An: *Unleashed Soul Gives Mary F. Sunshine an ice cream cone and a cookie
because she reviewed me so many times (even though it was by accident
*mutters*) and pretty desperate for the ice cream*
*Notices that squirrel isn't happy with her carrot she hands the rodent a cookie*
"No, Squirrel! Just one!!... owf..."
*sits on the floor where she had landed and wonders how Squirrel got out of those chains. Glares at Squirrel whilst the tiny (needless to say hungry) future ruler of the world shoves several cookies into its Squirrelly mouth*
"How do you fit so many cookies in there?!"
Thanks to all my reviews I really hope you enjoy this chappie!
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Beauty turned quickly to see a shadow run past. She couldn't make out the shape of it, or the size either considering a shadow can make even a spider seem like a giant.
"Who is there?" She asked in a demanding voice. She could feel her heartbeat quicken.
No answer came.
She looked down at the child standing beside her. He looked up at her not fully understanding anything. Beauty took hold of his hand and knelt down beside him.
"Can you hear me?"
The boy simply stared at her. His big blue eyes staring in to her green- blue ones. She nodded and stood up once more. Looking around her new surroundings she heard another low growl and realized that if she stayed the night here, either she would go insane with worry, or would die of fright... or worse.
The little boy pulled her arm and they walked down a long narrow hall. Beauty looked at the pictures that hung on the walls and a few of the statues as they walked. She had no idea who might have owned this place or where this place was for that matter. She had walked along ways from where Angel had... from where it happened. Her horse died of something; be it starvation, thirst, cold, heat or exhaustion; Beauty cared little. Three days ago if her horse had died she would have cried, but then again, why would she cry for a horse and not the man she loved? It puzzled her, to be sure, but still she refused to cry.
She sighed at her own thoughts before sitting down at the table as the boy instructed with a wave of his hand. Beauty watched him walk away from the room and only moments later return with a soup of some kind and a hot drink. She looked at him curiously as he took a second bowl and walked away.
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He growled low in his throat when the boy entered. The child stopped a moment, as if he could hear the growl, but then he moved to lay the bowl of soup on the table. Marc began to wonder if he had been wrong, he wondered if the boy was not really deaf. But what would be the point of hiding it? He sighed and growled again as if to tell the boy that he should not have brought the girl in. The kid turned and looked at Marc, then left the room.
Marc looked at his soup for a moment before walking out onto the balcony. He looked down, knowing that below him, perhaps it was two floors down, was the girl. Curiosity got the best of him and he began to crawl along the wall down towards the window. She had been on the first floor, as he suspected, eating soup. He watched the way she ate and guessed that she was some sort of noble woman. He didn't like that idea.
The boy walked back into the room and took the girl's hand and led her up a few stairs. Marc growled, he knew the only rooms that where on the second floor were full of beds. The boy was going to give the girl a room!
Marc slipped in through the window and followed the child and the noblewoman, for he was sure that was what she was, up to where the boy introduced her to the room. It was the second room from the stairs and one of the smaller ones. Marc waited until the boy was out of sight, probably gone off to eat his own dinner, before creeping up to the door and listening.
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Beauty looked around.
Great, looks like I'm stuck here. She thought for a moment longer and wondered if that was such a bad thing. She had a warm bed, food in her stomach and in the morning she would be able to bathe. She frowned at her own pessimistic thoughts.
She plopped down onto the bed and sighed as dust floated up around her. She quickly moved up and pulled the top blanket off the bed and tossing it to the floor. She could sleep on a hard floor or a dirty ground but as long as she could help it she refused to sleep in a dusty bed! She fixed the bottom covers, which had been protected from dust and arranged them to her liking.
Beauty had abandoned all her belongs when her horse died, common sense hadn't kicked in to tell her to lift her bag about her back and carry it. She mentally kicked herself now for it. What was she to wear to bed? What was she to wear in the morning? She shrugged her shoulders and plopped on her bed, deep in thought and trying to plan things out. When nothing came to her mind, Beauty sat up and looked around her room. There were pictures on her wall; one was of an old woman, sitting in a rocking chair, her white- silver hair pulled up into a tight bun. The expression on her face was stern and it reminded Beauty of her schooling days, one of the teachers, a strict and mean lady wore that expression! Beauty shivered.
Another picture hung on the wall. A painting from someone's imagination. It was a picture of two children playing games on a bridge. The little boy in the picture reminded beauty of the mute child. He had blond hair that was falling into his crystal blue eyes, carefree and childish. The children in the picture don't seem to notice the danger of playing on the old bridge. A little girl with the same color hair is leaning against the broken and shaken railing while the boy is reaching for some flowers that are slightly out of his reach. Beauty stared at the picture for a moment longer and noticed something in the background. It was almost invisible but if you looked at the picture long enough you could see a third person... a person with long golden hair tied in a braid down the back, blue eyes watching carefully over the children, a small smile planted on the beautiful face. White fluffy wings stretched out to reveal that this third person was truly and angel sent to watch over the children. Beauty felt the lump in the back of her throat, felt the tears prick at her eyes, but she pushed it all away. She would not cry!
She turned towards the bed and glanced once out the window, then crawled under the blankets in search of a warmth that she knew she would not find there. She knew that cold and empty feeling was from the inside. If she had thrown herself into a pit of flames she would still feel the iciness of her broken heart.
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After realizing that he had no idea what he was supposed to be listening to, considering the fact that this girl had no one to speak to, Marc quickly headed outside and peak in at her through the window. He felt like a creep at first, peering through a woman's window, but it didn't stop him. He saw her, once again her back to him and staring up at a painting that hung on the wall. Marc really didn't care about the painting; he didn't even give it a second look, he watched as she turned towards the bed, glancing towards the window before climbing beneath the covers and heaving a heavy sigh.
He moved away from the window and crawled back up towards his own room. He noticed a sad look on her face, he wondered a bit about her story; she had to be a noble woman by the way she walked, ate, sat and moved. But what was a noble woman doing here? And why was a noble woman, or any woman for that matter, wearing pants?
He growled again in frustration before picking up his bowl of soup and drinking it. It was cold, he noticed, but it didn't bother him.
He moved to his bed, several furs placed on it after the softness of a mattress became too terribly uncomfortable for him. He curled himself up into a ball and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Beauty opened her eyes before the sun peeked over the trees. Realizing that she was no longer in her own room she began to panic, but then everything came rushing back to her and she remembered. She remembered Angel; his death.
Slowly she crawled from her bed. She slipped on her boots (she had slept in her clothes) and cloak and then tiptoed out of the room, down the stairs and out the large door. She didn't know where she was going, or even why she was leaving, all she knew was she couldn't sit there in that room. Not alone, not without anyone trying to take her mind from Angel. But then she wondered if she really wanted her mind to be taken from him.
She didn't want to remember his death, but what about his life?
She shivered as she walked out of the gates and into the very cold forest. She didn't feel the cold though; she didn't feel anything at that moment. Well except for the pain, fear, anger and hatred that flooded throughout her veins.
She didn't see the snow when it began to fall, didn't feel the sting when it landed on her skin or dampened her clothes. Her hair came loose from the barrette that she had the top pulled back in and it fell into her face. The only thing she could see was Angel and the look in his eyes as the life slipped from him. The only thing she could feel was the feeling of being used by the man she despised more then anything, the pain of losing the only man she would ever love.
She slipped as the coldness made the ground slick and fell down a small hill, tumbling slightly and landing in a small, slow moving creak. She stood up spitting out the muddied water from her mouth coughing the freezing water from her throat. She wrapped her arms around her body feeling lonely and suddenly, as if waking up from one nightmare and into another, she realized she was cold and standing knee deep in freezing water.
She looked around herself and wondered how it was that she got here. It was still the earliest hours of the morning and the sun had not yet peaked over the dead trees. She didn't see the road anywhere and figured she must have fallen from it in her dazed walk. She saw the snow falling and realized if she didn't get out of the water and dried, she might freeze to death.
She began to slowly climb back up the steep hill, using roots for support, and realized that there had been no road at all. It was an old Indian path that she had been following, not that it mattered much to her. She followed it for perhaps half an hour longer before her toes went completely numb and her body ached from shivering. Her lungs hurt from the cold inhales and she was growing tired from walking. It wasn't long till she simply sat down on the old trail and wished someone would simply walk along it. She didn't care if they killed her or saved her, she just didn't want to be left alone anymore.
She felt a lump in her throat (she wasn't sure if it was fear or defeat) when she realized that no one would be traveling this old trail, if only she was on the main road! That was her only chance and she knew it. She stood up once more; the snow coming down quicker now and it was beginning to blind her. She had to find the main road; she could only pray that someone would happen to be traveling on it at this time of morning.
Her legs soon went numb and she left the trail and followed a different one, letting her feet guide her, hoping and praying that she could get through this. She didn't understand why she didn't just lay down and die, she wanted to; what did she have to live for anyways? But she couldn't find the courage.
Tears of exhaustion and defeat formed in her green-blue eyes and she fell once more to her knees. It was over, her fingers and toes had no feeling at all left in them. Her feet and hands and legs were numb and tingly. Her lungs burned and her head swam.
An odd "Snap" and a "Thud" came from somewhere to her left. She stood and walked towards it slowly. Her legs felt as though they would give way any moment.
Her heart leapt when she saw the sight of a man leaning down over something. He wore a big fur coat. It was a man! It was her savior! She walked up towards him... half walking, half limping.
"Sir... please..." She didn't know what to say or how to say it, all she knew was she had to get somewhere warm, dry and safe.
Beauty stopped in her tracks though, when her "savior" turned to look at her. He wasn't a man at all... it was a... a beast! A large cat like creature slowly moved to get a better look at the newcomer and Beauty saw a deer lying on the ground, it was twitching and its eye moved to look at her. The deer was still alive! The Beast, still crouching down over its food, growled at her. Blood dripped down into his cat like mouth and down into his light grey fur.
Beauty could only stand there. She watched him, shaking, wanting to scream, wanting to run away, but not finding the strength to do either. She began to shake more forcefully and felt the vomit rising in her throat. Her body convulsed, she fell to her knees and vomit fell from her blue lips before she fell to her side, unconscious.
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*Unleashed Soul walks into the room to see tech_baby5 (her big sister) muttering and throwing pictures behind her while she slurps down another pot of coffee* YOUR SUPPOSED TO USE A CUP! *She realizes that her big sis (the artist tech_baby5) had been working hard on some more pics for this story. But also realizes that NO ONE reviewed her big sister's last postings!!!*
*Thinks it must be some big mistake and realizes that perhaps you don't see the "submit" button on Miedaminer... (You have to scroll the page over to the right to see it) and knows that you will review her this time... Right?*
I'll give you... a... a... hmmm, I've given Ice cream cones, cookies *glares at Squirrel*, a pink pony (last story)... I know, since its almost Christmas Ill give each of you a nice big turkey's dinner and a present! But only if you review my big sis!!!
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=126366 - Beauty's Fright
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=126370 - Beast ...and his dinner
******I want reviews too!!!!!****** *gets on knees and begs* | | | | | V
*Notices that squirrel isn't happy with her carrot she hands the rodent a cookie*
"No, Squirrel! Just one!!... owf..."
*sits on the floor where she had landed and wonders how Squirrel got out of those chains. Glares at Squirrel whilst the tiny (needless to say hungry) future ruler of the world shoves several cookies into its Squirrelly mouth*
"How do you fit so many cookies in there?!"
Thanks to all my reviews I really hope you enjoy this chappie!
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Beauty turned quickly to see a shadow run past. She couldn't make out the shape of it, or the size either considering a shadow can make even a spider seem like a giant.
"Who is there?" She asked in a demanding voice. She could feel her heartbeat quicken.
No answer came.
She looked down at the child standing beside her. He looked up at her not fully understanding anything. Beauty took hold of his hand and knelt down beside him.
"Can you hear me?"
The boy simply stared at her. His big blue eyes staring in to her green- blue ones. She nodded and stood up once more. Looking around her new surroundings she heard another low growl and realized that if she stayed the night here, either she would go insane with worry, or would die of fright... or worse.
The little boy pulled her arm and they walked down a long narrow hall. Beauty looked at the pictures that hung on the walls and a few of the statues as they walked. She had no idea who might have owned this place or where this place was for that matter. She had walked along ways from where Angel had... from where it happened. Her horse died of something; be it starvation, thirst, cold, heat or exhaustion; Beauty cared little. Three days ago if her horse had died she would have cried, but then again, why would she cry for a horse and not the man she loved? It puzzled her, to be sure, but still she refused to cry.
She sighed at her own thoughts before sitting down at the table as the boy instructed with a wave of his hand. Beauty watched him walk away from the room and only moments later return with a soup of some kind and a hot drink. She looked at him curiously as he took a second bowl and walked away.
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He growled low in his throat when the boy entered. The child stopped a moment, as if he could hear the growl, but then he moved to lay the bowl of soup on the table. Marc began to wonder if he had been wrong, he wondered if the boy was not really deaf. But what would be the point of hiding it? He sighed and growled again as if to tell the boy that he should not have brought the girl in. The kid turned and looked at Marc, then left the room.
Marc looked at his soup for a moment before walking out onto the balcony. He looked down, knowing that below him, perhaps it was two floors down, was the girl. Curiosity got the best of him and he began to crawl along the wall down towards the window. She had been on the first floor, as he suspected, eating soup. He watched the way she ate and guessed that she was some sort of noble woman. He didn't like that idea.
The boy walked back into the room and took the girl's hand and led her up a few stairs. Marc growled, he knew the only rooms that where on the second floor were full of beds. The boy was going to give the girl a room!
Marc slipped in through the window and followed the child and the noblewoman, for he was sure that was what she was, up to where the boy introduced her to the room. It was the second room from the stairs and one of the smaller ones. Marc waited until the boy was out of sight, probably gone off to eat his own dinner, before creeping up to the door and listening.
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Beauty looked around.
Great, looks like I'm stuck here. She thought for a moment longer and wondered if that was such a bad thing. She had a warm bed, food in her stomach and in the morning she would be able to bathe. She frowned at her own pessimistic thoughts.
She plopped down onto the bed and sighed as dust floated up around her. She quickly moved up and pulled the top blanket off the bed and tossing it to the floor. She could sleep on a hard floor or a dirty ground but as long as she could help it she refused to sleep in a dusty bed! She fixed the bottom covers, which had been protected from dust and arranged them to her liking.
Beauty had abandoned all her belongs when her horse died, common sense hadn't kicked in to tell her to lift her bag about her back and carry it. She mentally kicked herself now for it. What was she to wear to bed? What was she to wear in the morning? She shrugged her shoulders and plopped on her bed, deep in thought and trying to plan things out. When nothing came to her mind, Beauty sat up and looked around her room. There were pictures on her wall; one was of an old woman, sitting in a rocking chair, her white- silver hair pulled up into a tight bun. The expression on her face was stern and it reminded Beauty of her schooling days, one of the teachers, a strict and mean lady wore that expression! Beauty shivered.
Another picture hung on the wall. A painting from someone's imagination. It was a picture of two children playing games on a bridge. The little boy in the picture reminded beauty of the mute child. He had blond hair that was falling into his crystal blue eyes, carefree and childish. The children in the picture don't seem to notice the danger of playing on the old bridge. A little girl with the same color hair is leaning against the broken and shaken railing while the boy is reaching for some flowers that are slightly out of his reach. Beauty stared at the picture for a moment longer and noticed something in the background. It was almost invisible but if you looked at the picture long enough you could see a third person... a person with long golden hair tied in a braid down the back, blue eyes watching carefully over the children, a small smile planted on the beautiful face. White fluffy wings stretched out to reveal that this third person was truly and angel sent to watch over the children. Beauty felt the lump in the back of her throat, felt the tears prick at her eyes, but she pushed it all away. She would not cry!
She turned towards the bed and glanced once out the window, then crawled under the blankets in search of a warmth that she knew she would not find there. She knew that cold and empty feeling was from the inside. If she had thrown herself into a pit of flames she would still feel the iciness of her broken heart.
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After realizing that he had no idea what he was supposed to be listening to, considering the fact that this girl had no one to speak to, Marc quickly headed outside and peak in at her through the window. He felt like a creep at first, peering through a woman's window, but it didn't stop him. He saw her, once again her back to him and staring up at a painting that hung on the wall. Marc really didn't care about the painting; he didn't even give it a second look, he watched as she turned towards the bed, glancing towards the window before climbing beneath the covers and heaving a heavy sigh.
He moved away from the window and crawled back up towards his own room. He noticed a sad look on her face, he wondered a bit about her story; she had to be a noble woman by the way she walked, ate, sat and moved. But what was a noble woman doing here? And why was a noble woman, or any woman for that matter, wearing pants?
He growled again in frustration before picking up his bowl of soup and drinking it. It was cold, he noticed, but it didn't bother him.
He moved to his bed, several furs placed on it after the softness of a mattress became too terribly uncomfortable for him. He curled himself up into a ball and fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Beauty opened her eyes before the sun peeked over the trees. Realizing that she was no longer in her own room she began to panic, but then everything came rushing back to her and she remembered. She remembered Angel; his death.
Slowly she crawled from her bed. She slipped on her boots (she had slept in her clothes) and cloak and then tiptoed out of the room, down the stairs and out the large door. She didn't know where she was going, or even why she was leaving, all she knew was she couldn't sit there in that room. Not alone, not without anyone trying to take her mind from Angel. But then she wondered if she really wanted her mind to be taken from him.
She didn't want to remember his death, but what about his life?
She shivered as she walked out of the gates and into the very cold forest. She didn't feel the cold though; she didn't feel anything at that moment. Well except for the pain, fear, anger and hatred that flooded throughout her veins.
She didn't see the snow when it began to fall, didn't feel the sting when it landed on her skin or dampened her clothes. Her hair came loose from the barrette that she had the top pulled back in and it fell into her face. The only thing she could see was Angel and the look in his eyes as the life slipped from him. The only thing she could feel was the feeling of being used by the man she despised more then anything, the pain of losing the only man she would ever love.
She slipped as the coldness made the ground slick and fell down a small hill, tumbling slightly and landing in a small, slow moving creak. She stood up spitting out the muddied water from her mouth coughing the freezing water from her throat. She wrapped her arms around her body feeling lonely and suddenly, as if waking up from one nightmare and into another, she realized she was cold and standing knee deep in freezing water.
She looked around herself and wondered how it was that she got here. It was still the earliest hours of the morning and the sun had not yet peaked over the dead trees. She didn't see the road anywhere and figured she must have fallen from it in her dazed walk. She saw the snow falling and realized if she didn't get out of the water and dried, she might freeze to death.
She began to slowly climb back up the steep hill, using roots for support, and realized that there had been no road at all. It was an old Indian path that she had been following, not that it mattered much to her. She followed it for perhaps half an hour longer before her toes went completely numb and her body ached from shivering. Her lungs hurt from the cold inhales and she was growing tired from walking. It wasn't long till she simply sat down on the old trail and wished someone would simply walk along it. She didn't care if they killed her or saved her, she just didn't want to be left alone anymore.
She felt a lump in her throat (she wasn't sure if it was fear or defeat) when she realized that no one would be traveling this old trail, if only she was on the main road! That was her only chance and she knew it. She stood up once more; the snow coming down quicker now and it was beginning to blind her. She had to find the main road; she could only pray that someone would happen to be traveling on it at this time of morning.
Her legs soon went numb and she left the trail and followed a different one, letting her feet guide her, hoping and praying that she could get through this. She didn't understand why she didn't just lay down and die, she wanted to; what did she have to live for anyways? But she couldn't find the courage.
Tears of exhaustion and defeat formed in her green-blue eyes and she fell once more to her knees. It was over, her fingers and toes had no feeling at all left in them. Her feet and hands and legs were numb and tingly. Her lungs burned and her head swam.
An odd "Snap" and a "Thud" came from somewhere to her left. She stood and walked towards it slowly. Her legs felt as though they would give way any moment.
Her heart leapt when she saw the sight of a man leaning down over something. He wore a big fur coat. It was a man! It was her savior! She walked up towards him... half walking, half limping.
"Sir... please..." She didn't know what to say or how to say it, all she knew was she had to get somewhere warm, dry and safe.
Beauty stopped in her tracks though, when her "savior" turned to look at her. He wasn't a man at all... it was a... a beast! A large cat like creature slowly moved to get a better look at the newcomer and Beauty saw a deer lying on the ground, it was twitching and its eye moved to look at her. The deer was still alive! The Beast, still crouching down over its food, growled at her. Blood dripped down into his cat like mouth and down into his light grey fur.
Beauty could only stand there. She watched him, shaking, wanting to scream, wanting to run away, but not finding the strength to do either. She began to shake more forcefully and felt the vomit rising in her throat. Her body convulsed, she fell to her knees and vomit fell from her blue lips before she fell to her side, unconscious.
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*Unleashed Soul walks into the room to see tech_baby5 (her big sister) muttering and throwing pictures behind her while she slurps down another pot of coffee* YOUR SUPPOSED TO USE A CUP! *She realizes that her big sis (the artist tech_baby5) had been working hard on some more pics for this story. But also realizes that NO ONE reviewed her big sister's last postings!!!*
*Thinks it must be some big mistake and realizes that perhaps you don't see the "submit" button on Miedaminer... (You have to scroll the page over to the right to see it) and knows that you will review her this time... Right?*
I'll give you... a... a... hmmm, I've given Ice cream cones, cookies *glares at Squirrel*, a pink pony (last story)... I know, since its almost Christmas Ill give each of you a nice big turkey's dinner and a present! But only if you review my big sis!!!
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=126366 - Beauty's Fright
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=126370 - Beast ...and his dinner
******I want reviews too!!!!!****** *gets on knees and begs* | | | | | V