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Of Princesses and Hunters 3Ryn awoke with a pit of dread in her stomach. Her night mare had consisted of her body being torn limb from limb. She was then strung up by her entrails above a cauldron of some boiling substance that smelled fouler than any decayed animal. Right as her tangled mess of guts gave way and she fell, a cold, yet refreshing wind blew. It blew the whole scene away, leaving her, limbs and entrails intact and reattached, lying in a room made entirely of white marble. She sat up as she heard an angelic voice telling her that all would be well. A beautiful woman with long ebony tresses, darker than even the raven's wing and eyes more vibrantly green than the forest Ryn inhabited, entered the half-elf's field of vision. Her skin was paler than the moon itself and smoother than the rock upon which Ryn was sitting. The half-elf could feel the breath leaving her body as this beautiful creature stared at her.
"Who are you?" She asked. In a flash, the scene was swept away causing Ryn to awaken.
I'm Just Your PuppetRip me apart.
Tear each piece away from my body.
Cut me up until I can no longer breath.
Then, kiss each piece as you lay it down upon your work-table.
I want you to lovingly scrub each piece of me clean.
Glue my body back together again.
And, if I make a mistake, do it all over again.
Rip, tear, cut, kiss, scrub, glue.
This is no longer my body.
It is a monster that belongs to you.
This tainted soul no longer exists.
All I am is an empty shell.
Your puppet to play with.
Pluck my strings to make me dance.
Throw me to the ground and allow my strings to tangle.
Once I can no longer move, cut those strings away from me.
Toss away my previous bonds and allow me to try to dance on my own.
Alas, I forgot.
This body is no longer mine. I can't move without you.
So, I beg you.
Bond me to you again.
Claim me as yours again.
Replace your hold upon my body and make me dance again.
I no longer know how to live on my own.
I can't move on my own.
Puppets can't dance without their masters.
The Inner Musing of BeatriceSpoilers for Episode III-IV isolated pawn and Episoded III-V queening square (I think...)
It was amazing! How elegantly her protege wielded the powers of the Endless witch were absolutely amazing! The girl had only a few minutes of experience with her power, yet she was using it in the most imaginative ways possible!
How she lifted the woman and her daughter up into the air and let them fall down to the earth was simple, yet it spoke to her. Maybe it was the way the blood of the two was soaked up by the dirt, as if it was drinking up a forbidden wine of sorts.
Drowning the two in jelly was absolutely brilliant! It brought a smile to her face and laughter to her throat to think of the irony. The irony of a small child, such as Maria, being drowned by the sweet, sticky goop that they loved so much. So sugary-sweet that it almost killed anyone of a younger caliber to eat such an item as that.
Crushing them with cake was so deliciously imaginative, Beatrice was almost saddened that she her
Of Princesses and Hunters 2Chapter 2- Bringing in the Elf
Gregory nervously wrung his kerchief in his hands as King Garon read over the contents of the scroll. The kings face seemed to grow angrier as his eyes passed over each word. Once he was done, he placed the scroll upon his lap, crossing his arms.
This is certainly one wonderful mess that stupid girl has gone and gotten herself into. The king growled, his angry glare focused on Gregory.
W-what are you p-planning to do? Gregory stuttered out, shifting uncomfortably
under his majestys gaze.
This certainly puts a damper on my plans of marrying that little wench off and strengthening my ties with another nation He simply stated. Gregory nodded, swallowing hard as he did so.
This it could work to my advantage kill two birds with one stone, as it is. King Garon stated, stroking his graying beard. Gregory looked at his king, confusion most obviously showing on his features.
Of Princesses and Hunters 1Chapter 1- A Hunters Legacy
Ryn sat on her familys fence, swinging her legs over the side. The six-year old girl was waiting for her father to take her hunting. She said something to herself and watched as her father came out of their house, his face unhappy.
Daddy? Why are you unhappy?
It seems Granite has gotten out. He replied. Ryn gasped and turned to run to the stables, yelling for the horse as she went.
Daddy! Horsie isnt here! He isnt here! She cried, trying to run back towards the man. It seemed that no matter how fast she ran, he never came any closer.
Its all your fault. Im leaving to look for him because of you. He said, turning so his back was facing Ryn.
Good-bye, Elven monster. He said, running away.
Daddy! Daddy!? Ryn cried over again, still trying to run towards the man. Ryn finally managed to reach the fence, jumping over it. Instead of landing on the grass, the
Of Princesses and Hunters p3Prologue- Conundrum in the Castle
You dont want to be sent home with injuries because you wouldnt stand still, do you? The man asked her. Ryn widened her eyes as she saw the man holding her still.
K-king Garon. She whispered. Sure enough, it was the king who had grabbed her small frame and was keeping her from attacking his daughter.
Please, young lady. Cease and desist. Youll just end up hurting yourself. Havent I already said that? He asked, a smile upon his face. Ryn swallowed hard, nodding as she did. King Garon released her and stood to his full height.
Now. Seeing as I only saw this young lady attack Princess Isabelle. I would like to hear what exactly happened. He said, looking to Gregory as he did.
Well you see, sire. Um that horse is He tried to say.
That girl tried to take my new horsie away! Hes mine! Mine! Mine! Isabelle cried, stomping her feet.
Of Princesses and Hunters p2Prologue- Better Find that Horse!
Ryn sat on her familys fence, her legs high off the ground. She was waiting for her dad to take her hunting again, now a daily ritual in the girls life. The six year old glanced at the ground, watching the different bugs skitter around in the dirt, going on with their lives, only thinking about surviving.
Lucky buggies. They dont have a Daddy that makes them go hunting early in the morning when they want to balance on the fence and jump out of trees. She said, crossing her arms in mock anger. Cale soon walked out of the house, his face unhappy. Ryn looked at her father with a confused look on her face, the man had just been happy a few moments ago so why was he upset?
Daddy? Why are you unhappy? She asked.
It seems Granite has gotten out. He replied. Ryn gasped and turned to the stables behind her, jumping off the fence and towards the small building.
Horsie? Horsie!! She cried, trying t
Of Princesses and Hunters p1Prologue- A Fathers Revelation
The setting sun shined its light over the forest, mixing the forests hues of greens with a brilliant shade of purple and orange. A stag bent his head down to graze the on the emerald green grass of the forest floor, blissfully unaware of the events that were about to transpire.
An arrow whizzed past its head and buried itself into a tree, barely missing the deer. He jerked his head right up to quickly inspect the source of the disturbance and bolted, not taking any chances.
A curse was whispered from a tree, several yards away from where the deer had been grazing.
Sorry, Ryn. I missed. A man said with a sigh, looking to his six year-old daughter. The small girl looked up at her father with a smile.
Dont worry, daddy! Youll get the next one! She happily stated. The man sighed again, collecting his equipment.
Its getting dark. Well have to head home soon or your mother and brother will worry
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