadn't made its way to the squat man's mentality) and shrugged. "Why not change it, Amleth?" The Prince asked jovially, though was eyeing Lok. He'd remained fairly quiet through the whole excursion.

"After all, we're all sick of it." He pretended to busy himself with getting tea, half wondering why he felt like he should be trying to hide anything at all. And for that matter, what WAS he hiding? Damn that brain of his. Seemed to wander off on its own sometimes. "And it looks like Red's got the right attitude about it... Why not buck up and take a chance?" He gave a light shrug and handed the pink man a teacup, full to the brim of steaming tea. The bits of magic he'd picked up on his journeys, he mused thoughtfully, hadn't all been for naught.

"Anyone else then?" He offered, looking (he would refuse to admit) a bit too lady-like holding a teakettle and a bright smile.

((Haha THAR. *pets Princy and skips about to do other things*

EDIT: hahaha, that one only took me 12 minutes. *giggles*))