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Marc walked into the room and saw the girl sitting next to the fire, he thought about speaking to her, thought about scaring her to death, but instead he simply growled at her. He smiled at the expression on her face. She looked absolutely terrified!
She swallowed and was still shivering forcefully; Marc guessed she wasn't from the cold anymore. She simply stood there, looking up at him through tangled hair. She had a blanket wrapped about her body and her long brown hair fell down around her shoulders. She was ghost pale.
Marc saw the little boy hobble in, guessing the kid "heard" (for that was the only way Marc could describe it) his growl. The boy saw the terrified look on the girl's white face and hobbled over to her. The girl crunched down and held onto the boy, as if Marc would want to hurt him.
Marc growled again and held out his furry hand.
"Come here, boy," he said as the boy reached his own hand out for Marc's. The lad, seeing that the paw was bidding him took hold of Marc's hand and walked over (or was pulled over) and shoved behind the large creature.
"You... you speak? ...I mean, you... you're a..." Beauty stuttered watching the beast stand there, the boy stood behind him glaring at him angrily and pulling on his tail to get back around him. Beauty watched as the boy struggled to get back beside her but this creature held him back simply enough by blocking the way with his tail or leg. "What do you want from me?"
She asked it so meekly and it was obvious how afraid she was. The boy must have sensed it too because Marc was having difficulty keeping the lame boy from getting to her.
"...how?..."
How long can she stutter! Marc thought for a moment and his answer came quite quickly when the girl quit stuttered, shaking and looking scared. She bent down back into a crouch and opened up her arms towards the boy.
"Just let the boy go!" she said and reached out to wrap the boy into a hug, but Marc once again moved his leg in front of the child to stop it from heading towards the girl.
"What?" he said sarcastically. "Are... are you... I mean... are you afraid I'll hurt him?"
The girl looked up at him, anger and embarrassment showed on her face. He knew she wasn't used to being mocked.
"I..."
"You what?" Beast said chuckling.
"You're such a beast!" she yelled reaching past him and grabbing the boy by the arm to pull him to her.
"A beast am I?" He yelled back and pulled on the boy's other arm back towards himself.
"Let the poor lad go!" the girl yelled pulling the boy back towards herself.
"Wh... why... why would I ...I do that?" he said pulling the kid back and laughing slightly.
The girl growled and pulled the child back towards herself.
Her growl made Marc howl with laughter before growling back at her, as if to show her how it was done.
"You need to learn some manners!"
"What does a beast need with manners, girl?"
"Don't call me 'girl'!" the girl yelled even louder, getting angry. Her face was turning red.
"What should I call you? Do you prefer 'Woman'?"
"I would prefer you not address me at all!"
All whilst they argued they pulled on the mute child's arms.
Marc looked at her for a moment, he couldn't come up with a come back! So he simply growled at her. He laughed loudly when she growled back.
Marc pulled on the boy's arm again back towards himself, but the girl would not give up. She probably hated to lose as much as he did.
"Let the lad go or I'll... I'll bite you!"
"I'll bite back!" she snapped as she grabbed hold of both the boys' arms and slipped them from Marc's grasp.
Marc stared at the girl for along moment.
Did she just say she would bite me? he didn't know if he wanted to laugh at her or actually bite her.
"You are the most...-" what was the word...
"I'm the most what?" she said as she held the boy who was hugging her waist.
I need a word... any word... think, think, think!
He couldn't think so he simply growled and turned and stomped from the room.
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Beauty watched after him for a moment. She sighed a heavy sigh of relief when he walked out of the room.
Where did I get courage like that from? She wondered as she wrapped her arms around the boy and lifted him to the bed.
"Aren't you a brave lad!" she said looking on his wrists for any marks. She was relieved to see none and surprised that she had actually pulled the poor kid's arm over and over again. "Sorry about that, Sweetie."
She doubted the boy could hear her, but that didn't matter; she had to apologize for her immaturity.
"Hey, I need some clothes." she said matter-of-fact. She pulled on her long shirt and made a gesture with her other hand of wear to find more clothes. The boy hoped from the bed and opened the wardrobe but Beauty was already shaking her head. She showed him that the dresses wouldn't fit and he, pulling her by the arm, showed her a few different rooms where women had lived and she finally found one dress that would suit her.
The bodice fit her well, low cut and was light blue. The skirt was flared slightly and was a very dark shade of navy. The dress was of velvet (Beauty was thankful for that because of the cold) and it was trimmed in satin. She found a brush and re-brushed her hair and also found an old barrette to pull her hair up into. She glanced into the mirror and nodded at her reflection, it would do.
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Marc walked back and forth in his room and wondered what he was going to do.
No, he couldn't make her leave or she would freeze to death.
No, he couldn't avoid her the entire winter.
No, he couldn't somehow magically transport her to a different place (or plane of existence).
No, he couldn't kill her.
Though all those things had crossed his mind, the boy would protect her with his very life and Marc knew it.
He growled in frustration and then in annoyance when the boy walked in. The little boy smiled up at him in a cheerful way and Marc wasn't sure what to make of it. Normally the boy seemed rather scared of him.
He looked at Marc as if to size him up then nodded and walked over to wear the big creature stood. Marc looked down at the child and growled again. The boy, not paying attention to him took his hand and started walking back towards the door, though the boy wasn't able to pull Marc anywhere nor did Marc have any attention of going anywhere.
The boy turned to a different position to better try and pull Marc and then another position but all proved useless.
"Let me go, Kid." he growled and pulled his arm away. He turned his back to the direction the boy was pulling him in, the direction to the door.
The child grabbed at his hand again but Marc pushed him back and winced when he heard the boy fall. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the boy was okay, sure enough the kid stood up on his unsteady feet and grabbed at Marcs tail and began to pull. He pulled until he was leaning back on only his heals.
At first Marc could feel tension in his lower back but soon, after the boy tugged and pulled, Marc began to feel pain. He growled dangerously and when the boy didn't let him go he turned and snapped at the kid, giving something that almost sounded like a roar.
The boy let go and stepped back away from Marc, he pouted and limped towards the door. He turned once more and stuck his tongue out at Marc before slamming the door and hobbling back down to the dinning room where Beauty sat eating.
Marc growled at himself now before walking towards the door and following behind the child to the dinning room.
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Marc walked into the room and saw the girl sitting next to the fire, he thought about speaking to her, thought about scaring her to death, but instead he simply growled at her. He smiled at the expression on her face. She looked absolutely terrified!
She swallowed and was still shivering forcefully; Marc guessed she wasn't from the cold anymore. She simply stood there, looking up at him through tangled hair. She had a blanket wrapped about her body and her long brown hair fell down around her shoulders. She was ghost pale.
Marc saw the little boy hobble in, guessing the kid "heard" (for that was the only way Marc could describe it) his growl. The boy saw the terrified look on the girl's white face and hobbled over to her. The girl crunched down and held onto the boy, as if Marc would want to hurt him.
Marc growled again and held out his furry hand.
"Come here, boy," he said as the boy reached his own hand out for Marc's. The lad, seeing that the paw was bidding him took hold of Marc's hand and walked over (or was pulled over) and shoved behind the large creature.
"You... you speak? ...I mean, you... you're a..." Beauty stuttered watching the beast stand there, the boy stood behind him glaring at him angrily and pulling on his tail to get back around him. Beauty watched as the boy struggled to get back beside her but this creature held him back simply enough by blocking the way with his tail or leg. "What do you want from me?"
She asked it so meekly and it was obvious how afraid she was. The boy must have sensed it too because Marc was having difficulty keeping the lame boy from getting to her.
"...how?..."
How long can she stutter! Marc thought for a moment and his answer came quite quickly when the girl quit stuttered, shaking and looking scared. She bent down back into a crouch and opened up her arms towards the boy.
"Just let the boy go!" she said and reached out to wrap the boy into a hug, but Marc once again moved his leg in front of the child to stop it from heading towards the girl.
"What?" he said sarcastically. "Are... are you... I mean... are you afraid I'll hurt him?"
The girl looked up at him, anger and embarrassment showed on her face. He knew she wasn't used to being mocked.
"I..."
"You what?" Beast said chuckling.
"You're such a beast!" she yelled reaching past him and grabbing the boy by the arm to pull him to her.
"A beast am I?" He yelled back and pulled on the boy's other arm back towards himself.
"Let the poor lad go!" the girl yelled pulling the boy back towards herself.
"Wh... why... why would I ...I do that?" he said pulling the kid back and laughing slightly.
The girl growled and pulled the child back towards herself.
Her growl made Marc howl with laughter before growling back at her, as if to show her how it was done.
"You need to learn some manners!"
"What does a beast need with manners, girl?"
"Don't call me 'girl'!" the girl yelled even louder, getting angry. Her face was turning red.
"What should I call you? Do you prefer 'Woman'?"
"I would prefer you not address me at all!"
All whilst they argued they pulled on the mute child's arms.
Marc looked at her for a moment, he couldn't come up with a come back! So he simply growled at her. He laughed loudly when she growled back.
Marc pulled on the boy's arm again back towards himself, but the girl would not give up. She probably hated to lose as much as he did.
"Let the lad go or I'll... I'll bite you!"
"I'll bite back!" she snapped as she grabbed hold of both the boys' arms and slipped them from Marc's grasp.
Marc stared at the girl for along moment.
Did she just say she would bite me? he didn't know if he wanted to laugh at her or actually bite her.
"You are the most...-" what was the word...
"I'm the most what?" she said as she held the boy who was hugging her waist.
I need a word... any word... think, think, think!
He couldn't think so he simply growled and turned and stomped from the room.
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Beauty watched after him for a moment. She sighed a heavy sigh of relief when he walked out of the room.
Where did I get courage like that from? She wondered as she wrapped her arms around the boy and lifted him to the bed.
"Aren't you a brave lad!" she said looking on his wrists for any marks. She was relieved to see none and surprised that she had actually pulled the poor kid's arm over and over again. "Sorry about that, Sweetie."
She doubted the boy could hear her, but that didn't matter; she had to apologize for her immaturity.
"Hey, I need some clothes." she said matter-of-fact. She pulled on her long shirt and made a gesture with her other hand of wear to find more clothes. The boy hoped from the bed and opened the wardrobe but Beauty was already shaking her head. She showed him that the dresses wouldn't fit and he, pulling her by the arm, showed her a few different rooms where women had lived and she finally found one dress that would suit her.
The bodice fit her well, low cut and was light blue. The skirt was flared slightly and was a very dark shade of navy. The dress was of velvet (Beauty was thankful for that because of the cold) and it was trimmed in satin. She found a brush and re-brushed her hair and also found an old barrette to pull her hair up into. She glanced into the mirror and nodded at her reflection, it would do.
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Marc walked back and forth in his room and wondered what he was going to do.
No, he couldn't make her leave or she would freeze to death.
No, he couldn't avoid her the entire winter.
No, he couldn't somehow magically transport her to a different place (or plane of existence).
No, he couldn't kill her.
Though all those things had crossed his mind, the boy would protect her with his very life and Marc knew it.
He growled in frustration and then in annoyance when the boy walked in. The little boy smiled up at him in a cheerful way and Marc wasn't sure what to make of it. Normally the boy seemed rather scared of him.
He looked at Marc as if to size him up then nodded and walked over to wear the big creature stood. Marc looked down at the child and growled again. The boy, not paying attention to him took his hand and started walking back towards the door, though the boy wasn't able to pull Marc anywhere nor did Marc have any attention of going anywhere.
The boy turned to a different position to better try and pull Marc and then another position but all proved useless.
"Let me go, Kid." he growled and pulled his arm away. He turned his back to the direction the boy was pulling him in, the direction to the door.
The child grabbed at his hand again but Marc pushed him back and winced when he heard the boy fall. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure the boy was okay, sure enough the kid stood up on his unsteady feet and grabbed at Marcs tail and began to pull. He pulled until he was leaning back on only his heals.
At first Marc could feel tension in his lower back but soon, after the boy tugged and pulled, Marc began to feel pain. He growled dangerously and when the boy didn't let him go he turned and snapped at the kid, giving something that almost sounded like a roar.
The boy let go and stepped back away from Marc, he pouted and limped towards the door. He turned once more and stuck his tongue out at Marc before slamming the door and hobbling back down to the dinning room where Beauty sat eating.
Marc growled at himself now before walking towards the door and following behind the child to the dinning room.
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