Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)
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				Title: <strong>Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>01-10-2016, 16:43:09</strong>
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				The land of fairy tales. No one called it that, of course. They were all under the impression that this was just reality. No one ever got into real existential quandaries about creators and the like. Magic was just something that existed even though every other known concept didn't seem to allow for it. Mystery was the spice of life and the world provided plenty of it. Of course, there were those in the know, that had an affinity for communion with the world beyond the veil, land of the supremely powerful entities that, while not necessarily credited with creation, were certainly unquestioned in their dominion. However, not all of these god-like beings agreed as to how the world should function and thus neither peace nor chaos were allowed to flourish unchallenged. However, balance was rather important to the majority of them, and it would take quite an upheaval below for them to take an active interest in the affairs of lesser creatures.<br><br>The four continents housed the various peoples and creatures of myth and the seas housed those that were capable of surviving in the waters. Conflicts of great scale were rare and the world was, for the most part, peaceful without even a hint of unrest that would lead to any major war starting or escalating. Diplomatic relations were good between kingdoms even within the same continent, although squabbles within individual kingdoms were sadly all too frequent, thus creating heroes and villains that become the stuff of legend we all know and love.<br><br>A great calamity shook the world one day, however, and things would never be the same. The Southwestern desert of the Eastern Continent saw its greatest, most bountiful kingdom wiped off the face of the earth, sinking into the sand like a ship at sea being pulled into a whirlpool. Even the tip of the tallest spire of the palace was buried beneath nearly a mile of sand. This horror could be witnessed from leagues away, the provinces of fairy tale pan-Asia and fairy tale India were the first to bear witness to this monstrosity. It would have remained a mystery as to who or what was responsible for the devastation but the dark overlord Rumplestiltskin appeared and made it plain he was the guilty party and that he was merely getting started. Anyone who wished to bow down to him and serve in his new kingdom or army was welcome to do so, otherwise the only options available were to fight and almost certainly die, or run as fast as they could and try to escape before he claimed the land they stood upon and made that impossible. The entirety of the Eastern continent was falling quickly, and nothing spreads faster than bad news, thus the other continents quickly found out that they were not safe from this threat.<br><br>Armies and great warriors from various kingdoms led a resistance effort, crossing the seas to their Eastern neighbors and meeting the growing forces of Rumplestiltskin to try and end his rule right then and there. It didn't go very well. It displeased Rumplestiltskin to have to slay so many powerful warriors when he could have used them to bolster his forces, but such was life. It would certainly serve as a warning to any others who wished to resist, how futile an effort it would be. His own armies were not without their losses, of course, but once he stepped in it was all over. It was so hard to find decent servants that wouldn't let him down constantly.<br><br>It was clear that mere soldiers were not going to win this war. Only those with gifts could combat a fiend with the combined magical talents of the three known types of magic. And he was growing in strength every moment. Time could not be wasted. It was time for anyone able to answer the call to stand against the end of the free world.<br><br>***<br><br>Please observe the posting format as much as possible for each post, friends, to help facilitate easy tracking.<br><br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatright][IMG padding=10 height=200]http://(your face claim of choice-feel free to use different ones each time as long as it's still the same person's face[img]<br>[b][b]Character Name/Alias[/b]: <br>[b]Location[/b]: Continent (N, S, E, W), Province (Pan-Asia, Africa, Russia, South America, etc.), and Kingdom/Territory (Which royal controls this turf or is it like international waters?)<br>[b]Current Action(s)[/b]: Traveling, searching, fighting, training, whatever you want<br>[b]Tagging[/b]: None, NPCs or actual player characters[/b][/floatright]</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>01-10-2016, 20:36:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cloth pants and bandages around his fists to prevent injury; wearing no shirt.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Training his body, Reminiscing of his past<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: His Parents, Family</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Grunts and pants echoed in the basement of the Romanov Mansion, as deep below, a young man stood, fists bandaged as he threw harsh jabs and punches against a cushioned tree trunk that stood within the room. Panting and sweating, the man continued to jab and punch at the target in front of him, teeth gritted as every ounce of fury and anger radiated off him, like waves of fire ready to turn whatever touched him to ash. It wasn't until a few moments later that he finally ceased, giving heavy breaths as his blonde hair, ragged with sweat, covered most of his vision. He had been at this for hours, strengthening his toned body, training to become stronger then before. Littered with scars, the man trained regardless of the pain he felt, no longer wanting to feel helpless and weak.<br><br>Helpless and weak like when he was but a young boy. <br><br><hr><br><em>"This is for your own good Koschei. You must endure to make your family proud." An older man, arounds his forties, with long blonde hair combed back, continued to recite this same phrase in an even tone, even as he inflicted curses and hexes upon his only son, for hours on end, his screams echoing inside the basement of their home.<br><br>Koschei's fists grabbed at nothing, pulling at the chains that bound his wrists as he only continued to scream at the top of his lungs, feeling as if they were bleeding from the inside. This had been happening ever since his tenth birthday, and now at the age of fifteen, it still continued.<br><br>His tired blue eyes looked towards his father, pleading silently once the spells had stopped to let him go, but all he could see was the cold, dead emptiness that his father held for hm, and screamed out once more when he began again. <br><br>Again, and again.</em><br><br><hr><br>Koschei hadn't realized how much he had reacted to such a memory, his eyes, once burning with rage momentarily, now saw that he had thrown a fist against the marble wall next to him, the marble cracking beneath the power of his fist, pieces falling to the ground. He didn't care, his ragged breaths coming out in waves, fury still in his blood. It had been years since he had been through such a horrible fate, yet it felt as if it was only yesterday. The scars along his body still reminded him of what had happened, and knew that he could never escape it. How could he, when he still lived in this wretched place, his Family home?<br><br>Despising his family, killing every one of them for allowing such a tradition to continue, he hated them, loathed them with all his body and soul. He was glad that he had killed them, taking his time to torment them all he had wished like they had to him!<br><br>And yet he was bound to this place, unable to leave. He always could, he knew that, but it was engrained in him forever, the torture, the torment; he couldn't leave no matter how much he wanted to. It was with him like the scars across his body.<br><br>"Damn it all." His hushed voice echoed through the basement, pulling his now bloodied hand away as his eyes glanced over the large mark of his families crest along his forearm, before walking over near by the stairs of the room to pick up his discarded shirt he had worn before he began training. Combing his bloodied hand through his ragged hair, he made low stride up the wooden stairs.<br><br>The basement had stayed as it had been when he was given those horrible 'lessons'; damp, dark, cold. It had marble along the walls that had shed and fell to the ground, concrete floors that would stain easily with blood and other fluids, and an odor of death that couldn't be washed off. It was something that haunted Koschei for his entire life, yet he couldn't turn away from it, it was like a piece of him, unable to break away.<br><br>Just like this house, it seemed.<br><br>Moving up to the door of the basement, he closed the door, only to end up in the Foyer of the large home. It's appearance was much more regal and pristine then the basement was. Marble walls and columns were strung about the mansion, with expensive furniture and paintings along the walls and tables. Ornate vases were set on every table, showing just how wealthy Koschei's family was, with multiple rooms, and a staircase that led to a second floor, and even a balcony that over looked the gardens they had behind their property. <br><br>All of it was his, yet he wanted none of it. He wanted nothing more then to be rid of this place, and the memories that it brought him, yet he couldn't; it was bound to him like a leech to his skin, unable to break away no matter how much he wished it, willed it.<br><br>Taking a red apple from the kitchen, Koschei took a hasty bite out of the fruit, wanting to forget what he remembered, hastily moving towards the Foyer once more as he recalled news that had begun to spread along the Western Continent. A man, claiming to come through all walks of land, to rule all the kingdoms on every continent. It was troubling to say the least, yet as long as this man did not dare go near Koschei, he would be fine. Yet as he thought of the news, his mind began to wonder; should he join such a cause? To serve or be killed under someone that had no regard to human life?<br><br>"Maybe that's where I should be..." He had done so many terrible things...<br><br>No...he hadn't! <br><br>He had killed terrible vile, humans, people that tortured and abused their children to become magic users for inane purposes, to rule and to intimidate others. Yet he had killed his parents, and al of his members of his family in the process. He had even killed their servants, who watched and said nothing to help poor Koschei.<br><br>What was he to do, they had known and done nothing!<br><br>And yet he had killed, murdered others. He...he had enjoyed it, even giving grins and smiles as they screamed for mercy. He had murdered others who had come to his home in search of an easy victory and untold spoils. <br><br>He was nothing more then a monster.<br><br>The darkness that had swallowed his parents hearts had been brought down onto him, blackening it to his core. No one would ever come to know him, understand him, comfort him, <em>love</em> him; he was truly alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>02-10-2016, 02:15:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Spying and taking a stand.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: None, and yet everyone</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br>Conflicted chocolate hued eyes framed by thick elegant black lashes gazed into the glistening surface of a large full body view mirror, the frame elegant gold filigre roses and vines... she hated these mirrors, they had brought so much fear and peril into her life at an early age, but even she... Snow White... could not deny the necessity her stepmother's magic mirrors held in the wake of their current threat...<br><br>Rumplestiltskin...<br><br>A former Djinn that had been a thorn in Snow White's side for some time now, only this time... he posed a threat to all the kingdoms, she had sincerely hoped she'd heard the last from him when her dear Florian had woken her from her cursed sleep, freeing her from the endless nightmare where the fiendish Rumplestiltskin took great pleasure in tormenting her...<br>She would never forget his countless attempts to seduce her, encouraging her to choose a 'winner' to stand by her side, he'd said to her that the fairest of them all deserved only the very best as her king and husband... she had spat in his face, each every time... it always gave her a twinge of satisfaction when his smug face would twist with humiliated rage.<br>The one thing she was always curious about was how Rumplestiltskin had discovered her or why he had so determinedly singled her out the way he had, there were plenty of beautiful ladies and princesses scattered across their world, so... why her? Why had he chosen her to torment?<br><br>Shaking her head gently to rid herself of those thoughts, Snow White reminded herself that there were much more important matters at hand than dwelling on the troubling bits of the past... like for example, what Rumplestiltskin was up to and what his next move would be, she already made her stationary and carrier birds ready to send word to Belle and Thumbelina, women she respected and trusted... she could only hope Rumplestiltskin wouldn't have his eye on her castle and see the birds with their messages... she still mourned her dear birds friends that the fiend had struck down the last time...<br><br>Taking a deep breath now and releasing it in a heavy sigh, Snow White focused her eyes on her reflection in the mirror “Mirror, mirror on the wall... Show me Rumplestiltskin...”<br>The surface of the mirror shimmered and rippled softly like water before the ripples began to twist, tighter and tighter they eventually began to relax and unwind, revealing a scene upon the mirror's glass... a scene that chilled Snow White clear to the bone...<br><br>Rumplestiltskin stood laughing, his arms folded arrogantly across his chest as he threw his head back in his merriment... while slaves, innocent victims of Rumplestiltskin's power... were forced to dig an enormous mass grave...<br>Inside this gigantic hole were several corpses of soldiers, she instantly recognized the armor of her kingdom... the rose engraved into the breast and shoulder plates, the crest of her dear darling Florian... there were so many of them...&nbsp; people's sons, brothers, husbands, cousins, friends...<br><br>A hand rose up to Snow White's mouth as tears graced the underline of her eyes as she tried to stifle a horrified cry, was there no end to Rumplestiltskin's cruelty? Did his lust for blood and pain have no limitations? This was truly a terrible monster that had to be stopped at all costs, before the lives of more innocent people were lost.<br>Suddenly then, something happened in the mirror that instantly struck Snow White with alarm, Rumplestiltskin looked up right in her direction and gave a saucy wink before returning his attention to the gruesome affair he found so amusing.<br><br>“You... you vile creature!” Snow White snarled as the tears began to fall down her cheeks “Enough, mirror! Enough, I will see no more!”<br>The images vanished in an instant with her command, she back up until she fell into the elegant chair she usually sat in when she had to use these mirrors, she stared miserably at her own reflection in the mirror... all Rumplestiltskin did was take, take, take and take, it didn't matter if it was material things, land, titles or even lives... nothing really meant anything to this vile fiend!<br><br>“I will not let your death be in vain, my beloved Florian...” Snow White murmured as she raised her right hand to wipe the tears from her cheeks “We will keep fighting and we will not stop until this maniacal monster is vanquished!”<br>Standing up out of her seat, Snow White stormed out of the mirror chamber on swift feet, she didn't slow down until she reached the door of her study, she pushed the door open and entered before locking it behind her. She had a very important move to make that demanded she was not disturbed.<br><br>She quickly moved behind the desk that had once belonged to her husband, snowflakes carved prettily along the edges... Florian had the desk commissioned shortly after they were married, he said the snowflakes reminded him of her and it brought him comfort when he had to pour over all the frustrating documents and papers pushed in front of him...<br>Taking a deep breath, Snow White took a seat and immediately bent over her stationary with her best quill and finest ink... she would ask all of her fellow defenders of all things good whom still walked within the light to meet with her and they would together figure out how to combat this terrible threat...<br><br>The first ones to receive her letter would be Belle and Thumbelina... if they wished to join the united fight against Rumplestiltskin, they would be encouraged to recruit others...<br><br><em>'My dear friends,<br><br>Rumpelstiltskin has taken hundreds of more innocent lives, the time has now come for all of us to come together and fight back as one mighty force... we will not fall quietly, we will not humbly fall to our knees and beg mercy from a vicious tyrannical monster!<br><br>One week from today, join me in my palace in Rosalia... all those willing will join their forces and forge a powerful alliance to Rumpelstiltskin would be a fool to try and resist, we will never suffer such wickedness and we will no longer allow him to pick us all off one by one!<br><br>If you wish to take part in this alliance, then please pass the word onto to others in our vast lands that might be willing to join us as well... hope is not lost if you refuse to cease seeking it.<br><br>~Queen Snow White</em><br><br>Snow White waited patiently until the ink was dry of the three identical copies of the letter before she carefully folded them, placing them into thick protective parchment envelopes. She hugged them tightly to her chest before she rose from the seat and made her way over to the window, pushing open the glass doors of the window before she opened her mouth to release a small but lovely little melody that the birds seemed to love...<br><br>The four birds that landed upon her window sill were none of then sturdy and proud red hawks, one of them leaned forward to indicate he was in charge of the nest they came from, his words came out in cries that be understood by anyone but those with the ability to understand the speech of animals “We heard your call, dear queen... allow us to serve you, it would do us great honor”<br>Snow White gentle bowed her head in respect to the noble animals and gingerly handed her letters into the beaks of each of the hawks “Take these letters to Queen Belle and Thumbelina, it is of the utmost importance that these reach them as quickly as possible and that you are not seen by Rumpelstiltskin. Fly on swift wings, my friends and please, make sure to be safe... I do not wish for harm to befall you”<br><br>“If we die, we die with honor serving the light” The same hawk replied before he and his companions took flight and soared off into the distance as quickly as their wings would take them.<br><br>Snow White's hands came to rest of the window sill and she stared out the window at the steadily retreating forms of the hawks, she was terrified... but she would not buckle under the pressure of Rumpelstiltskin's power, there were too many good people that would suffer as a result and... not to mention, there were fates worse than death, and Snow White knew which one would be hers...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessAriel</strong> on <strong>02-10-2016, 04:06:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz320/PointlessScars/belle2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Belle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Western Continent --&gt; Rosalia <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: None, Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Belle still wasn't use to being called Queen. The title had always sat oddly upon her shoulders, though Beast thought she wore it well, just like all the dresses he had made for her. So. Many. Dresses. Beast was currently at her side, sleeping peacefully as she sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn't sleep, she hadn't been able to sleep well since a year ago when she changed so drastically. <em>'So many nightmares..'</em> She had her head buried in her hands and she was shaking, fighting the urge to throw the bed against a wall. <br><br>"Miss," Belle heard a soft whisper across the room, a familiar voice, a concerned voice. Cogsworth. She knew before she looked up, but she looked up anyway, an eyebrow raised. Cogsworth smiled shakily at her; he still wasn't use to her new beastly look, even if it was less harsh that Beast's own beastly form. All the servants seemed fearful of her, though they hid it as well as they could. She couldn't blame them, her anger could be very explosive at times, especially when she'd been in her new form too long. "There is a letter here for you. It seems to have come from Queen Snow."<br><br>Belle froze, her shaking coming to a stop, her heart raced as her eyes widened. "Snow White.." Belle whispered, her voice barely audible. Snow and Belle had not seen each other since.. Since Belle's wedding to Beast. Snow had never seen Belle in her beastly form, though Belle was sure that many rumors had been spread about how she looked since she so often went traveling for more books and items to make the castle more lively. "Give me a moment." She nodded to Cogsworth, then watched as he disappeared back through the door, leaving the door ajar as he did.<br><br>Belle looked back at Beast, looking over his face as he slept. He looked so peaceful. She was still getting use to him looking human, she actually kind of missed his horns and his fur most of the time. But his beastly form was far too unstable these days for him to stay in his beastly form too long. She leaned over and kissed his eyelids, he woke for a second and smiled at her, then he quickly passed out again; their ball had lasted far too long the night before so he was catching up on sleep. It had been a ball to try and distract people from the rising troubles in the Eastern kingdom. Sure, it may seem a bit shallow to some, but it helped to calm the people in the nearby villages. She shook her head as she turned away from Beast, then she stood from the bed, her night gown blue and subtle, flowing to the ground to hide her wolf legs and tail.<br><br>Lumiere, Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts were waiting for her when she arrived at the dinning area. Belle smiled at them, though she was sure the smile came across as more scary than sweet anymore. Cogsworth waddled up to her, a letter in his hands with a familiar insignia. She gently took it from him, then opened it with a claw. <br><br><br><em>My dear friends,<br><br>Rumpelstiltskin has taken hundreds of more innocent lives, the time has now come for all of us to come together and fight back as one mighty force... we will not fall quietly, we will not humbly fall to our knees and beg mercy from a vicious tyrannical monster!<br><br>One week from today, join me in my palace in Rosalia... all those willing will join their forces and forge a powerful alliance to Rumpelstiltskin would be a fool to try and resist, we will never suffer such wickedness and we will no longer allow him to pick us all off one by one!<br><br>If you wish to take part in this alliance, then please pass the word onto to others in our vast lands that might be willing to join us as well... hope is not lost if you refuse to cease seeking it.<br><br>~Queen Snow White</em><br><hr><br>Belle turned back to look a her home, the napsack on her back heavy, but light in her beastly form. She was leaving Beast behind, locked in one of their many rooms. She was leaving on a trip, one that she wasn't sure he could come on. He had been through far too much recently, so it was best for him to stay home with his servants.. His friends, to look over him and keep him safe. The reason he was locked up was due to the fact that she would have to change sooner or later, the stress of being beastly would become too much sooner or later, which meant he would change back. Before, after the curse had backfired, she had been able to keep him in control; he'd never hurt her, but with her gone, they both wanted to be on the safe side.<br><br>She'd take the safe way to Snow's kingdom, via magic mirror, but she wanted to get away from her own castle first. There was one such mirror outside in he garden, surrounded by rose bushes. It use to belong in the castle, but Beast had all mirrors moved outside after his curse transformed her. Belle walked up to the mirror and placed her palm flat against the glass, the cold surface made her fingers tingle, so she closed her eyes, envisioning Snow's castle. She'd only ever seen it a couple times, but she hoped it was enough.<br><br>When she opened her eyes, she was there, in front of Snow's home. She'd never used this form of travel before, she'd had it explained to her though; it felt so very nauseating and odd. She wavered on her feet, then looked up at the building before her. "Snow.." She spoke softly, her eyes showing that of concern and worry. She stepped forward, not bothering to switch her forms; Beast needed more time to be human before he changed back, plus.. Snow needed to see her like this if.. If they were to work together to stop this danger. <br><br>She was sure Snow had a dedicated room for this sort of travel, but it being her first time, and never having been in Snow's home but a few times, she had probably messed up somehow. But she was here now, walking up to the front door, ready for just about anything and probably far earlier than anyone else that had gotten Snow's message as well. She wasn't really good at waiting, so here she was. Hopefully Snow would understand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>03-10-2016, 02:59:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent, Mideast Desert Region<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Overseeing aftermath of a victory<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White (via magic mirror)</strong></div><br><div style="text-align: right;">The desert was hot. Irritatingly so. Even for someone of his level of power, it was a source of annoyance. As a Djinn such things were trivial, not bothersome in the least. His freedom had changed so much about him. The amount of power he could wield was so limited, it felt like an addiction trying to find more sources. Anyone wishing for the slightest thing was instructed to come directly to him if the amount of magic he would expend to grant their request would be less than the amount generated by the sealing of their deal via enchanted handshake.<br><br>He stood atop a massive sand dune and watched as the surviving soldiers of his new army he had built up from those either too afraid to oppose him (afraid for their families he had threatened if not for their own lives) or those who saw his power and envied it, wishing to serve what they saw as the winning side in this war. Whatever opposition had arrived and stood in their path had met their end, either by the swords of his vassals or, when he was dissatisfied losing so much of his cannon fodder that he depended upon for recharging his own power, he would cause a tidal wave of sand to engulf them, or rain down fire upon them if he wasn't in the mood to be stingy with his reserves of magic. The displays of his wonders would either wipe out the enemy or make them fall to their knees in surrender. He was merciful to a point; those that could prove useful to him as warriors and of course willing fonts of deal-making energy were spared, though not until after their eternal devotion was burned into their souls with a deal. Those who led the armies against him, unfortunately, whether they turned out to be cowards or not, had to be made an example of and so when Florian, Snow White's beloved, attempted to run him through, Rumplestiltskin caught the tip of the sword between his fingers and magically caused the blade to reverse out through the hilt and impale the brave warrior through his chest.<br></div>Florian's body could not even be recovered to be given a proper burial or funeral. He was unceremoniously rolled into a mass grave Rumplestiltskin had ordered his soldiers-slash-slaves to dig. He had them dig it deep, too, because this was the desert and a sandstorm could either unearth or bury further a mound of bodies, and he didn't want them ever emerging from the ground again. Those who stood against him were to be forgotten, so that all thought of resistance would be encouraged to cease.<br><br>The desert now belonged to him. It was almost sinfully easy to make deals out there. If a thousand peasants asked for rain, he could expend a trivial amount of power to bring on a monsoon and placate every single one of them in one go. It actually served his purposes well; he wanted a dark cloud to announce his presence everywhere he planned to march his armies. Where should he conquer next? The Southern region? The North? But then, this was still only the Eastern continent. There were three other major land masses to make bend at the knee. But this would require assistance. He knew his limits. If he ran low on magic at a critical moment and ran up against opposition of great magic power...such would be an embarrassing end to his campaign. He needed help, from more than these cowardly mortals that had no special skills or power to offer. He would build his power base here, he decided, on the Eastern continent until you could not overturn a rock on a piece of it that he did not own. Word had already gotten around about him, the army from the West had proven that they understood his intentions, but not his capabilities. He knew there would be stronger, more prepared foes to face him. In fact...<br><br>He felt as though a pair of eyes were burning holes in his back. Someone must have been viewing him remotely, either through the eyes of a spirit familiar like a hawk, or...oh, of course. He had just killed her beloved, after all. It had to be Snow White, that infamous little minx that took possession of her wicked stepmother the queen's magic mirrors. He turned in the direction he felt the eyes were coming from and gave her a playful grin, winking to let her know he was on to her. He wanted to communicate with her, honestly. If he was to be a King, after all, he ought to have a Queen by his side. And she was quite legendary for her beauty. She would make quite the trophy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>03-10-2016, 19:54:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Cloth pants and bandages around his fists to prevent injury; wearing no shirt.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Going out of his house, participating in his 'stress reliever'<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>He needed a breather, something to relax him, make him ease his tense muscles after remembering such horrible things. It always seemed nowadays that anything could make Koschei remember his past, and right now, it was some he'd much rather forget at the moment. Finishing the fruit in his hand hastily, Koshchei picked up a small object from the side table next to him; a wand, about ten or so inches, carved and crafted with intricate and beautiful detail, unlike other wands which were just twigs and sticks from trees. Taking the magical instrument, he gave a quick mutter of a spell, as quick the clock chiming the next hour, and tapped it against his broad chest. In an instant, his clothes began to form around his skin, an all black suit, made of the finest material the Western Country could import; silk material stitched to perfection, with matching black tie, shined leather shoes, and even a small lapel pin that clipped to the tie itself.<br><br>His family's crest, still haunting him, never unable to escape him.<br><br>It was strange, Koschei wished to be rid of this house, the memories of his family, everything, yet wearing a suit like this, he was a spitting image of his father. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a steel gaze that could unnerve someone by giving a mere glance; it was something unsettling, making Koschei ever wonder if he would ever truly be out of his family's shadow. His eyes glanced towards a rather large scale painting on top of the Foyer's fireplace, consisting of only his mother and father; words that he always said in disdain. Their painted eyes stared down at him, every moment he walked, did anything really; he didn't want to admit that it unnerved him, because he knew that they were long gone and dead, having killed them himself and stuffing the bodies in the deepest parts of the Mansion. Bodies had littered the mansion, blood stains everywhere, but they were all gone, all gone now that Koschei had control of things. Pulling a large black coat over his body to protect him from the cold, he gave a quick wave of his hand to shut the large front doors behind him, before turning back to look at the Mansion after he had walked a few feet away from it, his cold, blue eyes taking in the view of the house.<br><br>He was so tired, so weary, he had almost thought he had seen his parents from one of the topside windows of the second floor, looking at him through the windows silk curtains.<br><br>"<em>Cave Inimicum</em>." With his wand pointed towards the home, he gave the instrument an intricate wave, before a large sphere, transparent as it rippled around the Mansion, shone briefly, before disappearing before his eyes. A protection spell, to protect his home in case any intruders or uneducated lot tried to break into his home; he would be alerted at any given time if such a thing were to occur, and would use a transportation spell back to his home to take care of any trouble. Taking one last look of the house, he gave another wave of his wand, before his body was suddenly shifted, and with the location in mind, was now not in front of his home, but now in the midst of a bustling town, filled with people. A transportation spell that came in handy, it was something that Koschei mostly used sparingly; after all, it was a spell he created himself. Making his way down the cobbled brick streets of the town, he couldn't help but continue to hear mutters and talking of what had happened back in the desert areas, of a Kingdom sinking overnight.<br><br><em>"It doesn't have anything to do with you Koschei."</em> He would say to himself, his hands in his pockets as he made his way towards a shabby looking building of sorts, an abandoned tavern that had a sliding eye window at the front of the door. Walking over to it, he knocked on it twice, before the small window was opened, revealing a pair of steely red eyes, boring into Koscheis. <br><br>"Password." The voice was burly rough, nothing resembling human, and apparently not in the mood to play games, as it's tone was demanding.<br><br>"Nocturne Alley." The door's window was immediately shut as the front door swung open, letting Koschei inside to find many people within it's apparent shabby walls. Humans were the normal lot to see in such a place, mostly men with betting streaks that wished to try their hand at gaining some extra coin. However there were other forms of life around though not many; vampires, mages and witches like himself, even trolls, which had happened to be the guard that had let him in. "Peter, you finally made it!" An older man, much older then Koschei, came over with a smile, inviting yet still holding an ounce of slime to it; a con man that gambled his life savings every time he came here. "You ready to win? I already got a third of my money on you."<br><br>"I'll be down there shortly." No one knew who he really was here, and Koschei kept it that way, wanting an outline to let off steam; it was the only way he could, rather then rot away in his home. No one cared who he was, or how he was feeling, only that he beat his opponent to a bloody pulp and win the match did they care.<br><br><hr><br>Down the stars below, a makeshift ring with a circle of wooden barriers kept Koschei and his opponent inside, a large Orc, as the crowd screamed and cheered for the two to keep going, the two at it for two hours, neither backing down. The Orc had little to few scratches on him, while Koschei has a large bruise on his side, spitting out some blood from his mouth as he gave a heavy breath, his hair ragged from the sweat that came off him. The Orc came rushing in full swing but Koschei moved out of the way in time, giving a few jabs towards the Orcs body as the giant yelled, but wasn't in too much pain as of yet. Sizing up his opponent, Koschei could see that at his hip he had a scar, something resent, something he could use. Taking a quick side step as the Orc ran at him once more, almost making the building around them shake, Koschei gave a harsh jab towards the Orc's scar, the monster howling in pain as he fell to one knee. His only chance to strike hard, Koschei reeled back, and in a harsh rush of strength, knocked the Orc back with a powerful punch to his jaw. His hand was bloodied for sure, but the Orc, he could do no more, and feel to the ground, knocked out, defeated. The crowd was stunned, almost silent other then a few labored breathes from Koschei, spitting out another helping of blood from his mouth before he walked out of the ring, eyes on all him before he pulled the betting money from the Coordinator's hands, taking the cut he was given before tossing a handful of the coins to the unconscious Orc nearby him. He took a shot glass that was filled with whiskey for a gentleman that had paid, but seeing Koschei's serious gaze the man backed off, Koschei downing the alcohol as it burned his throat in the most delicious of ways. He made his way up the stairs, having his fill for the day, sitting alone in the bar top above, wiping blood off himself.<br><br>His parents would be appalled to see their son participating in such a dangerous, vulgar sport. That it was unbecoming of himself and their family name to do such a thing, to bet their money away, to fight other only to end up battered and bloody. They would say that he should be using his magic, practicing to become one of the greatest ever. <br><br>He already knew he was one of the greatest wizards in the Western Continent, of his homeland. <br><br>He didn't give a damn with what his <em>dead parents </em> thought, their opinion no longer mattering considering the circumstances.<br><br>Shaking his head to wipe away the sweat that rolled down his neck, he ordered the bar keep to give him more whiskey, having to even speak in accented english for the man because he seemed so terrified of Koschei's appearance. Taking the whisky once more he downed it, not caring about the eyes around him. </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>04-10-2016, 04:40:45</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Western Continent/ Germany <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Training, Gathering information, Traveling<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White (M), Belle,Others<br><br><br>It had been more than a week since the fall of the fairy kingdom and the devastation Thumbelina faced in witnessing her one and only love fatally wounded before her eyes, yet to the maiden she felt burn of war as if it had it had been only hours before the singe of such a shameful defeat and crippling victory she had for herself as bittersweet as the mourning of a wife to be would be. Yes she had literally stomped out all the frogs forces until she had collapsed onto her newly heightened knees, though Thumbelina knew that it was not something to savor, that this had only been an minor infection to that of the plague that was befalling the lands she had only begun to discover. That with the silence that had irrupted that fateful evening the maiden now found herself so very alone with only the creatures of the forest to give out their own mourning cry to keep her company for her loss. Her transformation had been something so disturbingly odd and strange for herself, her world having grown as much as herself as the naked maiden became frightened with the new sights her height had come with, it was as if she was learning this new life all over again really. Though that would have to wait.<br><br>The following day Thumbelina grieved her lost prince as she sobbed uncontrollably whilst sifting through the carnage of her broken castle nestled within the flowers, the countless bodies of her would have been subjects and family like small withered petals that scattered the forest floor in tragedy. Carefully the maiden would dig respectful graves for each fairy, using her fingers to dig into the earth and lay their bodies to rest her tears wetting the dirt to accompany her sorrow for their lost lives. Thumbelina worked for countless hours in burying her kingdom to their final resting spot the most heart wrenching in that of finding Prince Phillip whom her once aching sobbing ceased upon finding, his still body laying beneath the overturn of a daisy as he had used his life to spare her own when confronting the frog commander who had ended his life. Gingerly she brought her dead lover close to her wet features as she inspected her prince, cradling his lifeless body carefully against her silken palm as she took an painful breath in.His death would be avenged she swore to her lover as she laid him to rest like the others, each fairy would not have their lives lost in vain as the maiden finally finished her work and spoke a silent prayer to the moon.<br><br>That seemed like eons ago though as Thumbelina set fire to the remains of the broken kingdom, purifying the evil that had fallen upon them as well as to make those who had caused such burn an eternity in hellish fires for their work against the peaceful species. While her heart still mourned for her tragic loss Thumbelina picked herself up and dried her tears, vowing vengeance as she soon went to work with what her mind knew was the only solution. Rumplestilskin, he was the cause of all of this she knew, there had been talk of his uprising in recruiting others for his evil deeds, but the fairy kingdom had felt they were in reason to not be targeted so swiftly and so unexpectedly. No one could have seen the future of darkness befall them so suddenly, there had been no warning, no sign of treachery..if there had then so many little lives would not have been lost. No one had been spared, not a child nor woman, the elder and the young alike had been snuffed out like the inky blackness of the shadows themselves; Thumbelina would avenge them all. The man of the moon who had given her life had given her something to fight back with, and she would not let this painful loss stop her.<br><br>The days that had followed were ones of exploration in the power she had been granted, the once fairy like maiden finding she had the ability to shift her size to varying heights, an advantage clearly as her once oh so small world opened up before her very eyes. Thumbelina began to train herself in the art of fencing that her prince had been so fond of, the needle like sword he had sworn his life to now her's to wield as she practiced with some difficulty after all now the size of a true maiden there was certain effects that had to be overcome.First and foremost was finding herself a gown to dress herself as the once elegant gown she had been adorned with was now but the size of her pinky finger, the maiden using the flowing curtain of her golden tresses to cover herself as she formulated her next plan. The creatures of the forest did what they could to help their fairy princess, a cunning fox having stolen an gown that had been laying at the shores of the nearby lake no doubt from another woman who had unwittingly let her clothing be taken whilst she bathed, while a badger had managed to find a satchel full of knitting tools and thread as it would make a fine assortment of objects for Thumbelina would no doubt be able to use for her own work. <br><br>To say Thumbelina was unable to adjust to new talents and new found obstacles was an understatement, the young drop of moon light had always worked hard to train herself to her surroundings, that this much like all the other trials before was merely something to overcome in time.From the first moment she had opened her eyes she had to learn the world within a blink in the eye, to hone her skills to not be swept up in the fury of chaos that the land was so unforgiving. Both with needle and sword Thumbelina grew to to her surroundings as the days wore on with her already adaptable skills of navigation and trial and error, that the day she left her fallen kingdom behind she had gathered enough supplies to be on the move to the one being who would help her in the fairy maiden's plight;Snow White. The queen was of grace and beauty that even the sweet moon marveled within as he whispered soft nothings of her beauty, young Thumbelina having the honor in meeting the famed princess with her dear prince what felt like was decades ago, that even then Thumbelina was taken back at just how sweet and kind Snow had been. There had been a mutual respect between the two that Thumbelina enjoyed, as the fairy kingdom were more than thankful for the peaceful truce between them and the kingdom of Snow, as she knew she would be the only person who would know what course of action to take against the evil now plaguing the world. Treking through the forest the fairy maiden would begin travels towards Kordes as it was imperative for Snow to know the fate of the peaceful fairy kingdom and no doubt the lands that would soon follow, as any means of travel it would be quite the expedition even if the fairy was not the size of a fair woman.<br><br>Much to her own surprise however Thumbelina had paused her travels to a nearby town full of good souls, that it was during such a stop she had found the soft chirp of birds bidding her an personal letter from the famed queen herself. Taking the letter in hand Thumbelina read the instructions carefully, as her now foremost attention was that in making it to Snow's castle in record time. <br><br>----<br><br>That all had been a full week from when Thumbelina had obtained the letter in question the maiden having paused her travels to instead stock up on goods she felt would be needed rather than seeking out ship and board, the small town offering the fairy company as she now sat silently by the lakeside to gather her thoughts. The town itself was full of warm faces dirty from hard labor but like her own kingdom they had felt the strain of chaos and war, something Thumeblina fought hard to keep her tears of sorrow from showing as she steadied herself. Many had been lost from various forces pillaging and waging protests and yet they still found good in aiding Thumbelina and her now honorable quest, one old maiden in particular gifting the fairy maiden with her husband's old sword and shield that had began to grow musty with dust from his loss years ago. Thanking the elder Thumbelina used all of her strength to shift herself and her materials around her to that of her former self, the small fairy emerging from her once flowing gown as she adjusted herself and her changing abilities and compensated with that of a thumb sleeve used for sewing to dress herself. While these powers were still fairly new Thumbelina had only so much control as she used what strength she had to shrink her supplies, it was an adjustment surely but something that would only grow with time no doubt. For now she did not have the time to worry of such as the fairy maiden took a small breath as she gazed at herself in the small shard of broken glass that she had stumbled upon, having placed it away from sight less any other discover her means of traveling. After all she did not have the means of explaining herself to the common folk, time was purely of the essence, even if it was a means of travel that was difficult to hold for some.<br><br>Disappearing through the glass Thumbelina soon emerged in a new surrounding all together, the kingdom of Rosalia, and that of the home of Snow White.What the maiden did not expect was the sight of another so suddenly before her, as the mirror shard had literally propelled Thumbelina out from it's surface to send the miniature woman to collide with something that was slightly furred and lean. Scrambling herself Thumbelina looked up to see a sight she had never witnessed before, it appeared to be that of a female and yet a creature all in itself, having never made Belle's acquaintance the fairy maiden was taken aback slightly before she fought to her tiny feet and squeaked."I am so sorry please forgive me."she cooed in an high pitched chirp, after all Snow White's kingdom was perhaps the safest of all the continents, so surely this was no threat. Taking a moment Thumbelina shifted herself to that of a normal height, the flow of hair obscuring herself safely before she gathered her materials and threw a cover around herself and her shame."I do hope you can forgive me..sadly I am not able to shift with my clothing fully intact just yet."she replied shyly, bright jade gems fluttering sweetly as she cooed.<br><br>Hopefully her first impression wasn't too awful...though some things couldn't be helped really.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>04-10-2016, 17:48:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northeastern Sea, traveling to Northern Continent<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: None</strong></div><br>The seas were smooth and a little chilly, such a departure from that of the desert. Rumplestiltskin had decided to leave behind the land that had been his home for so long and had left largely devastated in his wake. Those that had succeeded in fleeing were scattered to the other three landmasses and while he would eventually either subjugate them or wipe them out, for the moment, he merely wished to build up his own power base and the simplest way to do this would be to gather an army of the dumbest brutes he could think of. To the North, the continent mostly covered in ice and home to the vast Russian and Scandinavian mythical provinces, he knew he could find scads of hideous, powerful trolls in the forests. Such primitive but powerful creatures could be easily bent to his will if he simply promised them a land covered in darkness in which the sunlight that cursed their flesh to turn to stone would never be able to touch them again.<br><br>He had summoned a great leviathan from the depths as a vessel to carry him and his army from the Eastern Continent to the Northern one. The men were all too frightened to even look down at the beast, staying in the center of its head, terrified to look at the tentacles that the great Kraken was using to propel them towards their new destination. Rumplestiltskin was amused that even those who had sworn their lives to him and would be in no danger from the beast he controlled were still so fearful. Good. That was the kind of relationship he wanted with them. Fear would mean they would never dare cross him.<br><br>Stepping onto the frozen dirt at the edge of the Southeastern coast of the Northern Continent, he knew the journey would take them through the Russian territory first, before they got to the Scandinavian region where the forests were teeming with trolls. Who knew what kind of opposition-or allies-they would meet along the way...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>05-10-2016, 05:14:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Walking out of the tavern, on his way home.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>Koschei walked out of the shabby tavern after another good two hours of fighting, the man no longer having any bruises of bloodied bruises on his face. The tavern, despite it's shabby appearance and lack luster fashion, did still have the decency to give medicine to heal the fighters; however Koschei always came prepared with his own. Powerful liquids that could heal minor to severe wounds, he knew what he would need and when he would nee to use it. Pulling on his long black coat to keep him warm, he noticed crowds of people looking towards the harbor, all talking and muttering to themselves, some having a look of fear in their eyes; was something happening?<br><br>"Doesn't matter." He said to himself, turning to begin his walk into the woods that led to his home. Whatever was happening didn't seem to concern him; unless someone was looking for him specifically would he care.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>11-10-2016, 04:15:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Koschei's turf<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br>Not wanting to let his reputation slip at all, Rumplestiltskin brought on the dark, thundering clouds in the sky to herald his arrival in the new land. If they were nearer troll territory, the people would be terrified that the daylight would no longer afford them protection from the dreaded beasts. Of course, once he found a good number of them he'd march them all over the place and really give the peasantry something to be afraid of.<br><br>Strutting like the glorious peacock that he was, Rumplestiltskin grinned as the terrified villagers cowered and cringed. Surely this was the end for them! But far from it, that is, provided that they capitulated to his demands which, all things considered, weren't all that unreasonable. The menfolk would serve in his armies and their loved ones would receive his protection. Surely with him as their leader, they would be less likely to be slain in battle, as well. When it came to that or watching their town burn to the ground and an army of monsters feasting upon any survivors, it wasn't exactly a hard choice to make.<br><br>"But I'm looking for REAL talent to join my ranks. Someone worthy of a commanding position, someone I can rely on to do the things I can do but might not be in the mood to." he boasted. "You filthy commoners are worth only what your petty desires can do for me when I'm in the mood to make deals. I need a serious apprentice, a mage, or a beast with a brain. Can not ONE of you sad little sheep even pretend to be what I seek?" he taunted them for his own amusement. Surely anyone nearby would see the unnatural weather phenomenon and either turn and run in the opposite direction as fast as they could or, if they were anything like what he was describing, be too intrigued not to investigate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>11-10-2016, 04:40:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Meeting with good trusted friends<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle and Thumbelina<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Soft clicks of heels could be heard in the hall outside the throne room just before Snow White rounded the corner and entered, she smiled upon the two women waiting within, honorable and trustworthy friends she knew she could depend on in trying times.<br>Smiling sweetly at Thumbelina for a moment, Snow White turned her chocolate eyes towards the beastly looking Belle, she had seen in the mirror about Belle's situation in the time she'd peeked in to make sure Belle and Adam were alright... she worried about her friends what with that fiend Rumple on the loose... but while she knew Belle was worried about what she might think (her friend's eyes spoke volumes to her thoughts), Snow White had honestly found it to be the ultimate act of selfless love for the welfare of ones soulmate. Belle was so very brave in Snow White's eyes.<br><br>Snow White reached out to place a gentle hand upon the cheek of Belle and gave her a warm loving smile before pulling her into a tight hug “I know what are thinking, dear friend, and this outward appearance changes nothing about our friendship... you are still you, you are still Belle, my dear selfless and kind friend”<br>Withdrawing after few moments from the sisterly embrace, Snow White winked playfully “I have some new books in the library you might fancy”<br><br>She turned then to Thumbelina, the poor darling was wrapped only in a blanket... Snow White knew from private confidence that the blonde woman was having a difficult time with certain aspects of her powers and now... with the recent devastating loss... she could imagine how much more difficult everything was, it broke Snow White's heart to think of it... she too knew how it felt to be robbed of the man you loved so very passionately. It had to hurt that they hadn't even had the chance to be wedded, Snow White wanted to comfort and console Thumbelina... but she worried as well about opening up that wound and making things difficult for Thumbelina in an already difficult time.<br>The raven haired queen approached Thumbelina and wrapped a compassionate arm around her shoulders “Come with me ladies and we'll grab Thumbelina some proper clothing out of my own clothes, I do believe I have a dress that will fit you. We can discuss business once Thumbelina is comfortable”<br><br>Snow White withdrew her arm from Thumbelina and turned towards the throne room entrance when she heard the sound of booted footsteps, a tough looking burly dwarf entered... his expression look, not so much perturbed as it was concerned... he seemed to hesitate about whatever it was he came to say.<br>“Grumpy, what is the matter? You look worried...” Snow White asked, taking a few steps towards the dwarf “Did you hear something about Rumpelstiltskin?”<br>Grumpy nodded before releasing a heaving sigh “Rumor has it that Rumpelstiltskin has been spotted along the coastline of the Northern Continent, he's been trying to recruit talented individuals to his cause”<br><br>Snow White momentarily looked greatly disturbed before she took a deep breath and let it out slow, she had to remain calm and not allow Rumpelstiltskin to get the better of her, panic led to clumsiness and that would lead to defeat “Well, we shall just have to quicker than him, won't we? That monster will not be allowed to achieve his dark ambitions”<br>Grumpy nodded and gave an approving grunt “I'll get the boys back on the hunt for more potential allies, Doc thinks he might have one or two possibilities in mind, but we don't know yet. We will inform you immediately the moment we do”<br><br>Snow White nodded and then Grumpy excused himself, she turned back towards Belle and Thumbelina once more “Alright, now, how about we see to that dress now, hm?”<br><br><hr><br>As they filed in and Snow White closed the door behind them, Snow White moved across the room decorated warmly in red and gold over to a very large wardrobe, she flicked the hangers across the rack until she came to the&nbsp; &nbsp;gown &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=209523337[/URL) she had in mind, she bent down then to fetch a pair of matching shoes that looked as though they'd be exactly the ideal size for Thumbelina's feet at the present time.<br>Smiling, Snow White draped the gown over her right arm and gracefully lightly kicked the wardrobe doors closed before walking to where Thumbelina stood waiting, she offered the dress and shoes “My&nbsp; dressing room &nbsp;(https://thumbs.dreamstime.com/z/cheverny-castle-chateau-dressing-room-photo-france-loire-valley-region-45286555.jpg[/URL)&nbsp; is over there to the right of the room if you do not wish to disrobe in front of us”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessAriel</strong> on <strong>13-10-2016, 03:13:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz320/PointlessScars/belle2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Belle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Rosalia <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Following<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thumbalina, Snow, Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Belle was waiting for Snow's arrival within the throne room, when she felt something collide with her shoulder. She scrambled to catch the poor thing, quickly realizing that it was a tiny someone instead of a something. "Oh hello.." She whispered, failing to catch the falling person, but it seemed they landed unharmed for the most part. The high pitched apology made Belle smile, in a way that she showed no teeth of course, "It is alright, I promise." She watched in awe as the miniature woman grew to be almost her own height. She had heard of this woman, Belle knew her name; Thumbalina. The other probably didn't know her own name though, so she stayed quiet, averting her gaze as the girl found a blanket to cover herself with. If Belle had brought any extra clothes with her, she would have offered them, but she had not. All she wore was what she had brought with her, clothes wise.<br><br>Not soon after Thumbalina arrived, Snow herself arrived, causing Belle to twitch and look away. It had been so long wince they had seen one another, she did not look the same, nor was she the same woman that Snow had known previously. Sure, Belle hadn't really changed, she still loved all the same things she had before the curse had backfired, but now, she was an angrier person. Snow probably had no inkling of the anger part, but Belle's beastly appearence was evident; briefly she thought of shifting back to human, to spare Snow the sight, but to do so would cost Beast. It came as a shock to Belle, though it probably shouldn't have, that Snow simply reached out for her and smiled warmly. Her shock clear in her eyes, she lifted her gaze to Snow right before the dark haired queen wrapped her up in a hug. Belle found herself going limp momentarily, having not felt a hug from someone that wasn't Beast in quite some time. She quickly returned Snow's hug and got a grip on herself; she had to be strong and Snow accepting her for what she now looked like helped to put her back in her rightful state of mind. Selfless? A word she wasn't sure applied to her but she nodded and smiled instead of stating such a thing. "Thank you, Snow. And of course, you know books are still my weakness." <br><br>Rumple was in the Northern continent? Belle looked to Snow and the dwarf who stated such a thing, her keen hearing catching even the sound of Snow's heart as it beat rapidly at the news. She watched as Snow took in deep breaths, Belle was worried, what exactly had Rumpelstiltskin done to Snow? Whatever it was, Snow was sure to tell in due time. Belle watched as the dwarf stated they would keep looking for allies then left. She hoped she knew the others that would be joining them on their endeavor, she hoped they would have knowledge to offer with their fight. <br><br>Belle, not being one for dresses and gowns, though she did own her fair share and wore quite a few when necessary, stood in the room with the two as Snow offered Thumbalina a rather stunning new dress. Belle looked around at the room, her eyes alight as she took in every little detail of the room, her yellow eyes catching in the light in a way that would probably make some uneasy. She shifted the pack upon her back, lifting something from a side pocket; her magic mirror. She concentrated upon Beast, bringing the delicate close to her face. She wanted to make sure he was doing alright, she hadn't been gone long but still she worried. Seeing his face appear upon the glass made her smile softly; he was sleeping, of course, he was always sleeping. In his beastly form, he seemed to be riddle with nightmares, but as a human, he could catch up on years of sleepless nights. She touched the glass with her other hand, disturbing the image, then she hugged the mirror to her chest. She just had to remember, she was doing this to keep him safe, to keep everyone safe, being away from him hurt, but losing him would hurt far more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>14-10-2016, 05:35:39</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Western Continent/ Germany <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Covering herself, Dressing, Casual conversation<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White, Belle,Others<br><br><br>To say Thumbelina had been surprised by the sudden thrust of herself being thrown through the mirror and into new surroundings has been an understatement, as her life with the fairies there had not been such need considering they had the gift of wings and could fly great distances without worry. Sadly Thumbelina did not have such an luxury in a sense of the urgency of time as well as her clear lack in ability, so travel through the mystic mirror system had been the only choice; though as interesting as it was she did not expect to find herself literally tumbling into another so suddenly as she had. The rushed apology of her intrusion itself had taken more out of the size shifting maiden than the adversary she had met in a humorous fashion as despite her rather startling appearance Thumbelina found only a soft yet nervous smile to grace the pale hue of her lips as she sheepishly giggled.There had been talk of myths and stories of a maiden who's triumph of love had resulted in curious transformation herself and while Thumbelina had been in awe with such an idea, to actually see it to be truth was an experience so much more for the curious little maiden. "You must be the beautiful Belle I have heard so much about!~"Thumbelina squeaked happily as she adjusted herself, the thick blanket nearly swallowing the maiden's lithe form as she straightened up in her petite but familiar height of a traditional human female. "I mean not that you aren't beautiful now..I mean you are quite the sight...not that it's an awful thing...but I have heard so much from Queen Snow..lovely things of course..I..."steeling her nerves Thumbelina glanced away shyly, her excitement and bubbling personality a coping mechanism for her overwhelmed and nervous demeanor as words began to spill past her lips faster than her mind could process them to silence.<br><br>"Forgive me for my manners...I am Thumbelina..or you may call me Maia if you care to."Thumbelina cooed after a short moment to gather her frantic thoughts, thankfully she wouldn't have to continue to stew too much longer under the awkward introduction to the other princess as Queen Snow soon made herself known.Watching the graceful beauty such as Snow White was yet another experience that Thumbelina had only the pleasure of knowing a few countless times, that despite the limited interactions aside from letters, it still blew the maiden away at just how incredible the Queen actually was. Truly she lived up to her infamy with lips as red as a blood rose, skin so flawless like the soft fluff of the freshest snow, hair as dark as the raven's feathers; it was breath taking each time. Watching the maidens interact with one another brought a comforting smile to Thumbelina's lips as she sighed happily as such comfort and warmth had been soothing to witness, the treacherous past few weeks for herself having been so dark and clouded with the agony of her loss of both her love and home that to see such brought a healing aspect as well as a spark of hope. If there was anyone who could defeat Rumplestilskin and his evil it was here in this room. <br><br>So lost in the fury of her own thoughts Thumbelina had only barely noticed Queen Snow address herself as well, the light hue of peridot green gems widening a small tad as she realized her spacey demeanor before blushing shyly. "O-Oh yes ..that would be lovely...thank you Queen Snow..I fear this is hardly the proper attire for this moment."She cooed with a nervous sigh, the torrent of her emotional stance something of a fickle mistress but one Thumeblina was determined not to distract her too much for what was to come. After all she needed to be strong, not only for herself but for the rest of the kingdom and the world they knew, this was not the time to mourn for her loss.The motherly comfort of Snow's arm and proposition was enough to keep Thumbelina grounded as she gave a silent nod, subconsciously drawing the blanket further around her lithe form as she took a small breath. Yes she was to dress quick and then they could finally get to business, that perhaps being the most important of subjects than making Thumbelina comfortable, though she wasn't about to argue with Snow's gratuity.&nbsp; No sooner had she agreed so did the appearance of the burly dwarf who's namesake was written across his features, the dwarf seemingly concerned as his news was duly appropriate. So Rumplestilskin was in the Northern Continent..he obviously was moving fast as the news he was recruiting more forces to join his evil sent an cold shiver down Thumbelina's spine. Flashes of the frog's attack on her beloved fairy kingdom raced through Thumbelina's mind as she grimaced, that the fact the monster was finding more cohorts to join his cause and create more chaos sent a ember of anger to flare in the maiden's heart.<br><br>Thumbelina would however find Snow's own reaction all the more comforting, that she was so calm and collected something truly to envy as there was little doubt why Queen Snow was truly qualified to lead the resistance against the evil. Following silently along with the maiden's Thumbelina was surprised at how gracious Snow was, gifting her an lovely dress that was utterly perfect, the soft crush of pink like the most delicate floweras the flower maiden smiled warmly."Thank you Queen Snow..it won't take long."she cooed excitedly, taking the silk gown to make her way towards the dressing room that had been offered for her to change. While shifting her size could have been an faster alternative Thumbelina still had doubts at her own abilities, not trusting such less she make a fool of herself in front of the royal maidens as she excused herself. Dropping the blanket from herself Thumbelina stepped into the gown with an proud smile, the material truly did fit like a glove against her lithe porcelain form,allowing her natural beauty to come to the surface much better than the blanket had. Stepping into the shoes Thumbelina would soon emerge with a giddy smile, no doubt Snow knew her tastes all too well as the maiden's once previous discomfort was soon but all forgotten.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>15-10-2016, 07:34:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/d0/e4/5dd0e428986c29dfcab75e2418aa0cae.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sebastian, The Huntsman <br><strong>Wearing:</strong>The Big Bad's Fur.<br><strong>Location</strong>:Westeern continent, Germany,Edge of Forest, outside Rosalia. Transitioning to the castle gate<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Returning to life, searching for Snow<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Open, Jaeger, Snow and the others<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Darkness, that's all he was conscious of, an all consuming darkness that hid light and hope form his eyes. Wait, did he even have eyes, did he even have a body. Woden had sent him back, but told him it would be like being born once again as the places of the wild provided him with a new and stronger body. He felt a force began to tug him forward, least that what he could call it, being pulled forward.There was no sense of direction, no up nor down, no left nor right in this dark world;However, there he was being pulled forward. He felt heavier, like he was becoming more real every passing second, time having both all meaning and none in this world of nothing. He felt himself gather speed, felt the veil between life and death coming closer and closer. He had no body yet, but he reached, he reached out with his hand to try and grasp the second life that was being given to him.<br><br>At the roots of the oldest oak on the edge of the Forest near the castle of Rosalia sat pristine, the grass blowing softly in the wind and forest animals going about their lives without a care in the world. The peace was broken as the roots of the great tree broke free from the surface, the old gnarled branches smoothing and forming the framework for a powerful arm. Fingers outstretched the dirt and grass flowed from the forest floor to build up muscle and sinew. More roots emerged hugging an earthen skeleton as it clawed its way to life, fighting against the vines and tendrils that tried to pull it back into the afterlife. Loam and pasture raced along this body, packing in and carving a powerful body for the returned spirit. At last the last root, the last vine snapped from the earthen form and it collapse, huddled up in a fetal position while the dirt and clay fell from his body to reveal tanned skin stretched over a hard packed musculature. <br><br>A sharp breath brought Sebastian into the world of the living, the feel of the wind upon his naked form, the smell of the grass and the air. It all seemed so much brighter now, sharper. He could tell that a family of deer were drinking form the river a few hundred feet upwind, their scent carried right to him.Then his world began anew as he felt something he had not felt in years. His right hand clutched at his chest as his new heart beat strongly behind his rib cage."My heart....My heart.." he muttered to himself. He was aware of so much, the rhythmic beating in his chest, the warmth that spread through his body at each beat and the sound of the blood rushing through his veins."I'm back." he said, slowly he releases his chest, just concentrating on the feel of the sun on his skin.<br><br>His world is once again plunged into darkness as a Golden eagle flies by and drops form it's talons a heavy cloak, the fur upon it black as pitch and seaming to absorb the shadow around it when it passes beneath the tree to drape over the Huntsman. With a start he sits up, pulling the hide from his face to see the Golden Eagle perched on the branch above him. Thoughts flood his mind and he understands, he knows this predator was another one of the gifts from the wilde jagd, a spirit of the hunt linked to him. He then remembers why he came back and pushes himself to his feet. Nude he looks at the kingdom ahead of him and knows Snow lies in there. Picking up the pelt of the big bad wolf he had slain in his previous life he wrapped it around his waist and looked to his companion"Jaeger, Find Queen Snow and tell her that she has another solider willing to meet with her...." His stomach growled and he felt physical pain for the first time in a long time."...and ask her to have some food prepared."<br><br>Jaeger took flight and speed before him towards the kingdom, Sebastian found that if he closed his eyes and concentrated he could look through the eyes of his spirit companion. he smiled and offered a thanks to Woden, he did not have to bless him with such a steadfast friend, but here he was to fight beside him. More thoughts flooded his mind as Jaeger sent images of all he could do and the Huntmans grin grew wider. "Lets give this new body a try." He tied the pelt off at his waist so it would not slip and he broke into a sprint. Grass and trees faded to a blur as he broke out across the fields as fast as any forest animal, his wild blessed body much stronger than that of his old form. His heart raced and he could feel the blood pumping through his legs, bringing with it the sweet air that filled his lungs. Elated he did not stop until he stood at the gates of the castle, waiting for His companion to deliver his message.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>15-10-2016, 20:12:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, unclaimed jungles approaching the Southwestern desert<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, grumbling, looking for points of interest<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: None in particular<br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>A thorn. In her paw. A literal thorn in her paw. Well, sonofab-...<br><br>The creature that made its way through the undergrowth at the desert's edge wasn't exactly a rare sight, though in these stretches of humid wilderness, was not exactly common fare. She'd had plenty of time to reconsider her traveling arrangements, of course, given that there was more than one human already who, but for the quick thinking of the fox, had nearly crossed her path. Even now, she shuddered to think of having to outrun hunters with this terrible shooting pain. Sitting quietly at the edge of the desert, she leaned her head down and began to gnaw at the pads, trying to dislodge the thing. <br><br>It was a curious sight, the horizon devoid of buildings, free of the scent and sound of pressing bodies, clinging to the edge of the jungle and relenting only to the golden sands. The spires that pierced the sky had evidently sunk, leaving behind only the stench of death and the feeling of being only too little, too late. Though time had passed - much too much for her liking, given her limited means of transportation - the signs of great numbers retreating towards the sea were still visible in the furrows that lined the natural valleyway between the dunes, speaking of whatever forces had caused the sands to swallow the city whole. <br><br>She wasn't exactly attached to the festering mess the city had been. She wasn't invested in its economy, had no interest in its culture, no desire to see it thrive as might someone native to the unnatural walls. The city was as old as she, however, and physically a greater resistance by far. Whatever had done this thing was a source both of great power and of great threat. All three of her tails tucked in underneath her when her ears laid back, concerned over what all this might mean for her. The scent that came on the winds was strange, enchanting but foreboding, even in the wake of hundreds of human feet. It seemed to stir at the edge of her whiskers and make her fur stand up along her ruff. And yet whatever was making her bristle was also frustratingly elusive. <br><br><em>Perhaps I shall follow it to the sea,</em> she thought restlessly, standing in a fluid motion that nevertheless made her wince, the thorn digging into the sand and retaliating in her paw with the resistance. It was not much further, particularly compared to how far she'd already come. With a sigh, she looked back over her shoulder into the jungles. It might not have been her native forests, but at least the foliage could still provide cover. In the desert, she'd be easy pickings for anything that felt the need to come after her. She could easily be spotted. She ought to turn back now. Even if she continued with the appearance of a human, she'd be easier to spot. Possibly even easier to identify, given the trail that led here. And they simply weren't suited for long travel. <br><br>But Kitaka had never been one to prize safety over curiosity. <br><br>Driven by a thirst for knowledge, no matter how trivial, she sighed and started out towards the bulk of the sands, one aching paw in front of the other. Internally, she grumbled, though the only sign of this was the mild grunt that escaped her narrow muzzle and the flare of foxfire that sprang up in her wake, weak beneath the midday sun and snuffing itself out before she'd gotten a few paces beyond. <br><br><hr><br>The light jog was tailor-made for helping her to eat at the miles, putting them firmly behind her as she took towards the seashore. The footprints of the humans strengthened every now and again, then dulled only to rise once more in clear-cut edges where winds and grains had yet to erode them. It made it terribly difficult, given the soft terrain, to figure out how long ago they had left comparative to her arrival. It could not have been so long, given that the last time she'd seen these sands was barely a month past, and the festering cesspool had still been standing. <br><br>Once again limited to traveling on foot, the fox made her way towards the shore at a pace only marginally faster than that of a human, given how every fourth step was a limp. Her trail was left uneven and her appearance disheveled, but she finally came upon the place where her nose and her eyes told her that great numbers had assembled. If she didn't know any better, she would say that whatever was driving - or leading, she supposed, but most likely driving - these people had chased them clear into the sea, and not so long before her arrival. The higher stretches of shoreline still held the prints of scores of feet in shoes and boots alike, lingering in places the higher tides might have already wiped clean had they been present only a day before she had come upon them. <br><br>But there were no bodies in the sea, no sign of the drowned. Were these perhaps enchanted, somehow? Protected? The fox sat in the damp sand at the edge of the water and contemplated. She contemplated and she gnawed, she thought and she chewed, and came to no satisfying conclusion in either case. She was still confounded as to the fate of the city and the numbers who had seemed to have taken it. She was still tormented by the thorn in her paw, that defense of a thistle recently trod and both problems made her first sour and then sleepy. <br><br>It didn't take long, given the sound of the waves lapping at the shore, the sound of the gulls circling high overhead, the shadows of the birds as they passed between sun and sand, sky and surf. She felt the gentle, steady sigh of the whole earth beneath her feet and fur and cursing her nature that she could not follow her quarry, could not track them even if she could. The thoughts ran round in her head until she began to nod off, with hide nor hair of her prey in sight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>16-10-2016, 00:46:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Meeting with good trusted friends and discovering another trusted friend has returned.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina and Jaeger<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>Snow White glanced over towards Belle as they waited for Thumbelina to emerge, her face took on a concerned expression as she observed her friend gazing into a small hand mirror... Snow White knew her friend well enough to know that she was checking up on her husband, Belle was always so worried about Adam.<br>The raven haired young woman made her way over to stand beside Belle, she gently wound an arm around her shoulders, she gave her a warm comforting kind of smile “Everything will turn out all right in the end, hope only dies when we allow it to. In the mean time, lean on me whenever you should need it, my friend”<br><br>Looking over when Thumbelina emerged a moment later, Snow White gave Belle a reassuring smile before she withdrew to approach the fair haired maiden wearing such a giddy expression, it made Snow White quite happy to see such a joyous face when she'd been drowning for so long in such terrible sorrow “You look lovely, Maia, and please... we are friends, you may call me Snow White”<br><br>She was about to approach Thumbelina to embrace her, but she found herself to be quite distracted at the sound of sharp tapping against glass, Snow White turned her face in confusion over towards the large double door window to find a large beautiful golden hawk there “Oh my, look at this, isn't he just gorgeous?”<br>Snow White made her way over to the window and pushed open the doors “Come in, my lovely friend, it is a pleasure to receive such a majestic new face, do you come with something to tell me? Or perhaps just looking for friend?”<br><br>The beautiful bird flew inside then and released a series of squawks and bird-like noises that would make no sense to anyone but herself, her expression as she listened to the hawk turned from amusement to being totally shocked, her face was a fountain of emotion “He... the huntsman... Sebastian is alive?”<br>The bird responds with a couple more squawks before Snow White smiled happily, a lone tear of joy streaking down the right side of her creamy complexioned face “Yes, go forth, my lovely friend, go forth and guide Sebastian to me. Tell him that Snow White is eager to see him again and... tell him to make all haste, Rumpelstiltskin is devious and I am uncertain just how many of his minions lurk about outside the royal city. Now go, fly on swift wings!”<br><br>The stunning creature took to the air once more and soared quickly out the way it came through the window, Snow White turned back to her friends then whom were certainly no doubt very confused “Belle, Maia, do you remember the huntsman I spoke of that saved me from the queen and taught me how to protect myself? I... I thought the queen had him killed, I mean... I know he died, but... the hawk calling himself Jaeger has informed me that the spirits of the earth have brought him back to us, to me... he makes his way here now to join us in our fight”<br><br>Snow White heaved a great sigh that was more of a happy sound than anything else “I cannot believe it, it's just so wonderful... I grieved his loss when the dwarfs brought me news that the huntsman had been killed, I... I was heart broken, he risked so much just for me and he had paid the price for it... but now... it is a miracle...”<br>She made her way over to a lovely crimson brocade chair that sat beside her gilded framed vanity, her legs were starting to quiver a bit beneath under the great emotions, Sebastian's had been one of the few faces from her past she had been certain was lost forever, it had hurt her so much to know that he had died all because he cared too much about her to end her life... but now, the huntsman was returned and he was coming back to Rosalia. Perhaps sometimes the universe did care enough to set terrible wrongs right, at least sometimes.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>16-10-2016, 06:32:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Walking out of the tavern, on his way home, hearing Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>Koschei had no qualms with this man or what he sought out, but there was no telling that the man speaking was conceited, or at the very least, determined to find others to join his cause. Koschei didn't know what to do, hearing the man's words he didn't know if he should go and talk to the man and gain attention from others, or simply stand there.<br><br>But the man was looking for others for his army, an army to conquer each land. Koschei was like this man, from what he had heard from the others around, of "The Dark One" or what they called him, of how he had murdered his family and has killed many others from the attempts on his life.<br><br>He turned away, his eyes watching Rumple for a few moments before he continued on his way, disappearing in a flash thanks to his spell that he had used earlier. He wouldn't engage this man up front in front of hundreds, but if he were confronted instead...well, that was a different story.<br><br>-----<br><br>After a few moments, villagers and small townsfolk began to hastily disperse, wanting to get away from Rumplestiltskin, while others volunteered at the risk of being killed by the man's army. <br><br>"If you want a dark soul for your army, go and find Koschei the Deathless; take him way from our land!" A male villager demanded towards Rumplestiltkin, as others soon began to voice their own opinions on finding and having Rumplestiltkin take Koschei from their homeland. Words and stories of his ruthless murders and killings were told, and even of his supreme magic skills, of how after multiple attempts on his life, no one had dare return alive from confronting his home in the dense woods.<br><br>Only the most desperate of coin and most idiotic of souls dare try to kill Koschei for his family's wealth, and only the most confidant of souls dare try to persuade the man to join them.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>16-10-2016, 15:58:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Koschei's turf<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br>Being sensitive to that sort of thing, Rumplestiltskin sensed when a mage was using magical energy for whatever purpose within his vicinity. He hardly had to ask again when the townspeople shouted the name of his prospective new ally. Koschei the Deathless? Oh, that sounded too good to be true. If he could also master death...well, whether this Koschei was willing to part with that secret or not, Rumple was going to pursue him. Such a title could befit only one who walked down a dark path, just the sort of chap he was looking for in an ally, not a mere underling. Of course he would still be ranked beneath Rumple, but still miles higher than any of his foot soldiers.<br><br>An enchantment spell, designed for transportation. Intriguing. He knew Snow White was in possession of magic mirrors built for that purpose. It would be useful to have a mage with the ability to transport his armies quickly. He held out his arm, feeling the empty space in front of him for the scar left behind by the dimensional shift and found it. Like the tiniest crack of light seeping through the edge of a tightly closed door, he located it and pried it back open, the air temperature fluctuating and light emanating seemingly from nowhere. Wherever Koschei had gone, he was determined to follow, even if it led him on a chase through all four continents.<br><br>"You are all to remain here! Occupy the town, it belongs to me now! When I return if every family has not sworn allegiance to me or fled, I want it burned to the ground!" he ordered. He had no idea how long it would take him on his errand but he assumed it would at least be long enough to have his army bolstered by the addition of the menfolk to his ranks and the spoils of conquest there added to his resources, as poor as this burg may have been.<br><br>The woods he emerged in could hardly be distinguished from day or night, so thick was the cover. Surely this would deter even the most desperate of thieves from approaching what he assumed was Koschei's stronghold. Well, no matter. Rumplestilstkin, being from the hot, dry desert himself, conjured up a fire spirit, a flaming ifrit, a small winged imp with horns and wings of fire. It lit up the darkness and guided its summoner to the only place in the forest that wasn't the result of nature - Koschei's family home.<br><br>Rumplestilskin decided to do the safe thing and not confront Koschei in his own home, as unfamiliar territory would put him at a disadvantage, and surely such a mage would have security measures within his own home that Rumple could not anticipate. He instead amplified his own voice. "Koschei the Deathless! If you are truly as frightening to the peasants as I have been told, then I have a great offer to bestow! Follow me, the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin, and reign glorious over all the lands as our enemies bow the knee and tremble!" he began to laugh at the last bit, just imagining Snow White on her knees right in front of him. Soon enough, he thought contentedly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>18-10-2016, 20:15:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11122/111223989/4756341-zvqkh8x.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent - Monkey Mountain<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Awakening after 500 years, receiving his mission<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Buddha, Kit</strong></div><br>In this magical world, magical things weren't even second nature; they were an intrinsic part of the world itself. So seeing things like people conjuring fireballs, or winds. Or even shapeshifting wasn't that out of the ordinary. Some things seemed to go beyond mere magic however. Some things were beyond all explanation. And 500 years ago, Sun Wukong learned that lesson. Near the end of his climactic battle against the Heavens, the Jade Emperor summoned Buddha (https://i.ytimg.com/vi/fmeADmKhleg/maxresdefault.jpg) himself. The planet sized deity came from his temple to the West, and in his infinite wisdom made a bet with Sun. If he could escape his hand, he would gain his freedom. Taking the challenge, Sun travels to the "end of the world", and claims his victory and territory by marking five pillars. As it turned out, those pillars were Buddha's fingers. And before he could escape, Buddha turned his hand into a mountain, sealing Sun within it. It all seemed to happen in a flash, but where there had only been open space was now a mountain. <br><br>-500 Years Later; Present Day-<br><br>Over the course of 5 centuries, Sun managed to keep his sanity through meditation and trying to find enlightenment, but eventually he felt even that would fail him. Thankfully, this very day he would be freed. As he woke up, he walked around the home Buddha had been kind enough to fashion inside his mountainous prison. It had a bed, a bath, all the amenities of home. He could just never see the sun, or feel the wind and rain on his fur. Or test his might against a worthy opponent ever again. Even his senses which were legendary, were nullified here. He had no idea of the outside world or what had been going on for 500 years. <strong>"Another day. Another day. Another day,"</strong> he muttered to himself as he started to make some tea. <br><br>He expected the 182,500th(exactly 500 years to the day) day of his imprisonment to be the same as the other 182,499. However, that turned out to not be the case. After his tea was brewed to perfection, the Monkey King sat down in his study with a good book. Today he was going to read for a while, train a bit, and take a long hot bath. Those plans changed though when he suddenly felt an immense presence, that caused even him to have the hairs on the back of his neck heckle up in response. A presence that wasn't there at first, but then was suddenly behind him. Calmly, he stood, walked over to the tea pot and poured another cup.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Lord Buddha. I had not expected to see you again so soon. Surely five-hundred years is not long enough for me to have learned the lesson you sought to teach me. And you are one of the few beings as powerful as you are, yet as kind and humble as the meekest of creatures, so you aren't here to gloat...something must be wrong on the outside, hmmmm?"</strong> The God (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/db/13/c5/db13c5c37040fe0f1bf67f28a85ea8e6.jpg) standing behind him nodded slowly, accepting the tea offered with a bow of his head. <strong>"Centuries of imprisonment have done nothing to stifle that inquisitive mind of yours, Great Sage. They have done much for your temper though, it seems."</strong> He chuckled lightly, then took a sip of tea. <br><br><strong>"You are correct, Sun Wukong. A great upheaval has thrown the cosmos out of balance. A sinister evil has broken his shackles, and in doing so gained the ability to command nearly infinite power over the world if he is not stopped. Even now with his power still growing, he is rapidly taking control of the land and it's people. You may have erased your name from the book of life and death, but no one, man or God can rewrite their fate. You are destined to help rid this world of this malevolence. And in doing so, you will truly earn your place in the Heavens. Your imprisonment will also be ended."</strong><br><br>&nbsp;Sun couldn't help but slowly split his lips into a fanged grin as Buddha explained things to him. His freedom, his title, the respect he worked so hard for and so rightly deserved...his destiny. <strong>"Well, if it is a request from Mighty Buddha, how can the Handsome Monkey King say no?"</strong> Gulping his tea down with a single rearing of his head, he threw the cup and plate into the air, then bent completely over at the hip to catch the plate on the flat of his foot, and the cup on the tip of his tail. <br><br><strong>"Release me, oh Great Buddha, and Sun Wukong's return shall announce the end of this great evil you speak of!! OOOO OOO AAAAAH!!"</strong> <strong>"Then your freedom from this prison is granted. However, I must insist on you wearing this,"</strong> Buddha said and materialized a golden headband. <strong>"To keep you in check so to speak. I truly believe you have changed, but one can never be too cautious. Should you deviate from your goal, the pain will be tremendous. I have faith in you though, so hopefully you will never feel it's bite. Good luck, Sun Wukong."</strong> Buddha faded from sight, leaving Sun confused and alone as to why he was still in the mountain.<br><br>&nbsp;And then it began to rumble. He couldn't see outside, but the sky darkened and the Enlightened God returned to his cosmic form rivaling the size of planets. Once again his hand descended on all, yet touched nothing not meant for it. And when the tip of his finger touched the mountaintop, he disappeared and the peak erupted. The mountain called Monkey had spoken; and there was only fire. Like a volcano, molten magma spewed from the top of Monkey Mountain, and from the lava grew a massive creature (http://makeagif.com/i/sBsPxj) roaring in defiance of the universe. <strong>"BUDDHA! TELL ME THE NAME OF MY OPPONENT!!"</strong> <br><br><strong>"Rumplestiltskin"</strong> And then all presence of him was gone.<br><br><br>Roaring again, Sun beat his chest as lava flowed around him. Eventually the eruption subsided, as did his temper. Shrinking back down to his usual size he whistled loudly, summoning a patch of cloud from above to come down and serve as his mount. Hopping onto it when it came to float next to him, he flew off in search of someone or something to inform him more of the state of the world. He had been gone for far too long it seemed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 06:01:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Contemplations, planning<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Citizens of Rosalia (M), Rumple (M), Goblin servants (NPC), OPEN</div><br>"With such ease we seem to deceive ourselves..."<br><br>The single musing spilled from the lips of the malevolent redhead the word-over knew only as Maleficent. The fae had gone through quite a few changes over the years. From being a black-haired beauty, to a green-skinned abomination, she now did not look like the creature which had struck fear into the hearts of humans for generations over.<br><br>Lounging in the small main hall of her little abode, Maleficent seemed more to be talking to herself. Certainly, the few goblin servants which scuttled about didn't dare interrupt her by asking questions. Enough had died by being foolish enough. No, Maleficent spoke to herself, and everyone knew not to interrupt their Mistress' musings. The cataclysm which had occurred so recently had not even left her unfazed. A shift in the Weave of magic heralded a change...something happened, and it was enough that even the typically isolated, self-proclaimed "Fae Queen" was curious to find out what.<br><br>It wouldn't be difficult to find out. Almost lazily, the languid form rose up to her full height of five-foot ten-inches. Heels clicked upon the stones of the floor, echoing in the main hall as she approached the one other real piece of furniture...aside from her chair, of course. The crystal ball rested upon a pedestal of obsidian, a stark contrast to the normal clear-white quartz that it was. Raising a hand over the crystal ball, she spoke again, her voice seeming to carry an other-worldly power. "Show me what has happened to these lands..."<br><br>The crystal ball shimmered, and began to flicker. For a moment, it seemed to just swirl, before finally showing shapes. Great armies, poised at each others throats. Warriors warring against each other...it almost bored her. And then....the arrival of the Djinn. Maleficent knew the creatures race as soon as it appeared. A slender brow arched as she watched the armies poised against him destroyed by his power. She looked amused, and waved the images away.<br><br>"So....a new player come for a conquest. How....intruiging." It was something to ponder, of course. Mostly, she wondered how it would affect her, and the woods that she called home. For a shimmering moment, there was a wonder on how the people of the city of Rosalia....where Queen Snow White and her human vermin resided...would respond to this. However, the mere thought of the humans was enough to make Maleficent blanche, and snort as she walked away. They could rot for all she cared. In fact, she hoped they would. <br><br>The very thought of it brought an almost cruel smile to her lips. Surely one side or the other would eventually come to her. Would the humans truly be so foolish as to approach her? Would they ask for help....and would she actually consider it? If she did, it could be pretty much guaranteed that the price for her assistance would be exceptionally steep. And what of this Djinn? Even Maleficent had heard of him. Rumplestiltskin. If he thought himself immune to crossing through HER lands, he would be sorely mistaken. But...if he offered to rid the forest of the blight that was humanity? <br><br>Decisions decisions. Maleficent would certainly have to ponder upon it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 06:58:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Seashore headed towards the din of the eruption<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, grumbling, plotting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>The noise was unbearable. <br><br>After the brief nap, Kit was startled awake by the rumbling of the ground, the feeling of upheaval, the general sensation of unease. Her tails twitched behind her, one at a time reacting to her heightened confusion as her dreams began to crumble from the edge of her consciousness. She'd dreamed of ancient battles and the memories they brought with them, unable in her unconscious mind to differentiate between those of which she'd heard and those which she'd witnessed. Her mind was still in the process of picking apart those details as she'd been startled awake, leaving her groggy and shocked in the moment. <br><br>As such, it took her several of them in order to realize what she was seeing on the horizon. Far in the distance, at the place where the lone mountain stood, the nearby clouds were painted with streaks of red and broken by a black column. For a moment, she was stunned. One did not rise to nearly four hundred years in age in this land without recognizing the telltale signs of a volcano. But she would never have guessed there were a volcano in that area to begin with. There was only the one mount, which left her puzzled. <br><br>Curiously, she started forward, stumbling slightly when the pain in her paw - which had added a slight bruised feeling to itself just for fun - throbbed back to life, having been held relatively motionless while she'd slept. Now it returned with a vengeance of time that had passed while she was lost to dreams. There was a whimper, of course, but even Kit could not wallow forever. Not over a thorn, at least. She tried one more time to dislodge the damned thing before she gave up on it. <br><br>Again she started forward, finally feeling at last as though she'd come to a point where she understood the world again, shedding the last cobwebs of her dream. The details fitted themselves back in place, both the ludicrous and the recollections and just as she thought herself safe....<br><br>Monkey Mountain. <br><br>The mountain that had erupted, the volcano that had been hidden from her, that was the direction from which it had come because that was indeed the mountain that had exploded. It had to be. Monkey Mountain, the legendary prison of the Monkey King, the greatest of all heroes. Legend told of the wise and patient Buddha who had trapped the Monkey King by turning the king's own arrogance against him. It was precisely the sort of thing she might have done, and felt almost proud to know that the great Buddha himself employed the same tricks she had. In her dreams, she had fought in many great battles with many great figures, but the Monkey King? <br><br>Myth spoke of his great strength and speed and cleverness. If there was anyone who could get her over the waters to chase down this procession of great numbers, it would be him. <br><br>Her gait picked up slightly, settling into the long jog designed to eat away the miles between where she'd stood and the place where Monkey Mountain stood belching into the sky. Even the thorn in her paw seemed less irritating now. She had a plan. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 08:23:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Listening to Rumplestiltskin's Speech<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>The forest was dark, and dense with trees and wood that would surely get anyone lost; for Rumplestiltskin, however, it was no problem. Koschei could immediately feel the man's presence, knowing that he wasn't simply all talk, that he actually had some sot of magical ability. He could feel it, an invisible presence that gave off the magical energy that they both secreted; they were both magic users, on different levels however. <br><br>"What exactly would I be to such a cause?" Koschei's voice echoed with an English accent, deep and muffled from being covered by his mask (https://img0.etsystatic.com/016/1/7740874/il_340x270.458233598_jmyy.jpg) that he wore for others to not see his face, especially people that sought after him for their own purpose; he had come across instances where travelers from other continent couldn't understand his words due to his accent, that being said, learning the rather common english accent was always useful. Face covered by his mask, a long black cloak that covered the suit he wore, he hid in the shadows, his wand settled in his hand as he stood nearby a tree near his home, the fog covering his figure as he watched the man, and his men.<br><br>"Simply a lackey. A servant to fill a purpose only to be disposed of once I've been useful." Koschei didn't know why this man wanted him so badly, but he wasn't sure that he wanted to join his cause. Yet for some reason, he almost felt compelled to join this man, Rumplestiltskin, like he belonged with the likes of him and his army. <br><br>Being taught how to use dark magic by his parents, it was no wonder why he was sure that people wold want his knowledge. Especially now, with this man wanting to rule all of the kingdoms, it seemed he needed strong people to join him.<br><br>Was Koschei strong? Yes, in magic and strength. While the town spoke of how he was an old and feeble wizard, losing his mind and simply murdering to enjoy, Koschei was the actual complete opposite. Young, handsome, with skill in magic to spare, he was nothing like what the rumors had said of him.<br><br>Whatever this man wanted, Koschei was unsure if he wanted to be any part of it.<br><br>It seemed this Rumplestiltskin wished to use Koschei's abilities like his parents had wanted him to; was being used all he was good for?</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>19-10-2016, 15:49:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province, Koschei's home<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br>The man struck an imposing figure. His magic aura was one to be reckoned with, truly. Rumplestiltskin held his palm facing forward and almost magnetically attracted the mask from off of Koschei's face. He admired the craftsmanship; truly, this chap was the sort who enjoyed the finer things in life. "A mask of the face of a dead man...odd, considering your moniker. You are known as the Deathless, though not as a bringer of death. That is quite considerate, actually, since that is what I will soon be known as throughout the world." he grinned.<br><br>"It's not quite the same, is it? Learning magic as opposed to being born with it. Yes, I can tell. There's a sign we innately gifted can pick up on from those that haven't been born with power as great as they wield as adults, or those that have to spend half their lives learning how to draw upon mystical forces. You don't seem the ambitious type; why have gone through all that trouble to learn this and not throw your weight around? So I think this may have been something you did not do yourself. You are young; was this at the behest of a relative? Someone too lazy or feeble-minded to go through it themselves and yet wishing for the power it would put in their possession? I can see that worked a bit differently than they anticipated. I can smell the blood, too." he took in a deep breath through his nose, his eyes closed, a look of relish on his face, and then he shuddered with ecstatic delight. "You may not have always had this darkness, but you've taken lives, the lives of those you were close to. You used your gifts to do it. You are the definition of a dark wizard. You haven't come to accept this, have you?" Rumplestiltskin raised an inquisitive eyebrow.<br><br>"So you may bid goodbye to ever living a normal life. Ever finding a person to care, rather than fear you. Drowning in your own guilt, isolating yourself to avoid any further judgments. Rather sad, isn't it? A life spent doing something you had no choice in, and for so little reward that even the power it granted you seems of little consolation. Even an immortal life would be no better off...it would be eternal torment, would it not?" Rumple was very, very good at manipulating others to agree with him. It all came down to an incredibly deep understanding of human psychology. Centuries of base, greedy masters had given him that experience.<br><br>"Well I say, bollocks to those pathetic chattel! Guilt is for the weak, and you are no weakling! You should be standing tall, commanding that if murder is a crime, then you are exempt from consideration. Who's going to argue with you? Hm? I certainly wouldn't, and I have the power to do something about it if I choose. Cast off your shackles, you are better than this! Better than them! Why care for their petty judgments? Join me. Laugh at them as they cower, embrace your inner darkness, and never feel that you are alone in this world again." he held out his hand. "You need a kindred spirit, and you've found one. You may live your life as though you've been cursed and in misery for as long as you remain, or enjoy the sweetest fruits life has to offer. It's not a difficult choice, lad. You're not foolish. You know what the right answer is."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>21-10-2016, 14:11:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fc/80/4c/fc804c398870e7ed8dfeb77fad0e5565.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent - Monkey Mountain heading toward the shore<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Beginning a "Journey to the West"<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kit</strong></div><br>The Monkey King possessed two true homes. Mt. Huago was where he was born and now his Kingdom, while the Heavens were his adopted home. But Monkey Mountain had been his prison <em>and</em> home for the past 5 centuries. So despite the speed at which his cloud carried him away from the cooling volcano, it was harder than it looked for him to just leave. He had a mission though, and completing that mission would gain him his freedom, and save the world in the process.<br><br>&nbsp;That was a win-win if he'd ever saw one, and there was no reason not to give this his full undivided attention. Which mean, Sun started to pity the Djinn. His power seemed to be true if Buddha's concerns were anything to go by. But Sun Wukong was a force of nature, and having him directly against you was not a good thing. He would bring his full might, physical, mental, magical, and military to bear against the evil wish master. He would bring him to his knees. <br><br>And when he lay defeated, Sun would seal him away forever, ridding the world of his evil and gaining his place not only in history, but in the universe. With nothing to do at the moment but sit and wait until he ran into someone who could help him comprehend what kind of world he returned to, Sun flickered his fingers back and forth on both hands for a few seconds. Golden energy responded to the movements and began dancing around his fingers, until finally a perfectly shaped peach simply materialized from thin air.<br><br>&nbsp;<strong>"Mmmm, lunch."</strong> With a playful noise, he bit into the painfully sweet fruit, humming with delightful joy at the taste he'd been denied for 500 years. The food in his mountain wasn't bad, it was just...boring. It took no time at all for him to leave nothing but the peach pit; and then he placed that between his powerful teeth. As he was about to bite down, an idea struck him, and instead of shattering the pit and savoring the last of the fruit...he tossed it into the sand. A few magic words and a raincloud formed above him. In a few hours, that very spot would be an oasis with it's very own peach tree. Too bad he couldn't stay around to admire his handiwork though.<br><br>&nbsp;The Monkey King giggled like a school girl at the first good deed he'd done since his release. And now he had to move on to more, more important ones. Sniffing the air, a scent breezed through his nostrils. The smell of a fox, but...there was something <em>more</em>. Did he also smell, Foxfire? Ever creature had a unique scent, and the fox demon's had their own brand of fire magic, which radiated off of them like an aura. A kitsune!! Surely a trickster would know what was going on. It only took a few seconds for Sun to make the decision to seek this creature out, so he commanded his cloud to follow the aura. He would find her soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>22-10-2016, 06:38:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/d0/e4/5dd0e428986c29dfcab75e2418aa0cae.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sebastian, The Huntsman <br><strong>Wearing:</strong> The Big bad's pelt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Moving to meet with the princess's<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Snow, Thumbalina, Belle<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Sweat poured from his body, sweet perspiration that let him know he was alive once more, the air rushing past his racing form cooling his skin as he rushed through the fields. His lungs gulped down air to foul his knew form and his legs started to ache. He loved and treasured every sensation, though he had his form while dead, he felt nothing while he was with the hunt save for the thrill of it. To have life and body once more was more then he could have ever hoped for, and it was a body fit to survive, blessed by the gods of the wild. The wind change and the smell of civilization reached his nose: Bread baking, sweat form the workers, perfumes, the smell of draft animals and a hundred other scents that were crisp and sharp. He could stand there all day and pick out a scent to follow to its source, but he had someone to meet.<br><br>As the Huntsman entered the town he slowed his frantic run to a walk, letting his pounding heart slow before the rush he felt at life forced it to burst in his chest. Everywhere he walked heads turned and whispers could be heard by his perfect ears, if he wanted he could pick out where and from whom they were coming from. Looking towards the sky the man dressed only in a wolfs pelt form the waist down spotted his avian companion, the eagles Golden feathers almost shining like their namesake in the light of the sun.Though he did not hear his companion, did not speak to him, he knew that Snow had gotten his message and that she was expecting him. He followed Jeager through the streets of kordes, until he caught the one scent he was looking for since he awoke from death.<br><br>Snows scent stopped him in his tracks, so crisp, so pure, like fresh winter powder and lilacs all at once. he let himself be wrapped in that scent, closed his eyes and memorized every bit of it he could before he smiled and started following his nose towards the castle. Jeager circled above him, guiding him down backstreets where they could shorten the time it would take to reach the castle, Sebastians pace quickened as the scent got stronger until he was standing at the gate of the castle. The doors left open and stewards awaiting him. This whole place smelled of her, that pure scent that dominated all. As he was lead through the corridors his sharp eyes spotted the dwarves that had protected her for so long, it warmed his heart&nbsp; to see they were still by her side.<br><br>Two other scents came to the forefront as he approached the throne room, both feminine, one smelled of fur and old books, the other of forest flowers and large trees. His pondering of the scents was washed from his mind as the doors opened and Snow was revealed to him once more. Stepping forward into the room he gave a bow.<strong> "Queen Snow, I have come to help you."</strong> he said, doing his best to keep formal in front of Belle and Thumbalina, who he knew as the source for the other scents only.So there it was, The huntsman standing in the throne room, body still slick with residual perspiration and clad only in the dark pelt of the Big bad wolf wrapped around his waist and legs. Though his face shown a smile, a kind twinkle in his eye.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>23-10-2016, 04:53:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Seashore headed towards the din of the eruption<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Traveling, grumbling, plotting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br><div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>At first, everything seemed ready for the long journey inland. The volcano stood as a beacon, beckoning her onward and taunting her with all the half-remembered mythos of the creature she sought. She remembered flashes of legends, from those which would have the world believe in feats of strength and skill that couldn't be physically matched, jumping miles in a single bound, flying on clouds and carrying a stick that weighed as much as a building. Didn't matter to her how large the building, the point was that it simply couldn't be true. <br><br>Still, every myth, every legend had a basis in truth, and whatever the truth ended up being, it was a damned sight better than standing at the edge of the water and hoping she'd somehow come face-to-face with a man-monkey. After all, this world in which she lived made it difficult not to put at least some thought before drawing the line between truth and tale. And if they were, to a one, all true, then so much the better for her. She tried to recall them as she ran. <br><br>Defeated an army of a hundred thousand single-handed. <em>Ow.</em><br>Jump twenty thousand kilometers in a single somersault. <em>Ow.</em><br>Seventy shapes he can take with relative ease. <em>Ow.</em><br><em>Maybe he can get this damned thorn from my paw, for fu-</em> Foxfire flamed all around the little ball of frustration and pain, flaring on the desert sands as she suddenly threw herself to the ground and jammed her teeth around her paw. The pain was driving her mad, not with the intensity but the constant, ever-present nature of the irritant. She whimpered her pain as she gnawed, driving herself into despair as she pushed herself closer to the edge of insanity by shoving the thorn deeper between the pads. <br><br>She considered, briefly, switching her forms, but knew that there would be no use to it as of yet. She could only imagine the disaster she would have to dig out of her hand when she came able to use tools and thus forcibly foiled by the circumstances of her change. From the position of the thorn now, giving herself an opposable thumb would only guarantee that the thing was driven beneath the flesh as a splinter. From the side of it, the thing would be very thin and almost impossible to dig free without causing more damage than it was worth. She would have to severely gouge the flesh. <br><br>She had similar experiences in her past, when switching from one form to another might have seemed much the easier route, and on more than one occasion, she took up that belief wholeheartedly. But with age came a measure of wisdom, namely that villages were a bad place for a woman to become a vixen, children were best befriended by animals, a hunter could never be trusted, a good deed never goes unpunished and a myriad of other struggles that had carved Kit from the identity she`d had a birth. For generations, now, the people of this world had looked to her for advice, failed to heed her words and attempted to kill her in turn for them. Most blamed her for the way their lives went when they were incapable of looking at a problem from more than one vantage point, and her nature being what it was, most saw her as Yako Kitsune, worthy of exile. Even those who swore to recall her good deeds eventually gave her no mind as her days lingered on, even going so far as to drive her away. <br><br>Those she trusted tended to hire hunters and warriors and scholars alike for their expertise in trapping the Kitsune, leaving Kitori with a desperate need to be anywhere that people weren't around. Trust was hard to earn, easy to break and the pattern was supposed to be that it left those who broke with her in remorse. Generally speaking, they eventually did, but also not generally because of anything she did. Her warnings unheeded were meant for the benefit of people who had already betrayed her, and yet, when it came time to dole out punishment, words of warning were often seen as the precursor for intent. <br><br>Frustration welled up in the vixen, causing her to snarl, her tails to writhe as the rest of her squirmed in the sand, grunting and growling and sending spires of the foxfire spiraling up into the air from the place where she sat, defeated by thistles many leagues away. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>23-10-2016, 08:03:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Listening to Rumplestiltskin's Speech<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>The sudden removal of Koschei's mask didn't faze the man in the slightest, even as internally it angered him. This man, Rumplestiltskin, was telling him that he was going to be the greatest ruler, wanting to be Deathless like what the townspeople had been calling Koschei. You would think such a person with so much to boast about would have manners, no?<br><br>"I assumed a man of your moniker would be more polite, to ask to show one's face rather then force them; it seemed I was wrong." Koschei still watched him however, as he could see Rumplestiltskin examine his mask, before he began to speak to him, on a much deeper level. He was watching him, reading him like he was a book, trying to get Koschei all figured out about who he was and why he did what he did. Koschei knew this type of man, the way they worked. They all thought they were so smart, so confidant, being able to read a person by simply looking at them. However, he couldn't help but let the man continue to speak, hearing his words.<br><br>Some of his words did even ring through Kochei. Why dd he do these things, kill others for simply nothing, no reward out of doing such a deed? Was he doomed to stay closed off in his Family' Manor, still living under their shadow?<br><br>In an instant Koschei's wand was in his hand, the tip of the weapon pointed towards Rumplestiltskin; if the man was so smart, he would know what kind of instrument it was, what t could do in the right hands.<br><br>"You want me to follow you, and use my powers for your own selfish reasons," he couldn't help but give a frown at the thought that came to him, "just like my parents." He could already tell that this man and his parents had many similarities between them; wanting to use his powers, using manipulative tactics to get him to submit. <br><br>It was history repeating itself, all over again.<br><br>Koschei's ocean blue eyes stared back at the man, his wand still pointed towards him, before ha gave a quick breath.<br><br><em>"Accio Mask."</em> Giving a spell in a quick, commanding tone, the mask that Rumplestiltskin had in his grasp flew out of it in an instant, and back into Koscheis; a rather useful spell that let Koschei have items, or even people, come to him at will, as long as they were in range of his magic. Glancing away from Rumplestiltskin, he glanced down towards his mask, the molded piece of metal staring back at him like death itself. It was a constant reminder of what he was, a bringer of death, someone that could never be brought to the light. <br><br>He didn't have much of a choice, did he? This man knew of Koschei's feats and abilities, and despite the man's selfishness, what other options did Koschei have, other then to rot in his Family's home...<br><br>His gaze turned back towards Rumple, the fog thick around them. <br><br>"My answer isn't a definitive one. I'll join you, for now." He slipped his mask into his cloak pocket for the time being, his hand coming to pull his cloak's hood down to reveal his face fully, youthful and handsome; his appearance was quite contradictory of the tales and rumors of the townspeople that told them. "You reasons, Sir Rumplestiltskin, are selfish...but who am I to judge your ambitions." </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>23-10-2016, 19:14:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province, Koschei's home<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br>Rumplestiltskin laughed and clapped his hands admiringly when Koschei forcibly took back his mask. Apparently the necessity of incantations was necessary for at least some of his power to be used. Good to know. If he ever got out of line it might be simply a matter of sealing his lips in order to remove a great deal of his potential as a threat. "As impressive as I would expect from one that inspires fear in the people around them." he nodded his approval.<br><br>"You are entitled to your own judgments, of course. Surely the humble peasants that cower in fear at the sound of our names are welcome to judge us as beings to be feared, hm? I'm merely suggesting you exercise the freedom you possess, thanks to the power you wield. Why should you hide yourself, hold yourself back, live in shame? I cannot imagine a more miserable life...except perhaps that of being born with the powers of the cosmos at your fingertips, and only being able to use any of it when some lowly worm asks you for something." he sneered at the admission of his own humility of his origin.<br><br>"You'll see how right I am once you taste the fruits of power. Come; a great destiny awaits us." he did a light tap-dance and a twirl just to show he had a lighter side, or perhaps to indicate he was a little bit mad and that Koschei would do well to keep on his toes. "Have you ever visited the other continents? I understand the landscape is rather lovely. Broadening your horizons might cheer you up some, friend. But first, we must make further North for a small errand. I understand there are some wicked trolls being bothered by that pesky sun...I'm thinking I can offer them free reign during both day and night if they fall in line with my agenda. You may enjoy intimidating them. Imagine the rush of holding an eight-foot behemoth under your thumb and watching his friends all trembling." he grinned.<br><br>"Ah, where's my mind today, eh? I nearly forgot, there's the slight formality of entering into my enclave. I do require that my followers and allies agree not to stab me in the back. Or in the front, but nobody's ever had the fortitude to try that. Just that you'll follow any direct order given, and not be swayed by the pleas of those we conquer or slay. In return, I shall agree that, in your case, you may voluntarily walk away from this arrangement at any time without any retaliation on my part, or on the part of any of my vassals. Provided, of course, that you make a formal declaration of such intentions. Shall we shake on it, brother?" he extended his hand, tilting his head so as to have the effect of his unnervingly toothy smile increase even more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessAriel</strong> on <strong>23-10-2016, 22:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz320/PointlessScars/belle2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Belle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Rosalia <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Following<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thumbalina, Snow, The Huntsman, Open<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Belle waited around, she wasn't necessarily feeling uncomfortable, just unsure as to what was going on and really how to react. She spotted the bird, unsure as to what the bird was saying, until Queen uttered a name, the one name that she knew Belle would respond to so very emotionally. "The Huntsman," She whispered, "Sebastian?" The name sparked memory of Snow's story. The man had saved Snow really, he had given up his life, he had died, yet he was back? Belle looked confused, she watched Snow carefully as the woman finished talking to the bird, telling it to bring Sebastian here. Belle would get to meet Sebastian? At long last, the man who brought so much emotion to bubble up inside of Snow. <br><br>Spirits brought Sebastian back to life? She supposed Belle wasn't surprised, so many odd things happened in this world, was it any surprise that certain people could not stay dead? Belle followed Snow, but she did not sit anywhere, she remained standing, leaning against a wall instead. She was far too nervous to be sitting down, far too uncertain of their predicament. Would she make it back to her Beast? She gave a sigh as she tried calming the swirling mess that was her stomach at the moment. <br><br>She smelled the man before he came into view, before the others knew. Her gaze darted to Snow; he smelled so very odd, it was so unique that she knew who it must be. The Huntsman. She looked to the doorway, waiting to see him enter and when he did, she gave him a simple nod and a smile. The man was definitely attractive, he seemed strong, he seemed kind. Belle crossed her arms and watched him; it was funny how much Belle herself had changed since the failing of her and Adam breaking his curse. She had become much harder of a person since her change and honestly, could anyone blame her? All of her senses were different, more intense, more painful to get use to. "Nice to meet you," Belle spoke from her spot near Snow, though quietly so her voice wasn't as gravelly as usual. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>24-10-2016, 05:06:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Contemplations, planning<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Belle, Snow, Thumbelina, Sebastian</div><br>Maleficent wasn't foolish. She didn't spend her entire life without learning from the mistakes that had cost her so dearly. When one loses their wings, and their home, and their friends...one tends to get a rather suspicious air about them, after all. Still, as much as the Fae wished it, she could not just ignore the fact that she needed information. It was power, after all. <br><br>The Djinn would come to her, that much she was certain of. If he wished to strengthen his power base in her part of the world, it would be foolish not to. And as much as she hated to admit it....the human city of Rosalia could not be ignored. Would they plot to destroy her? It wouldn't be the first time...and Maleficent didn't dare underestimate them. Of course, they didn't dare underestimate her either. It was what caused the two factions to live in a strained harmony, after all.<br><br>The decision was made then. Maleficent needed to know what the human queen knew. What her allies were aware of. It was time....time to make a visit.<br><br>Donned in her black regalia, the red headed face made her way through the castle, and up to the towers. Coming out to the ledge, she allowed her form to shift. Before the eyes of goblin servant (who quickly ran in mortal terror), the face changed from that of a volumptuous woman, into the form of a terrifying black dragon. Green eyes flashed, and a mighty roar pierced the air as Maleficent took flight, her large, leathery wings beating firmly, allowing her to gain traction into the wind stream.<br><br>There was a strange thrill one got from flying. A freedom from the ground, allowing you to move, defying gravitys very existence. It was something Maleficent loved...and missed dearly now that her wings were gone from her human form. At least in this form...the draconic one...she could cover distance in half the time. She would make it to Rosalia in no time at all.<br><br>And it was true...she didn't take much time. Her presence would be well-heralded, as another roar just outside the city announced her arrival. Perhaps a little twisted...but Maleficent did get such a thrill from the populace being so fearful of her. Of course, she was too tall and massive to actually LAND in the city, but a flare for the theatrical was just what the doctor ordered.<br><br>The dive would begin from a thousand feet in the air. Shooting down into the city, the dragon seemed ready to dive for the city proper. However, at three-hundred feet, her form began to change. A black mist formed and swirled, shrinking e massive dragon as it continued its descent. It seemed to crash into the city street in a circle no more than eight-feet wide. From their, Maleficents form became corporeal once again. Crimson locks flowed about her, and she even allowed her horns to be seen. Green eyes gave a glow, full lips drawing into a sneer.<br><br>Her landing had placed her just outside the castle. While many of the guards knew better than to stand in her way, Maleficent was sure there would be one who would try and stop her. Still, she approached without an intent to stop, her voice ringing out. "Snow White! Make your presence known!"<br><br>Just as predicted, a single guard stepped forward to block her path. A brow arched...the man was grave. But so foolish. Did he have a death wish? And did Maleficent want a fight so early? Perhaps she would give him a chance so few got. She gazed upon him, taking in the features...a faceless minion. "Move"<br><br>"The Queen is busy...you will come back another time." The guard didn't seem aware of the danger he put himself in. It would have been cute...if Maleficent didn't have things to get done. <br><br>She wouldn't argue with someone who held no real power. And so a hand lifted. Fingers spread slightly, she would wave to her left. As if caught in a fierce breeze, the guard flew to the left, crashing hard into the nearest wall before sliding down the stone and onto the floor, crumpled in a motionless heap. The face didn't even look to see if the man lived, just continued on into the castle. It was time to get information.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>25-10-2016, 21:54:30</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Western Continent/ Rosalia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Wavering excitement and flurry of emotions, Casual conversation<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White, Belle, Huntsman<br><br>Pausing in the giddy contentment of twirling the layered skirt about herself Thumbelina had been quite taken with the almost magical flow of the gown to think of her actions as anything more than flighty innocence, the smallest of gestures truly warming her damaged heart as Snow White's kindness brought a rare beam of light to the maiden. The sooner she caught herself however the better as the once soon to be crowned fairy princess felt her features darken in an shameful blush once more, Thumbelina's form straightening as she steeled her efforts before she cleared her throat quietly."Forgive me Qu-I mean...Snow White...I thank you for the wonderful gown, it truly is quite an honor."the maiden cooed sweetly, flashing an sheepish and nervous expression before silently scolding herself for her demeanor. This was no time to be so overjoyed and carefree not when there were others who were under the chaotic torture of the enemy so near, not when there had already been so much loss and grief, her own future having been stolen right before her eyes as it was a grim but needed reminder to steel herself once more.What improper actions Thumbelina had displayed however was thankfully overshadowed by the entrance of another creature who would take priority, the entrance of the elegant hawk raising some curiosity from the fairy maiden as she gave a soft blink before remaining silent.Unlike the Queen Thumbelina herself was not as gifted in speaking with the wild of animals given it was truly an art she had only barely managed herself, the golden haired maiden more adapt in not freely speaking with nature itself but rather listening and giving them a voice themselves. The oak trees had so much history having been alive longer than man had roamed the earth, every blooming flower singing such sweet melodies of their promising innocence, the whistling meadows telling solemn and ancient words of wisdom with their harvest each fall; Thumbelina was their voice for those who could not speak as to see Snow White effortlessly conversate with the living creatures in a similar way warmed her heart.<br><br>What Thumbelina did not expect was to see their Queen in such a fluster of emotions, the serene expression of Snow's features twisting in a sign of disbelief and awe in such a short amount of time that the maiden feared the hawk carried sobering news. For a brief moment the maiden yearned to rush to Snow's side in any sort of comforting touch or gesture she could provide, anything given the seemingly astonishing news she had been told, though just as quickly Snow White found it in herself to reveal the information to her fellow friends, and news it was. There had been whispers and murmurs from the olden oaks that a being had been brought back from the gates of death and had life breathed within once more, truly a spectacle of sorts that was not as common as one would think even in the magical realm of their reality. Only the man of the moon had the power to give life to those who had been made from nothing itself, a common trait Thumbelina herself shared despite it's knowledge being held between both herself and the widow all those years ago, though it would seem another presence in the universe itself had given it's condolences with that of the huntsman. <br><br>While Thumbelina only knew of the huntsman from what she had been told by Queen Snow, the maiden was aware of just how heartbroken Snow had been upon news of his passing, her grief felt throughout as it was yet another unneeded bout of sorrow for the kingdom to bare, much less for the queen herself. Crossing over silently Thumbelina gently placed a dainty hand upon Snow's shoulder, an sweetened smile gracing across her silken pout as she cooed."Truly this is something to celebrate Snow. The heavens themselves have given us an loyal ally that will make victory nothing short of possible for us."she hummed gently, the swinging hands of the balance seemingly being tipped in their direction.<br><br>No sooner had she spoken did the heavy throw of the doors part to reveal the famed huntsman who had returned at last, his body speaking of the forest and earth itself as it sent a vibration of knowledge to sweep across Thumbelina's features although briefly. Offering a soft bow in return she pardoned herself to stand next to Belle, after all she did not want to be in the way for the emotional reuniting of the two characters who shared too much history.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 05:48:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Listening to Rumplestiltskin's Speech, Making a deal<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>Rumplestiltskin, he was someone to definitely watch out for. Koschei could tell that this man just wanted power, to rule over others, and he'd do anything to get it. He had already begun recruiting others, and here he was, with Koschei as his next ally. Glancing towards the man, Koschei settled the mask back onto his face, seemingly being something that he had grown accustomed to.<br><br>"Intimidation." It wasn't a question, simply a statement, as Koschei repeated what Rumplestiltskin was talking to him about. Yes, he would need more followers, more for his Army to fight against the rebellion that was already conspiring against his wishes. It seemed Koschei would be busier then he thought, but then again, anything was better than staying in his home, reminiscing of his horrible past. Glancing towards Rumplestiltkin's hand, which he had held out for Koschei to shake after promising to stay loyal to the man, to follow his every command, Koschei brought out his own leather gloved hand, slowly.<br><br>"...It's a deal." He grasped the own man's firm hand, giving a light shake before he pulled away; he was apart of something new now, and much more dangerous then he could ever imagine.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>27-10-2016, 16:51:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Meeting with good trusted friends<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina and Sebastian<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>For Snow White, the moment the huntsman had walked into the room... everything else faded away and happy unshed tears misted beneath her eyes, after everything that had been taken from her from her past... someone came back...<br>How often did one look to the skies and ask why all the loss and devastation in their lives had happened, why they had to lose so many precious loved ones, so many treasured friends... and even rarer, how often did you ever get those friends back?<br><br>She glanced over at Maia's face as she gently touched Snow White's shoulder and spoke, Snow White offered her friend a warm loving smile before she walked forward towards Sebastian... a feminine hand reached out and touched the side of his face, the familiar feeling of his facial hair meeting her flesh... a soft happy chuckle escaped her as a single tear glided down the right side of her face “It really is you...”<br>In those moments, she was not squashed into the role of the proud defiant queen, but rather an emotional young woman being faced with a dear precious friend returned to her... the raven haired beauty threw herself into Sebastian's arms as she wrapped hers around his shoulders and buried her face into his neck “I thought I'd never see you again! I... they told me my step mother had you executed and... I thought you were gone forever! My dear friend, you are more than welcomed here!”<br><br>Composing herself a little now as she slightly withdrew, though she couldn't refrain from touching his face, it was still so surreal that he was really here and back by her side, she was almost terrified this was going to be just a hopeful dream and she'd wake up to discover Sebastian really wasn't back with her... it would be like losing him all over again. Such a painful thought.<br>“I still keep the daggers you gave me with me” Snow White murmured after a few moments of silence “They are secured to my thighs... I... I've kept up with training and practicing with them, every day... just like you instructed me... Oh Sebastian... I really am so happy you are back... Though there are... factors I should inform you of about Rumpelstiltskin that... well, that I am not too fond of speaking of, but, you really ought to know... though, I'd rather discuss it when we are alone... like I said, it's... rather uncomfortable to talk about...”<br><br>She knew Sebastian would want to know about Rumpelstiltskin's lustful obsession with her, how the former Djinn had dogged her relentlessly ever since she was in the cursed sleep of the poison apple and now intended to claim her as his beautiful trophy bride to stand beside him when he ruled over their world... at least, he thought he was going to rule, Snow White would fight to her last breath before that would become reality.<br>Catching her lower lip between her teeth, Snow White glanced back at her two dear female friends... she had wanted to keep this information to herself in shame, but... it wasn't her fault if Rumpelstiltskin didn't know when no meant no, right? Surely they would have her back all the way, she was just being ridiculous and silly in her cautiousness, Maia and Belle were the most trustworthy people she knew.<br><br>She turned to look back at Sebastian “You know, on second thought, there is no one is this one that I do not trust completely with my very life, so... one part of all this that I haven't been exactly vocal about is the fact that... if Rumpelstiltskin should succeed, perhaps even before if I am not careful, he intends to capture me and force me to marry him, he says the 'perfect king' deserves only the most beautiful and perfectly perfect queen at his side... his way of putting it, not mine. I kept quiet about it not only because it's utterly embarrassing, but... I was worried I would intentionally be kept away from the action... I will not be held back, I want to protect the innocents that Rumpelstiltskin threatens. I just... I remember how I could never hide secrets from you before, so... you'd know eventually anyway that something was bothering me and you'd just make me tell you, so why not get it out of the way. So yes, I too am a piece of this wicked chess board that Rumpelstiltskin tries so brazenly to stomp across”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>29-10-2016, 00:31:30</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/fc/80/4c/fc804c398870e7ed8dfeb77fad0e5565.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent - Monkey Mountain heading toward the shore<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Beginning a "Journey to the West"<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kit</strong></div><br>The mostly barren countryside sped by Sun's eyes in what would be a blur for many others, but the Monkey King relaxed and enjoyed the scenery as his golden cloud streaked along, leaving a glittering golden trail in it's wake. On his way he passed many things that were strange and wondrous to him. Despite his immortality, 500 years was a long time and it didn't take much for him to realize the world had passed him by. Not only did he need answers, but he would need a guide through this strange, exciting new world.<br><br>&nbsp;Grinning like a wild man, he flipped his cloud over in endless barrel rolls, whooping and hollering with joy at getting to make his mark in an entirely new era. Sun Wukong! Monkey King! Great Sage, Equal of Heaven!! His name would be spoken across the world after he helped drive back the evil djinn. He would finally get the respect he deserved!! His expression shifted though when he sensed pain. Not mental, but frustratingly physical pain coming from the kitsune. And if that hadn't been enough, the spires of flame jetting into the sky were visible even from the many miles still between them. Well it seemed he was needed. Focus, concentration, want, need.<br><br>&nbsp;Golden energy fueled by these enveloped the cloud, and the small magical weather phenomena zoomed forward even faster, crossing miles in moments until finally he was upon the pitiful creature thrashing about in the sand. Quizzically tilting his head to the side, he rolled off of the cloud to land daintily on his feet. Then a scratch upon his ear caused the tiniest glint to flash in the sunlight. That same glint flew directly at the fox, landing between skin and thorn to quickly dislodge the offending object from her paw. Once it was removed, the glint grew several times in size to that of a staff and landed affectionately on it's masters shoulder. <strong>"An oasis in the desert, and helping a fox in need. I have only been free a short time, and that's two good deeds on my belt. Not a bad start, hmmm? Do you feel better now, Kitsune?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>31-10-2016, 02:24:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/d0/e4/5dd0e428986c29dfcab75e2418aa0cae.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sebastian, The Huntsman <br><strong>wearing:</strong>:The Big bad wolfs Pelt<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Emotional reunion with Snow White<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Snow, Thumbalina, Belle, acknowledging Maleficent<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Time seemed to slow for him when Snow rose from her throne to cross the expanse between them, he had watched her grow from a child into a young woman before hid life had been taken from him. The Snow before him now was not the scared little girl he had left behind, the bubbly teenager that listened to his words when he instructed her how to strike at her target, to keep her blades close for defense, but a full grown woman in her own right. He could not fight the flutter in his heart as her hand touched his cheek, the spark that started time for him once more. As her arms embraced him he let his own embrace her, softly, so softly did he embrace her for fear of hurting her with his newfound strength. "I came back, I was....but I came back." A tear he did not know he had to shed trickled down his cheek before he kissed the top of her head like a father would his daughter.<br><br>His fingers traced along her arms and hung lightly onto her dainty forearms as she pulled back, her hands still on his face he had to fight to keep from sinking into her soft touch and enjoying the feeling of a woman once more.He met her gaze and kept it as she told him all she needed him to know about what was going on, and about the gift of the daggers he had given her. A fine pair they were, he was glad they had lasted so long, knowing her she probably cleaned them everyday. He was not surprised to find that&nbsp; Rumpelstiltskin wanted to take her as his own, many a creature sought snow in both this world and the next. For never there was a maiden gifted with such beauty as that of Snow white, but even had she been plain he still would have loved her, for he was sure her soul will still be as brilliant as it was now.<br><br>He brought his hands up to hers and drew them from her face to hold them together in his own, such small hands compared to his."Snow, I spent my last life hunting the beasts that would endanger your woods until your stepmother tore out my heart. I spent the years of my afterlife hunting the monsters and beasts of the other side that sought passage back to this world to cause you and your friends trouble. I am here now to once again hunt all those that would seek to do you and yours harm, blessed by the wild hunt to do just that.Point me to my prey, and for you I will track them across the seas and sky until they lay dead at my feet.Whatever Rumpelstiltskin seeks I will deny him, whatever he tries to destroy I will protect, and should he come for you.. I will claw my way back from death a hundred times before I let him lay a single finger upon your snow white skin." he smiled then, and leaned in to kiss her forehead once more.<br><br>Just then the crash, and his ears perked at the sound and he turned, pulling Snow behind him as he reached up his free hand. On instinct he called to Jeager and the Golden eagle swooped down and in a blinding flash became a simple Woodsman axe, the edge almost having a golden gleam and supernaturally sharp."We have company." he said as his eyes trained on the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>31-10-2016, 03:58:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province, Koschei's home; then back to the village<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Recruiting<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Koschei</strong></div><br>"Splendid." Rumplestiltskin calmed down, putting his glee in check. Truthfully it was partly due to the fact that he could not acquire quite as great a boost of magical energy from this deal with Koschei, due to it being so minor in its terms. Later on, when he persuaded his new comrade to share his means of procuring immortality, he would forge another deal and correct this low-balled imbalance. "Come. You'll meet the beggars you will assume command over." he opened up the scar of the last teleportation spell again, that he had used to follow Koschei in the first place.<br><br>The village was acting surprised to see them return, as if there was any question that Rumplestiltskin would be back to resume lording over them. Maybe they hoped Koschei would slay him in a grand battle and continue to play the part of a hermit. "Your master returns. And you have yet another master to serve now." he introduced Koschei formally. "His words are as much law as my own, never forget that. Prepare provisions for tomorrow, when we march on the Northern forests to bring the dreaded trolls into our ranks. Continue to serve me well and I might consider telling them that preying upon you is off-limits." he turned to Koschei to give him a cocky look, the same sort he expected his new ally to be wearing if he expected to make the most of his new lease on life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>02-11-2016, 04:24:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Seashore headed towards the din of the eruption<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Running in relief, freezing in fear, inquiring for introductions<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br><div class="floatright">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>Tough as she wanted to act, Kit couldn't have helped the shock of seeing someone fall from the sky and land in front of her. It didn't help, either, that there was a flash of gold and then something could be felt... With animal instinct, she tried to pull her foot away, up towards her body, protectively into her own control and away from whatever it was that was happening to it, instinctually afraid of something happening to make it worse. The fox half of her mind was afraid, certain that the new person nearby was set to take advantage of her helplessness, even as the human side tried to grapple with reason and bring her own body to bear with reality. <br><br>As she tried to get away from the strange turn of events, stumbling backward in the sand with a fruitless gesture, there was a sudden moment of quiet in her movements. Suddenly, there was a distinct lack of the irritating pain. She tested her paw gingerly on the ground, wondering if the thrashing had somehow dislodged it. Pressing into the sand, the pain did not return and she tried again. This time, she ran a few steps forward, turned suddenly and wove unsteadily over the grains, trying out every twist and turn that would come from normal travel, trying to see if the thorn had merely been shifted. However, it soon became clear that there was absolutely nothing remaining in her paw. <br><br>With joy, she gamboled about the space, running first behind the stranger and then circling around in front of him, twisting and skidding through the sand with a mixture of incredulity and joy. By the time gratitude occurred to her, however, the other was speaking. It was not that his words seemed out of place, or that his intent seemed in some way sinister. in fact, he seemed genuinely good-natured. But it was one word, tacked onto the end of his query that stopped her exuberance - and the rest of her - in her tracks. <br><br><em>Kitsune.</em><br><br>He knew. How did he know? How COULD he know? She didn't know who he was. Did she? Maybe it wasn't entirely true.&nbsp; She certainly had her suspicions. Still, it warranted caution. She considered playing dumb. She considered failing to respond, let him think perhaps he might have been mistaken. Perhaps an injured fox was simply wandering the desert alone for no reason. And had stopped harshly upon hearing the word 'kitsune'. Again, for no reason. Well, that wouldn't do. He already had guessed. The jig was up, and it was time for her to come out of hiding. If she was right, if he was who she suspected, she might be about to learn how she might pursue the events of the desert city to whomever had forced it to disappear. But there was only one way to tell, in the end. If he was after her pelt...<br><br>If he was after her pelt, he already knew who she was. This flying man with a flying weapon, monkey king or not, could kill her for it whether or not she responded. It made no sense to try to get out of it now. It was better to stand and face him if she needed, then die with her back to her enemy. Cautiously, she sat in the sands and stared at him, trying to gather up the courage to do what she knew must be done. Slowly, as she became more confident, the form of the woman emerged. <br><br>As though rising up from a work of art, long and slender limbs pulled free of the confines of the tiny fox body. The markings on the face elongated, shifted and sprouted fur that was long and luxurious and flowed about her shoulders gracefully. The brown eyes of the animal remained in place around a nose that, while equally delicate, was now significantly shorter than it had been a moment ago. All about the fox was gone in a matter of moments, leaving behind a human sitting in the sand hugging her knees and three lush tails of the russet-orange fur tipped with the ring of black and the telltale white. Unfortunately, while the vixen was able to shift most of her form, her ability did not extend to clothing that was not similarly enchanted, in this case leaving her nude and perched in the sand. <br><br>She kept her eyes on the man before her, making sure she knew the intent of his gaze as she moved to rise up, pushing away from the desert floor. She pulled her tails around her body, opting for what modesty she could reach and digging her own fingers into the limbs to pull them yet closer. She waited for her appearance to sink into his mind before she spoke. Deliberately, she kept her comments vague, hoping that he himself would confirm his own identity. <br><br>"Yes. The injury was beginning to grate on my nerves. You have done a great kindness for me." She inclined her head in a demure gesture, casting her eyes politely downward as she did so. When she looked up at him again, she continued pointedly. "Perhaps it is sympathy that drives you to show kindness to those long-suffering?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>06-11-2016, 01:37:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Meeting with good trusted friends<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina, Sebastian and Maleficent<br><br><br><hr><br>{Sebastian} "Snow, I spent my last life hunting the beasts that would endanger your woods until your stepmother tore out my heart. I spent the years of my afterlife hunting the monsters and beasts of the other side that sought passage back to this world to cause you and your friends trouble. I am here now to once again hunt all those that would seek to do you and yours harm, blessed by the wild hunt to do just that. Point me to my prey, and for you I will track them across the seas and sky until they lay dead at my feet. Whatever Rumpelstiltskin seeks I will deny him, whatever he tries to destroy I will protect, and should he come for you.. I will claw my way back from death a hundred times before I let him lay a single finger upon your snow white skin." <br><br>“I am so happy you are finally home” Snow White replied, still a bit teary eyed as she reached up to gently caress his right cheek “We will have to have a special dinner prepared tonight to celebrate your return to Rosalia, the dwarfs will all be ecstatic to meet you”<br><br>Chocolate eyes turned in the direction of a loud crashing sound at the same time as Sebastian, though with his enhanced senses, he likely heard it much better than she did and had an inkling of what might have happened... he certainly had a rather cautious expression on his face all of a sudden...<br>However, Snow White's gaze turned back to Sebastian when he nudged her behind his much larger frame, she momentarily thought to remind him that she was hardly a totally helpless damsel anymore, but... she stopped to gaze in fascination as he called to his beautiful golden eagle companion which in a dazzling flash of gold light transformed into a simple woodsman axe... though Snow White would bet anything it's appearance was the only thing about it that was ordinary. Her stepmother had already proven to her, sometimes appearances were very deceiving...<br><br>{Sebastian} "We have company."<br><br>“It would certainly seem so” Snow White replied as she emerged from behind Sebastian, she touched his arm and gave him a sincere warm smile “A queen however does not cower and hide, it would not bode well for our cause if a potential ally saw me hiding behind my big strong friend. I promise though, I will remain near you”<br><br>She reached up to sweetly graze her knuckles across his right cheek before she look to her female companions “Ladies, Sebastian... let us go now and greet our guest, politely... unless given reason to do otherwise... or it's Rumpel, then pummel him for all I care”<br>With that said, Snow White squared her shoulders with determination and courage before she took confident strides out of her bed chamber, they soon arrived at the throne room doors to find a fretting Doc cleaning his glasses with the edge of his crisp white tunic “Doc, you seem upset, who is our guest? Have you been harmed at all?”<br><br>“I haven't spoken to... her... Maleficent... I only peeked inside a moment ago and well, she's in there waiting for you, she's been shouting your name a lot and... I think she beat up some of the guards” Doc replied, wringing his wrinkled hands in front of him “I'm no warrior like my brothers, Snow, you know that... I'm old and frightened, I couldn't go inside”<br>Snow White stepped forward and pulled the aged dwarf into a warm hug before she partially withdrew and smile “It's alright, Doc, no one expects you to be waging a one dwarf war with a powerful fairy, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of at all. Just wait here for us”<br><br>Doc nodded, gazing curiously as Sebastian then before he stepped back to allow Snow White to step forward and push open the throne room doors, she strode confidently until she stood a few feet away from Maleficent and gave a polite partial curtsy of respect to the fairy, respect was always a good way to begin with fae “Greetings&nbsp; Lady Maleficent, I was not aware you were visiting today, I would have made certain you were not met with opposition if I'd known you were coming. I trust you are here because of Rumpelstiltskin... I don't imagine you are exactly taking sides, am I right? You just simply do not fancy being his obedient dog, correct? Only an arrogant fool thinks one can issue commands to the Fae. How can I be of assistance to you, Lady Maleficent?”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tokyorose627</strong> on <strong>07-11-2016, 08:35:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img.csfd.cz/files/images/film/photos/158/304/158304905_7952d4.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Koschei Romanov, Peter (Alias)<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">All black suit</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/38/3a/03/383a0311548150bfda859c48c6fd2915.jpg)</div></div> <br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Working with Rumple<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: none<br><br><hr><br>Koschei glanced towards Rumple as he opened the portal from Koschei's last spell, something that he found that he could do. Hopefully he wouldn't let that get to his head, considering he would need Koschei to use his spells simply for him to use that trick once more. Regardless, he followed the man through the portal, back into the small village that he had been in before, seeing the town folk cower from their sudden entrance. He stayed quiet, as he watched Rumple give another one of his speeches, his demands to the village.<br><br>Yes, he would surely need these people to listen to him and do what he said in order to get the materials he needed. As long as these people wanted protection, or more, they would have to listen. He could see the cocky look that his new employer gave, even glancing towards Koschei himself to see his own look. His face was still stern, watching the towns folk, his wand in his hand in case someone tried anything. Rumplestiltskin was a cocky man, someone that wanted power and thought they had it; it seemed he would have an interesting look on life, now that he was working with this man.</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 08:06:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ca/cd/b9/cacdb965ed50a154e0a222443ac6d7a7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong> Grey Wolf<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Erm...<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s):</strong> Passing on the news of Ivan's death<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow White, Belle, Thumbelina, Sebastian and Maleficent<br><br><hr><br><div class="floatright">(https://chrismartinphotography.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/elbow-falls-c2a9-christopher-martin-215969-2.jpg)</div>Taking the form of the crow, the grey wolf took to the skies.&nbsp; It was a long trip.&nbsp; He supposed it would have been wiser to had taken the form of a bird better suited for long distance flying.&nbsp; Still... he felt far more comfortable flying as a raven.&nbsp; It was his first bird form, after all.<br><br>He needed the air.&nbsp; He needed to soar as high as he could before slowly drifting back down, wings out and gliding toward his destination.&nbsp; He needed the familiarity.&nbsp; He needed to be able to turn off his mind and go into...<br><br>Everyone was dead.<br><br>The last of the water of life was gone... used to bring him back to life.<br><br>He woke up to find his own wife, drenched in blood and lifeless in his arms.<br><br>Ivan was dead.<br><br>His brothers and sisters in law were dead.<br><br>There was no one left.<br><br>Wings out with air rushing by him.&nbsp; Looking down, he noticed that there was less and less snow.&nbsp; The climate was getting warmer.&nbsp; He was leaving the Northern continent.&nbsp; The division... the large body of water that separated the Western and Northern continents came into view.&nbsp; He could see it.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long before he reached Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia.&nbsp; There he will find Snow White.<br><br>He remembered coming here before as Ivan's advisor.&nbsp; An alliance between nations of sorts.&nbsp; He supposed he should've paid more attention to what was going on, considering his position, but he knew he was just there as a glorified bodyguard.&nbsp; He remembered a wedding taking place there at the time.&nbsp; Ah.. right.&nbsp; That was the excuse they used to talk to the rulers there.&nbsp; They attended the wedding so as to better relations and open up trade between their respective kingdoms.<br><br>Ever since Koschei killed Ivan, the kingdom had fallen under turmoil.&nbsp; Ivan's two brothers were currently vying for the throne, either unaware or uncaring of the dangers that lie ahead.&nbsp; Grey attempted to track down Koschei... it wasn't like the damn bastard was hiding or anything, but... Grey knew that he wouldn't be able to take him on alone.&nbsp; He and his brothers-in-law couldn't take him down together.&nbsp; No... he was going to need help with this.<br><br>The news of Rumplestiltskin conquering the East had reached the Russian kingdom.&nbsp; Of course, as soon as Grey heard about the terrifying former djinn crossing the seas on a Leviathan... there was no doubt that Rumplestiltskin was here to expand his territory.&nbsp; Too much was happening all at once...<br><br>Still... if there was one piece of news that proved most useful was the fact that Rumplestiltskin had slain King Florian, husband of the Queen Snow White.&nbsp; That was it.&nbsp; That was how Grey was going to get to Koschei.&nbsp; Join forces with Snow White to take down the threat that was Rumplestiltskin, a threat to all kingdoms, then... when the opportunity presented itself, ask for help in taking down the Deathless Magician.<br><br>The castle came into view.&nbsp; That didn't take as long as he thought... or maybe he had been flying for far too long.<br><br>He didn't know.<br><br>He didn't care.<br><br>His mind was practically blank the entire trip, still processing what had happened... what he needed to do... working out what he needed to say.<br><br>Still in raven-form, he flew in through one of the castle windows.&nbsp; It was a little harder to fly indoors, but not infeasible.&nbsp; He made his way through the long hallways before stopping in front of the throne doors.&nbsp; There, he changed back into his original form, the grey wolf.<br><br>"Your majesty, Queen Snow White," Grey growled as he stalked along the castle floor toward Snow White.&nbsp; He glanced out through the corner of his eye, taking notice that there were already several others gathered here.&nbsp; He recognized a few faces.&nbsp; Some he did not recognize at all.&nbsp; What he definitely did recognize, however, was the presence of magic emanating from each of them.&nbsp; Turning his attention back on Snow White, the wolf bowed and said, "I doubt you remember me, but we have met before at your wedding.&nbsp; My name is Grey Wolf, Chief Advisor to the late King Ivan of Russia."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>08-11-2016, 14:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/smite.gamepedia.com/9/95/T_SunWukong_Gold_Card.png?version=39c872a336d9162fbf79306048340a20)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent - Monkey Mountain heading toward the shore<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Beginning a "Journey to the West"<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kit</strong></div><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font">As an animal of sorts himself, Sun knew how animals acted(even those of human intelligence like Kitsune), so it was no surprise when her first instinct was to get away from <em>anything</em> that would interact with the thorn in her paw, the source of her pain. Better to deal with pain and hopefully get rid of it, then allow someone to potentially make it worse. Well she didn't have a choice in this matter, and Ruyi Bang swiftly removed the offending thorn from her cute little paw.<br><br>&nbsp;Once it was free and his staff lay across his shoulders with his arms draped and holding it in place, he watched the grateful and now happy fox dance around free of irritation and agony. He hadn't seen frolicking in 500 years. He'd missed it. The mention of what she was seemed to freeze her in place though, and in moments the fox shifted into her human form. A beautiful, lithe woman with 3 large fox tails wrapped around her. Oh, and she was nude as the day she was born. Was the Monkey King something of a lecher? Maybe, but he only looked. Swearsies. She finally spoke up, and he giggled.<br><br>&nbsp;"I could see that. It seems you had to put up with that naughty thorn for quite a while before I woke up from my...<em>nap</em>, hehehehe. And it was no great kindness; it was a small kindness anyone should have helped with if they came across you. Common courtesy and all that." He snickered again when she wondered about his reasons. "We can say it's something like that. Trust me that I know how <em>infuriating</em> it can be to be stuck in a situation with no seeming solution for a very long time." He shrugged, wiggled his fingers in a hypnotic, golden dancing motion and summoned a sleeveless kimono (http://ourgemcodes.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Maple-Leaf-Sleeveless-Kimono-M1.png) for her to cover her modesty with. It even had holes for her tails, as he personally knew that struggle. "I...am Sun Wukong. The Monkey King. Pleasure to meet you, Madam Kitsune."<br><br></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>PrincessAriel</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 16:34:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i839.photobucket.com/albums/zz320/PointlessScars/belle2.jpg)</div><br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Belle<br><strong>Location</strong>: Rosalia <br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Following<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Thumbalina, Snow, The Huntsman, lots of people<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>Belle was quickly becoming overwhelmed with all the people that were approaching Snow or showing up at the court. The touching reunion between the Huntsman and Snow brought tears to her eyes, it reminded her on her Beast, who was waiting for her at home. She wanted to run to him so badly, to old him in her arms and keep him close, ignore all the troubles that the world is throwing their way. But she knew that couldn't happen, he couldn't even join him in the fight, to her knowledge anyway, he had been Beast for an amount of time that being human was so very foreign to him, he still wasn't sure how to react when certain things happened. Like fighting, he had surely learned sword fighting growing up, but could he handle such a thing now? Belle shook her head and found herself retreating from Snow and the Huntsman, at least until the sound of a crash was heard. <br><br>She had not noticed the person coming, due to the distractions here, but now, she was on edge just like the Huntsman. She glared at the doorway, were they to go out and greet the person? She glanced at Snow, wondering who it could be. It seemed Snow was equally as confused, but she remained calm and stepped towards the door, they were to go greet the person. Hopefully this wasn't to be some sort of surprise attack of sorts. They made their way to the throne room, there, they encountered someone who would tell them who the newcomer was; Maleficent. She was inside, waiting for Snow. Someone she had never met but had heard many, many stories about, not all of them good, though not all of them bad either. It was after the dwarf stepped back that the rest of them stepped forward and followed Snow through her throne room door. She eyed Maleficent, wondering what the woman could be doing here; was she sending them a message from Rumple perhaps? Or did she really intend to help them?<br><br>Belle bristled as she caught a whiff of another person entering the castle. Again, she couldn't tell who it was, or what. But whomever it was, was nice enough not to just barge in completely. He stopped before the doors, changing from one form to another, then announced himself upon entering. Another name she had heard before, yet she had never met him. Belle stepped away as he approached Snow, though still close enough to help if he became a problem in any way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>09-11-2016, 20:26:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><div class="floatleft"><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Contemplations, planning<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow and Company</div><br>Commotion from the side rooms told her all she needed to know. Of course, it wasn't as if she were sneaking about. Maleficent had come to make a point, and to get some answers. Whether the humans understood her logic was of no consequence to her. Besides, as a Fae it was rare for Maleficent to really have a point or logic anyways. Her gaze shifted to the appearing party, taking in each person in turn. The Huntsman, Snow, Belle...even the dwarf (Maleficent didn't know which..they all looked the same to her).<br><br>She was content to hear Snow's greeting. There was respect in the woman's tone...good. Had there been anything else, Maleficent held no qualms about leveling the castle, and be damned with it's occupants. Still, the way the Huntsman seemed wary about her, holding that golden-looking ax was a bit off-putting. Not that she was worried about getting hurt. More that someone would do such a thing. Did the man not know who she was? <br><br>Maleficent held her tongue...for now. A rarity to be sure. Though it seemed to pay off, as yet another player entered the game. This one was an obvious shifter of some sort...still, that they seemed to comfortable in human form was detestable at best. "Yes, Snow....this is about the Djinn. I hadn't really bothered with his name until now. Rumplestiltskin, you say? Huh...interesting name."<br><br>She couldn't help but scoff as she was asked such a ridiculous question. "For now....no, I'm not taking sides. But I would watch your tone, little human. I am no one's lap-dog...human armies learned that the hard way." There was a warning in her tone of voice. <em>Step careful</em>...something she barely hid. "As for alying with....humans..." The disgust in her voice was palpable. "...I think you'd have better luck trying to ensure I don't enter whatever petty squabble you have with the djinn at all. That would, of course, enter the question: What's in it for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>10-11-2016, 02:18:58</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Western Continent/ Rosalia<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>:Wavering excitement and flurry of emotions, Casual conversation, Growing uncertain and nervous<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White, Belle, Huntsman, The Grey Wolf, Maleficent<br><br><br>What should have been a touching reunion that would have helped ease the sense of dread from the thick atmosphere of the castle was sadly cut short due to a few interesting additions of company, the roguish clamor of the wolf that made his presence known only the second to the newest of bodies that seemed to buzz within the castle walls. It would be an somber reminder that feelings of comfort and hospitality were emotions that would have to take their importance in line with the more alarming and no doubt intrusive matters at hand, one spirit in particular hitting far closer to home than even Thumbelina was justly prepared for so soon after her tragic loss of love and all those who meant to the moon child.With each presence there was an buzz of magical abilities of varying wave lengths, from the natural aspect of nature itself, to the animal characteristics of others, one stood out most of all in a way that could hardly be truly described with words alone. The fae were above all powerful creatures who sought their gift of life from the world around them, using such in a manner of different varieties but their power was something that should above all not be taken lightly. Following silently Thumbelina could feel her heart begin to race feverishly within the heave of her chest, the subtle shake of her hands tightening at her sides as she fought to keep her budding emotions of both familiarity and fear from traveling it's way across her features.<br><br>The maiden who once lived among the fairies herself was overwhelmed with the all too familiar aura of Maleficent as it both threatened to transport her mind to that of bittersweet dreams of what could have been as well as to shake her to her very core, the heavy respect she held mirroring Snow White's own as Thumbelina gave a solemn bow to the powerful fae. There was little surprise to see the level of calm malice in the fae's voice when she spoke of humans, the fae and mortals alike an torrent storm of grave battle that seemed to wage on for centuries as the superiority and lack of will from man had been an bruised subject between human and fairy.Most fae had found their refuge away from man and rather than join their squabble would instead watch from neutral sidelines, something that had cost many lives in the process in certain situations but for those more forthcoming save lives as well, Thumbelina's beloved kingdom one of the many who found humanity more curious than Maleficent obviously did as they had no qualms in doing such.<br><br>Curiously Thumbelina watched Queen Snow as she approached the legendary fae of mystery and power, the maiden feeling her shudders begin to subside only slightly though her emotions were beginning to grip her much to her own dismay. Feeling herself begin to shrink in size by a few inches at a time Thumbelina felt like she was recoiling like a small child afraid of a parent's reaction or awaiting a scolding, the pink plume of her dress beginning to swallow around her petite stature as she gave a small inward scold, thin arms curling tighter around herself as she steeled her nerves. There was always a catch..and if Snow did not play her cards right having an foe like Maleficent would only bring their end so much quicker than Rumplestilskin could ever imagine.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>13-11-2016, 23:07:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Seashore headed towards the din of the eruption<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Conversation<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br><div class="floatright">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>From the moment she saw the kimono, she was more than grateful. She felt a deep sense of longing for the thing that had nothing to do with hiding herself. Of course, it helped to not have to face the world with all the vulnerability of a human and the value of a kitsune pelt as a promise behind the flesh. But it was more even than survival. It was a luxury, a pretty thing, somethings he immediately felt possessive over. She slipped her shoulders beneath the fabric, reveling in the momentary relief it brought her from the harsh sun. What hadn't occurred to her when she had fur was now a significant annoyance in skin. <br><br>"Whatever your motivations." She said politely, once again inclining her head towards her benefactor. "I am grateful you chose to act on my behalf." The words were cautious, however. Those that acted on behalf of others were rarely selfless for doing so. Her mind stayed on the staff for a moment longer than would prove her relaxed in any sense, wondering what sort of damage such a thing could do to her pelt while she was still in it, if he so chose that it should. She pulled her tails even tighter around her than they had been a moment beforehand. Seeking to distract him from what she, herself was thinking, she changed the subject abruptly. <br><br>"I am..." She pursed her lips, the memory of her mother's sense of humour leaving her with little amusement. "I am Kitaka." She admitted, waiting and hoping that the shortened form of her name wasn't the first thing that occurred to her fellow conversationalist. To name your child such that they must always be named 'child' (as 'kit' is the name of fox young) was a cruel joke. "Tori Kitaka. And I am in your debt, I'm afraid." Bowing from the waist up, the movement was smooth and practiced with the grace common amongst the vixens. "Please accept my apology for the inconvenience."<br><br>"Have you been free long, Sun-sama? Do you know what has made the desert city vanish?" She gestured in the direction the city had once lain, where even from here the spires should have been visible in the distance. "I cannot fathom a power that might steal an entire populace from our horizon." She tried to keep the awe, the fear from her voice. If such a thing decided she would be valuable, there was no way she could hope to be able to escape. "Aside from yours, of course." <br><br>The words were a bandage at best, spo0ken with a strain of doubt and the air of placation. Tales abounded, yes, of the Monkey King, but even at this sight it was clear some of them were untrue. For instance, he was not four meters tall and carried great pillars atop both shoulders, though it was easy to see there was some truth in the foundations of the stories. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-11-2016, 17:35:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Conversing.<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina, Sebastian, Maleficent and Gray.<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>{Maleficent} "For now....no, I'm not taking sides. But I would watch your tone, little human. I am no one's lap-dog...human armies learned that the hard way... As for allying with....humans..." The disgust in her voice was palpable. "...I think you'd have better luck trying to ensure I don't enter whatever petty squabble you have with the djinn at all. That would, of course, enter the question: What's in it for me?" <br><br>{Gray} "Your majesty, Queen Snow White,"<br><br>Before Snow White could respond to Maleficent, another voice was heard speaking her name, the beautiful young queen turned to see a large magnificent gray wolf padding his way across the floor towards her. There was no alarm on her face, she remembered him from her wedding to Florian and besides, he did not give off the vibe of being threatening.<br><br>{Gray} "I doubt you remember me, but we have met before at your wedding.&nbsp; My name is Grey Wolf, Chief Advisor to the late King Ivan of Russia."<br><br>“I do remember you, my good wolf, Grey...” Snow White replied with a kind graceful smile “I will be with you in a few moments, my friend. I have a guest here at present that I absolutely must attend to”<br><br>'Late' King Ivan? That was troubling, Snow White would have many questions for Master Gray after she was finished with this meeting with Maleficent.<br><br>Turning back to Maleficent, Snow White gave her a kind smile and a dip of her head in apology for the interruption “As we were saying, I was not implying you would be Rumpelstiltskin's lap dog, only that it would be his intentions to try and make you so, something I whole heartedly agreed with you... that you are not. <br><br>I understand perfectly as well that you do not wish to become involved, I would never attempt to force you, that fall far too close to Rumpelstiltskin's ways than I am comfortable with... however, as you asked what might be in it for you if you did assist... what could I possibly offer to a great Lady such as yourself? If it is within my power, I shall certainly do my best to see it done. Otherwise, I completely respect your choice to remain outside the conflict... I only hope that Rumpelstiltskin will not bring the conflict right to your doorstep, as he has been known as of late, to do”<br><br>Out the corner of her eye, Snow White did notice how uncomfortable Maia looked and made a mental note to do something to comfort her friend when all had settled down within the castle, for now however she took a step closer towards Maleficent “I only encourage you, Lady Maleficent, to take the utmost care in being vigilant of Rumpelstiltskin's possible movements towards your castle and should you need the hand of a friend, I am here”<br><br>Glancing towards Gray briefly to reassure him she had not forgotten him, Snow White's gaze slid back to Maleficent “Was there anything else I can do for you, Lady Maleficent?”<br>She could feel the crackling tension in the air from her friends, they stood back of course, but they were ready as well to jump in to her aid in the blink of an eye... it would likely be best to get this meeting concluding before any such blows came to pass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>22-11-2016, 04:18:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Continent, Russian province<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreamwalking<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White</strong></div><br>Nightfall was particularly dark when he was around, and he didn't really need sleep. though he could if he chose. Things were shaping up nicely, a powerful new ally had joined his cabal and he was poised to recruit an army of brutish, dimwitted trolls to march on the lands he had not yet laid claim to. All that remained was...well, she couldn't have known he was coming straight to her, per se. He had options, going South first, or back East to finish conquering the lands connected to the desert from which he emerged. But no, his intention was to make for Snow's kingdom as soon as possible. He knew she had laid eyes on him through her magic mirror. Normally that wasn't such a risk but here, it was quite the double-edged sword. Those native to the ethereal realm had a certain affinity with powerful enchanted objects and now that a connection had been made, he could follow it back, provided he focus and draw upon every manipulative trick he knew. While his body could not travel the distances he needed, his consciousness could, across the realm beyond the veil, through the tunnel opened by the mirror, and into Snow's castle. It wasn't like astralprojection, but literally just his mind departing from his body. He had ensured his safety by cloaking his presence from others, including Koschei (though if the wizard really wished it so, he could have probably penetrated through this protective spell with enough time and effort), while his body remained behind. He was incapable of interacting with the physical world in this way, but in order to touch the mind of another, this was exactly how to go about it. Though, they would have to be sleeping; the conscious mind was too difficult to penetrate into, its alertness and defenses were much greater while awake.<br><br>He looked forward to visiting the dreams of his beautiful yet unwilling bride-to-be, and in case she had any doubts about his intentions, this encounter would spell it out for her nice and clear, and possibly do a lot more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>23-11-2016, 18:34:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Contemplations, planning<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow and Company<br><br>There was a hint of amusement at the sight of the one called Thumbelina seeming to shrink...quite literally..in her presence. <em>Good</em> came the thought. <em>They should all learn a lesson from the timid one. Gods know that I have more than likely been too lenient with these humans. Too close to my home...my people.</em> The reminder of how close Rosalia was just inched her ire that much higher.<br><br>Of course, it didn't help that Snow White seemed intent to offer to do whatever was in her power to keep Mal out of the fight. A wicked gleam sparkled in emerald hues as she regarded the human queen. "Well...there is, I'm sure, something you can do for me, Snow White." The face queen wasn't even using titles with Snow. It wasn't in her nature to allow humans even a hint of respect. "I have watched your kingdom thrive....and for too long, it has gotten uncomfortably close to my people." <br><br>Surely Snow White knew what was about to come. Maleficent turned, walking around the room now, paus No to inspect one of the tapestries that seemed to catch her eye. "There is one thing that...if offered to me...it would be impossible to resist. I'm sure even a simple mind like a humans can comprehend it." She glanced towards the gathered group. "That would be your destruction." That wicked grin seemed to grow as she continued. "I don't hide my contempt for your race. They have brought nothing but death and destruction to my people....MY lands. And while the death of all of you would be like the sweetest ambrosia, if you were to simply...leave...it would achieve the same purpose." <br><br>She turned then, the black of her dress whipping about her. "Leave these lands...and never return. You would be rid of me, and not have to worry about me joining this Djinn in your squabbles. Perhaps I might fight him myself...who's to know. But you asked what you can do...and now I've told you. Wipe the human plague from these lands." She sneered. "If you don't, I'm sure the Djinn will. And I will be helping whoever does."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>26-11-2016, 13:55:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://hydra-media.cursecdn.com/smite.gamepedia.com/9/95/T_SunWukong_Gold_Card.png?version=39c872a336d9162fbf79306048340a20)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sun Wukong - The Monkey King<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern Continent - The Desert<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Beginning a "Journey to the West"<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Kit</strong></div><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"> Sun Wukong was many things, but a pious saint was not one of them. After being trapped in a mountain for five centuries, it was no surprise that he fully appreciated the female form. So seeing a nude woman who was made even more beautiful by the three bushy tails was a happy sight for him. He was a gentleman at heart though so he wouldn't have been able to live with himself if he'd let her stay in her state. Besides...she still looked plenty cute in the kimono. With a smile, he gave the Kitsune a small bow of his head in response to her thanks about acting on her behalf. "Most people are, I find."<br><br>&nbsp;Was he fully, 100% selfless in offering his help? Probably not. No one could ever truly know what Sun Wukong was thinking, but thankfully it was far more often good than bad. In this case, it was good, but it might not feel that way if things went wrong. So incentive always helped he found. The lovely Kitsune introduced herself as Tori Kitaka. Why would a Kitsune name their child Kit of all things he'd never know, but it wasn't his place to judge or ask considering he was a stone monkey given life by magical fruit. "No apologies are needed, as no inconvenience was caused." He looked the opposite way from them, at his prison that was still bubbling lava from the top in the distance.<br><br>&nbsp;He wondered if his things were okay? His magic should have protected them. He turned back to Kit just as she asked how long he'd been out and he pointed to the mountain peak all those leagues away. "Not long at all. Buddha returned just today to unleash me from my bonds so I could lend my power to those who would fight against the dark one who removed the city that once stood here. When Monkey Mountain screamed and fire poured from the top...that was <em>me</em> let's say, stretching my legs." He paused and the hairs on his skin stood on end. "Rumplestiltskin. A trollish Djinn with unimaginable power dating back to my time, if not longer. And to do that, he has become stronger than any other Djinn I have known before him.<br><br>&nbsp;It's possible he removed the spells binding him to lamp and master. A Djinn taken off their leash is a dangerous thing." He snickered at the thought of his own power doing something similar. And Kit wasn't wrong. "There was that <em>ooooone</em> time I made the entire Celestial Stables disappear. They were panicking for days trying to find it. Heheheheh." The laughing died down, and suddenly Sun was looking at her strangely. Like all the joy was gone from him.<br><br>&nbsp;"Kitaka. You said you were in my debt, but I do not wield a debt so lightly. So I offer a proposition. Help me fight him. Help me and whoever else will stand against him, as he will twist and destroy everything if he's not stopped. Help me, and once victory is ours...you may claim a seat of power in my Kingdom; a seat at my court if you want it. With my return, it's legitimacy in both Earth and Heaven will be acknowledged, and all the East will be mine once again. And a portion of it, can be yours...if you help me." Suddenly his staff extended to normal size and he flipped up to land on it in an impossible position (https://thumb9.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/305215/245255506/stock-photo-full-body-picture-of-a-young-man-lying-on-the-beach-holding-his-hand-on-his-knee-looking-at-the-245255506.jpg) for anyone else. "Does my offer interest you, young Fox? Help me rid this world of a great evil, and be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. Sounds like a good deal, no?"<br><br><br></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 01:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>:&nbsp; Regal red and gold (picture of the mirror included) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL) &gt;&nbsp; Dream outfit &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/snow_whites_nightmare_ball/set?id=212233062[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}&nbsp; Throne room&gt;Bedchamber&gt;Dream world<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Conversing&gt;Dreaming<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina, Sebastian, Maleficent and Gray&gt; Rumpelstiltskin {Closed}<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>{Maleficent} "Well...there is, I'm sure, something you can do for me, Snow White." The fae queen wasn't even using titles with Snow. It wasn't in her nature to allow humans even a hint of respect. "I have watched your kingdom thrive....and for too long, it has gotten uncomfortably close to my people."<br><br>The lack of title from Maleficent did not bother Snow White, she had been quite fond of her time with the dwarves as she lived without the burdens that came with a royal title and a crown, what did bother her however was the tone Maleficent used and the look in her eyes. <br><br>Snow White was more than willing to get to know any person as an individual, but she wasn't about to tolerate threats being made in her own castle, where her cherished friends resided. It just wasn't going to happen.<br><br>{Maleficent} "There is one thing that...if offered to me...it would be impossible to resist. I'm sure even a simple mind like a humans can comprehend it." She glanced towards the gathered group. "That would be your destruction." <br><br>Snow White's face bore an expression of regal indifference now as she gazed into Maleficent's cold face, this maliciousness reminded in some ways of her late stepmother, she knew well enough now to take heed and always be prepared when dealing with a person of such quality. The carefully hidden slits on both sides of her gown would allow her easy access to the daggers strapped to her thighs if it became necessary.<br><br>{Maleficent} "I don't hide my contempt for your race. They have brought nothing but death and destruction to my people....MY lands. And while the death of all of you would be like the sweetest ambrosia, if you were to simply...leave...it would achieve the same purpose."<br><br>That irritated a little bit, to have her kingdom compared to what King Stefan's kingdom did to her, surely a being as old and wise as Maleficent should know that no two beings of either mortal or immortal nature were alike. How would Maleficent like it if she compared her to that Djinn with his cheap dangerous deal makings?<br>She kept her cool though, Snow White was certainly not about to let the fae woman get the better of her, she had been little more than a frightened teenage girl when her stepmother tried to kill her... but she was full grown and strong now, she would fearlessly stand her ground.<br><br>{Maleficent} "Leave these lands...and never return. You would be rid of me, and not have to worry about me joining this Djinn in your squabbles. Perhaps I might fight him myself...who's to know. But you asked what you can do...and now I've told you. Wipe the human plague from these lands." She sneered. "If you don't, I'm sure the Djinn will. And I will be helping whoever does." <br><br>“I think perhaps, it might be best, Lady Maleficent... if you took your leave now, this discussion is quite concluded” Snow White replied, her face untouched by anything that might suggest Maleficent had gotten under her skin, her tone cool and calm “If you decide to align with Rumpelstiltskin and he betrays you... you know where to find me. Sometimes one must see the ugly truth for themselves before they open their eyes... now, I wish you a safe journey home, Lady Maleficent”<br><br>Snow White dipped her head respectfully at Maleficent before she turned and approached where Sebastian stood by the door, she briefly turned back toward her friends and the newcomer Gray “Doc will see to it that everyone receives comfortable quarters... Sebastian, can you please make sure our fae guest is able to leave without being... harassed... by any guards? I would appreciate it, just simply not a good reputation for any castle to have. Guards attacking our guests and what not.”<br><br>In truth, Snow White wanted Sebastian to ensure the safety of unsuspecting castle occupants from the cruel wrath of the fae woman, it really did sadden Snow White what Stefan's actions did to Maleficent, but there was nothing at the moment that Snow White could do to convince Maleficent of her sincere goodwill... not when Rumpelstiltskin was willing to satisfy her darker ambitions. The time would come though, Snow White would be patient and when it inevitable came, she would be there to help the fae return to the kind individual she was rumored to be before Stefan.<br><br>For now however, Snow White just needed to get out of the throne room and retreat to the quiet of her chambers, her head was starting to throb like nobodies business with all the days events. Maleficent was just simply icing on the infernal cake.<br>“I need to rest, my head is about to explode” Snow White murmured softly to Sebastian before she quietly departed from the room, fully trusting her dear old friend to make certain the castle occupants were safe before he too retired for the night. She would explain herself to herself to the others in the morning... so much in one day, it made for a splitting migraine.<br><br><hr><br>Snow White rubbed at her forehead as she shut and locked the bedchamber door behind her, a heavy sigh escaping the young queen as she lifted her gaze up to gaze across the dim candelight of the room toward her curtained four poster bed... sleep was not something that came easily to Snow White anymore, she had her bitch of a late stepmother to thank for that... but alas... this throbbing nightmare in her head demanded a good rest whether she liked it or not.<br><br>Crossing the room, Snow White lifted the golden crown from her head and placed it on the bedside table before she pulled aside a section of curtain she allow her to roll into bed, she wasn't even going to bother to change out of her gown. Her head immediately protested violently at even the very thought of getting out of bed.<br>Sighing softly, Snow White slid over to Florian's side of the bed and cuddled her cheek into his pillow, it still smelled faintly of his pleasantly musky cologne, spicy but not overpowering... it made a tear leak from the corner of Snow White's eye, the pillow absorbing it before it really had a chance to go anywhere “Florian... I miss you, my love... I need your smile, your light...”<br><br>Eventually as she lay there longingly smelling the almost faded away scent of her late husband, Snow White drifted off into the void of sleep... however, her dreams... they did not begin as they usually did...<br>She found herself standing in a long dimly lit hallway, sparsely decorated and abandoned of anyone besides herself, realizing then as well as she went to take a step that her skirts were much heavier around her legs than she recollected... she gazed down to see herself garbed in an elaborate crimson ballgown accented in silver, she lifted the skirt a bit to get a good look at her feet to find she was wearing formal shoes baring an obnoxiously tall thin heel... what kind of dream was this?<br>A terrible feeling of foreboding weighing down heavily upon her, Snow White reluctantly took steps closer and closer to the only door in sight at the end of the hallway, it was clear the dream was directing her towards this specific door...<br><br>Grasping the cold metal handle, Snow White turned the knob and pushed the door open, she stepped through and gasped when she found herself standing before what looked to be the day she married Florian, it was the wedding ball... but... if she was dreaming about her wedding day, why wasn't she wearing her wedding gown? None of this made any sense...<br>Snow White carefully moved towards the group of people standing near the long elegantly decorated refreshment table “Excuse me, good people, but where is King Florian? I must see him immediately”<br>Expecting to quickly find him as she always did when she dreamed about him, Snow White was greatly taken aback when the man and woman she approached looked at her with great puzzlement “King Florian? We've never even heard of a king by the name, and besides... the high king wouldn't take too kindly to another king sniffing around you, Princess Snow White”<br><br>“Princess? I am not a princess anymore, Florian and I married and merged our kingdoms into Rosalia, I am a queen, now please... enough of this jest, where is my husband?” Snow White pressed them, taking a step forward, her heart all the while beginning to race frantically in her chest “Where is Florian?!”<br><br>“I think the princess in unwell, perhaps she hit her head?” The woman whispered to the man “We should fetch the high king and let him take care of his bride-to-be”<br>The man nodded “Yes, he will want to take care of her himself, let us fetch him quickly. Please remain here, Princess Snow White”<br><br>“I am a queen!” Snow White groaned at their backs as their hurried took off into the crush of people out on the dance floor “Ugh, what is going on? I need to wake up, this is just too strange!”<br>Closing her eyes, Snow White attempted to wake herself as she often did when dreams became too much, but as she opened her eyes and the scenery remained as it was... it was quite clear that this dream was not at all like any others she'd had... something strange was at work here...<br><br>Pushing away from the refreshment table instead of waiting for this 'high king', Snow White moved to enter into the crush of people, surely someone else might tell her what she wanted to know, she quickly grabbed hold on a man's elbow "Sir, where is King Florian? Have you seen him?"<br>Once more Snow White was met with a puzzled expression, the man stepped closer and peered into her face as if trying to see if her face was flushed from too much to drink or some such thing before he leaned back with the puzzled look remaining "Princess, are you alright? There is not and has never been a King Florian, but... I do believe the high king is looking for you, he has been highly anticipating your presence to celebrate your engagement. You should go find him right away"<br><br>Before Snow White could open her mouth to speak one word, the man turned and was lost amid the dancers, her chocolate eyes glanced about everywhere trying to spot where he had vanished to, but he was no where in sight "What is this? This makes no sense... and I can't make myself wake up..."<br>Panic began to bloom in her chest, it wasn't possible that... that she had been inflicted with another sleeping curse, was it? Had Maleficent done this to her? Though Maleficent dealt more in poison needles and she hadn't pricked her finger at all and she hadn't eaten or drank anything since the arrival of the fae, so...what was happening here?!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Isengrad</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 23:31:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/5d/d0/e4/5dd0e428986c29dfcab75e2418aa0cae.jpg)</div><hr><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Sebastian, The Huntsman <br><strong>wearing:</strong>:The Pelt of the Big bad Wolf<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}&nbsp; Throne room<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Biting his tounge, Escorting the Fae Queen, Guarding the Door<br><strong>Tagging</strong>:Belle, Thumbelina, Snow, Maleficent<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr><br>It was hard not to think of Snow as the frightened little girl that stole his heart all those years ago, the raven haired little lass that caused him to change the route of his whole life to the point in which his still beating heart was torn from his chest by her step mother. When she stepped froward to approach the Queen without a hint of fear on her, not faintest scent of it in the air, he could not help but smile inside. She had indeed become a fine woman, one worthy of the admiration she inspired in her subjects and her friends. Her actions were enough to cause him to lower his axe, the haft shining briefly before he let go and Jeager fluttered down to the floors to stand next to him. He still felt weary about the fae Queen, every fiber of his being screamed danger but he willed his body still. Stay calm, stay poised, stay aware of your surroundings. A hunter must learn to use all his senses to track his prey, and must find the right moment to strike to bring the target down swiftly and as painlessly as possible, it does nobody any good to le a beast suffer, especially one that is worthy of the hunt.<br><br>As Snow and Maleficent conversed he kept his steely gaze fixed on the Fae woman, he did not like what she was saying, and his anger at her audacity boiled just under the surface of his calm demeanor. He wondered if there would ever come a time where he would be called upon to hunt her, but to hunt a creature such as her would be nearly suicidal, and to kill her would be tantamount to murder. He knew of all the gifts he was blessed with, diplomacy was not one of them, if he opened his mouth to speak he would do more harm then good. Best he bite his tounge and let the little girl before him, no...young woman, prove why she was Queen. <br><br>Her response was tactful, it was level, and he had no intention of jeopardizing that.So as she turned to him he lowered his head to listened o her better, and nodded at her last words. "Jeager." he called to the bird. The Golden eagle took wing and sailed gracefully down the hall, making sure the path was clear and swooping low to prevent any eager castle occupants from trying to catch a glimpse of what was going on. The Half clad man stepped next to Maleficent then and swept his arm out to let her go first if she wanted "After you Queen Maleficent." he said simply, voice steady as he could get it. As per her request he escorted the Queen out of the castle as far as she would let him.<br><br><hr><br>When he had done the task asked of him he returned tot he castle and followed his nose once more to the Queens chambers. He had just woken that day, his body invigorated and blessed with power he had never known. He was not tired, his senses had not dulled yet with fatuige, he wondered now if he would ever sleep again. So many mysteries still about his new form, as he leaned against the Door frame he looked down at his hands. This was the first time he really looked at his body, he would have thought it someone else had there not been the tell tale signs that it was indeed his. A small scar next to his right thumb where he tore open his hand during training when he was just a recruit in the queens army, the way the vein in his left hand ran prominently along the top when he formed his fist.<br><br>This was, is, his body just made all the more powerful by the blessing of Woden. He settled then against the wall and kept his senses alive to once again watch over Snow like he did with his first life, just this time much closer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhatLiesAbove</strong> on <strong>28-11-2016, 23:42:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.kisax.com/images/Angie-Everhart/Angie-Everhart-4.JPG)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Maleficent, "Mal"<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Sleek black, form-fitting dress with low-cut bodice, black heels.<br><strong>Location</strong>: Northern Region, Western Continent, Forest outside Rosalia, A small, lone castle.<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Message given<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow and Company<br><br>"I believe you are right. We are concluded." Maleficent turned with a whipping of her black dress, the fabric snapping in the air as it followed her motions. Heeled feet carried her away from the group, those green eyes flickering around at the guards as they gave a wide berth. Was it because they knew what she was capable of? Or was it because Snow White said something? It didn't really matter to her. She paused before reaching the exit, glancing back towards the human queen and her coterie.<br><br>"I would heed words that have been spoken here, Snow White. The Djinn and I may end up working together or not. But the disease that is humanity WILL be wiped from these lands." No more words needed to be spoken. Before the eyes of all, Maleficent changed once again. The black of her gown seemed to engulf her, growing as she passed Sebastian through the gate of the palace and onto the street. THe swirl of magic grew until she once again became that massive dragon (http://weneedfun.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/Black-Dragon-10.jpg). Spreading leathery wings, she would take flight with a roar that shook the walls of nearby buildings. Swirling around the city of Rosalia once again, Maleficent would make her way back the way she came...back to her forest, and her own small abode.<br><br>Landing and transmuting back to her more human form at the door to her home, she would snicker softly. At the rate this Rumplestiltskin was going, it would not be long before he was knocking on her door. In all honesty, she looked forward to it. Maleficent was no fool...she knew that simply telling the humans to leave wouldn't work. It just made ridding her forest of their presence more interesting in the long run.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>29-11-2016, 05:02:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Body is in Northern Continent, Russian province; Consciousness is inside Snow White's dreams<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreamwalking<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>This promised to be great fun. Rumplestiltskin found the door to Snow White's mind open, knowing she had to be asleep now, and easy prey. He slipped inside, and closed the door behind him, to ensure she could not wake herself until he was good and ready to allow her.<br><br>Before he began his little dream theater, he examined her recent memories. No sense letting the opportunity to gather intelligence go to waste, after all. He walked along a corridor, with images of people of significance standing like suits of armor all along the stretching hallway. A man, handsome and rugged, but she felt no attraction to him, at least, not like she had for her beloved. Well, that didn't mean Rumple wouldn't kill him anyway. A lovely young woman stood frozen on the other side. Examining her, he found her shrinking down to the size of an insect. Curious. That could be troublesome if she managed to use that to sneak up at just the right moment. He might need to recruit a creature talented at hunting little pests. Good to know.<br><br>And there, at the end of the hallway, standing dead-center rather than off to the side, stood an unmistakable figure. "Maleficent." he grinned. It wasn't really her, of course, just Snow White's mental projection and memory of her. Not bad-looking at all, though Snow still held the title for Fairest of All. Besides, he would always have to be on his toes around Maleficent, it wouldn't do to share a bed with her. He would have to do something to limit her power if he managed to persuade her to his side. Otherwise she would have to die like all the others who refused to bow. He almost looked forward to seeing her try, she would truly prove to be the ultimate challenge. Defeating her would echo all across the world and convince everyone everywhere to fall in line. He did not share Maleficent's taste in humans, either. All other beings were equally inferior to him in his eyes, and as long as they acknowledged and accepted their place, that was good enough for him. Her desire to wipe the humans out was rather antithetical to his rule over the world's population. Well, that seemed to preclude the possibility that they could get along when he came knocking on her door. She would have to give it her all to have any hope of coming out on top, but even then, she would likely be so weakened that Snow and her allies might stand a chance of finishing her off afterward. Really, the best outcome of all for Snow would be for Maleficent and Rumplestiltskin to go head-to-head.<br><br>A few of the other figures in the hallway revealed what Snow had learned or already knew about them, and he thanked them for their cooperation before evaporating the entire scene, leaving his own projected form in a blank, white canvas of a space. Rubbing his hands together, he went about constructing an alluring dream environment for Snow, an appropriate venue for him to make his formal introduction to her. He would recreate the wedding ball from her bridal day, reinforcing his intention to make her his. But also, he would appear as excessively regal, with no false pretenses about how his ambition for domination beyond anything that had ever been achieved. A fur-trimmed cape over a blend of kingly silks and golden armor, and a crown-helmet hybrid befitting a warlord emperor announced to all the party guests his unmistakable status as High King. He made it a point, however, to skulk about the ballroom, watching Snow from afar, hiding from her view as he witnessed her fear and confusion.<br><br>Suddenly everyone halted, and began to raise their goblets in a toast. His footsteps echoes throughout the ballroom as he took the center, everyone bowing at the knee and lowering their gaze to the floor as he passed by. He downed his massive goblet slowly, with a look of serene relish, as if he was supremely unconcerned about how long it would take to finish, it would end just the same, the way he dictated. He finished, belching loudly with another echo, and tossed the goblet aside carelessly, striking a serving wench in the head, but she dared not react beyond spilling her own goblet a little as she trembled. He turned to face Snow, removing his head covering. "My lady." he curtsied mockingly.<br><br>"This is a rather nice kingdom you've got here. It will look so much better when I get through with it. With you at my side, and our children tormenting the peasantry and fighting each other over what parts of the world they wish to claim for their own, oh, what a lovely future we have to look forward to." he outlined his intention as he slowly approached her. "I ran into your little friends on my way here. Not a bad bunch, very talented and worthy of legend in their own right. I'd hate to have to slaughter the lot of them for being loyal to you. Except Maleficent, of course, she'll be troublesome for us both. But even though she didn't align herself with you, I'm certain she and I will come to blows. I'll bring you her severed dragon head as a wedding gift." he conjured an illusion of said severed dragon head in his hand before turning it into black dust and blowing it away.<br><br>"But enough business, time for pleasure." he snapped his fingers, and the guests all stood back up, making their way to the edges of the ballroom floor, leaving the majority of the floor empty for the two of them to dance. He put a hand up, and puppeted her mirror-image hand to mimic his action. "This is your dream, but I've got the power here. Just like everywhere else, dear. Best you learn that now and make the right decision when you see my armies marching towards your castle. He levitated closer to her, lacing his fingers with hers in their raised hands, and wrapped his other around her waist. His cold eyes stared directly into hers, his closed-mouth smile almost demonic, and shuffled his feet, with hers moving likewise. Music began to play and the women at the ball began to vocalize, though without words, simply adding to the melody. "I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person. But...I don't think I'm patient enough to wait for our wedding night to consummate our vows." he grinned wickedly, and licked his lips like a predator anticipating bringing down its prey.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 03:02:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Dream outfit &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/snow_whites_nightmare_ball/set?id=212233062[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}&nbsp; Bedchamber/Dream world<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreaming a terrible dream<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rumpelstiltskin {Closed}<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br><br><br><br>Snow White was making her way to about the tenth or so of the guests, likely to once again have zero idea who Florian is and talking about some mysterious high... she couldn't get anyone to tell her this mystery man's name so far... however just as she was reaching out to tap the richly dressed nobleman's shoulder, everyone stopped whatever they were doing and turned to raise their glasses in one specific direction...<br>She could hear the footfalls of rich leather boots upon the marble of the ballroom floor, closer and closer, everyone began sinking down to one knee then with their heads bowed... they certainly weren't bowing to her, so that left only one other possibility. This mystery High King.<br><br>With a sour feeling of nervous dread settling in the pit of her stomach, Snow White turned around just as the footfalls were only a couple feet away from her... her eyes met his and instantly, her body went absolutely ridged as if she had been frozen on the spot... Rumpelstiltskin...<br>Of course... she should known right away when no one knew her husband, because this here was Rumpelstiltskin's fantasy, not hers... where he was the revered and worshiped high king, where all the glitz and style of this grand affair would be all for him, where the beautiful bride about to walk down the isle was his own... where the bride was her and the man whom truly held her heart never existed...<br><br>The smug bastard stop barely two feet away from her and quickly downed the remainder of his drink from his goblet, not even trying to be polite or discreet when he immediately after released a loud echoing belch, Snow White glared at him in disgust, which turned to shocked horror when he just carelessly threw the goblet and struck some poor serving maid in the side of the head. If she didn't know this was all a dream, she might have been highly concerned for the poor young woman currently trying not to cry as she fought to maintain composure under crippling tremors of fear.<br>Rumpelstiltskin once again focused his attention back solely upon Snow White, his eyes glittering with covetous lust that made her skin crawl, she had to refrain from wanting to kick him square in the forehead when he bent over slightly to bow to her... but what good would that do when none of this was real and she wasn't actually going to do any real damage to the real thing? Boring, she wanted to make the bastard bleed for real.<br><br>He must have seen that she was annoyed by him, because he decided to ham it up further by turning his bow into a mocking curtsy, she made absolutely no move at all to give him any kind of formal gesture in return, her chocolate eyes merely glared him with cold rejecting disdain. She would never give him what he wanted from her, she would never belong to him so long as she still had the breath within her to fight back.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "My lady.”<br><br>“Rumpelstiltskin... I should have known...” Snow White sneered coldly, her eyes watching him cautiously with each movement or twitch of a single muscle “What is this? You haven't done anything like this since I was under the effects of the poison apple!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "This is a rather nice kingdom you've got here. It will look so much better when I get through with it. With you at my side, and our children tormenting the peasantry and fighting each other over what parts of the world they wish to claim for their own, oh, what a lovely future we have to look forward to."<br><br>His words filled her whole being with ice as he closed the distance between them slowly, step by step... his entire facial expression communicating that he had every certainty that he would have everything he spoke of and so much more... she'd admit though that he'd actually achieved to disturb her even further with his voiced intentions of wanting children from her, with him... it was unthinkable for Snow White to so much as even think about the possibility of having a baby with the horrible Rumpelstiltskin. It just would not be permitted to happen.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "I ran into your little friends on my way here. Not a bad bunch, very talented and worthy of legend in their own right. I'd hate to have to slaughter the lot of them for being loyal to you. Except Maleficent, of course, she'll be troublesome for us both. But even though she didn't align herself with you, I'm certain she and I will come to blows. I'll bring you her severed dragon head as a wedding gift."<br><br>Snow White was about to open her mouth to voice her rejection of his horrific idea of a marriage proposal, but the words ran dry in her throat when he conjured a smaller version of Maleficent's severd dragon head in hand, it quickly turned to black dust and blew away from an invisible wind she didn't feel herself... she might not exactly like Maleficent, but she didn't want to kill her if there was a way to make the fae woman see that Snow White and her kingdom meant her no harm... but Rumpelstiltskin, peace and striving for something better came second to just about none compared to chaos and destruction where he was concerned.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "But enough business, time for pleasure." <br><br>“You stay away from me, you monster” Snow White snarled at him, but just as she was about to turn away to find a weapon from perhaps one of the nearby tables, he clearly made certain to make sure daggers were not one of her accessories... Rumpelstiltskin lifted a hand then and much to her horror... her own hand followed suit by no will of her own “What... What is this? What are you doing?!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "This is your dream, but I've got the power here. Just like everywhere else, dear. Best you learn that now and make the right decision when you see my armies marching towards your castle”<br><br>Snow White desperately try to will her body to move, to step back, as Rumpelstiltskin drifted closer to her... but no dice, her limbs felt as if they were composed of lead “Stop this!”<br>His raised hand came to hers and intimately laced their fingers together, his other hand moved down to wrap his arm around her waist, his cold eyes gazed lustfully into her own as a closed-mouth smile that chilled her to the very bone played across his lips... she gazed around frantically to see all the watching guests didn't seem to find anything amiss about any of this, but then... why would they in a dream world spun by Rumpelstiltskin's own hand?<br>He began to move them then across the floor to the flow of the music, her feet obeying Rumpelstiltskin instead of her, she had forgotten how cruel he could be with a victim trapped in a dream world he controlled...<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "I'm really looking forward to meeting you in person. But...I don't think I'm patient enough to wait for our wedding night to consummate our vows."<br><br>“There is not going to be a wedding night, there will not be a wedding!” Snow White seethed, her hatred if him burning an inferno within her as she watched him lick his lips with a hungry lust “I would never have you, Rumpelstiltskin. I refused you when you could have saved me from my stepmother's poison apple, I will refuse you with every single last breath I have, that I swear! This obsession you have with me is honestly as pathetic as it is delusional”<br><br>One thing was for sure for Snow White, not something she liked to think about, but... as she saw the lust and desire for her in his eyes, she couldn't really avoid the thoughts in her head... if worse came to worse and they lost the war to Rumpelstiltskin... Snow White would use her wedding night to her advantage and assassinate Rumpelstiltskin. It was risky and the odds of success could potentially be very slim, but if she had to take the odds at the end of this perilous journey... she would make the best of them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>05-12-2016, 04:52:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Body is in Northern Continent, Russian province; Consciousness is inside Snow White's dreams<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreamwalking<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>She seemed so taken aback by all this news-surely she couldn't have been ignorant about what he was really intending, at least where she was concerned. That saucy little wink before when she spied upon him through her mirrors, his taking the life of her beloved personally, it was all quite clear, at least in his twisted mind, that he intended to take her for his own, without concern for what she wished. It must have been that silly 'hope' thing that peasants were going on about when they thought he wasn't listening to them tell their families that someday, they would be free of him. Such a feeble little fantasy world they all lived in, yet its quaintness was wearing thin with him now that Snow shared that sentiment.<br><br>"I had loftier ambitions in mind than concerning myself with the fate of a spoiled little brat princess, as goddess-like as her beauty was. I was in no real position to go gallivanting away from my base of power just to deliver a stolen kiss to the lips of a woman who would run in fear the moment she laid eyes upon me, looming over her as she woke from her cursed slumber. But you managed to overcome it, and her, and make her kingdom your own once more, and awakened to more than just the world of the living, but your innate magic gifts. Now THAT, my sweet, is a prize worthy of a High King. So in a way, you becoming a great hero to your kingdom is what's drawn me here. If you'd just slipped away quietly rather than seeking justice so steadfastly, I might not even have noticed. Sure, your people would have still fallen under my rule, perhaps your stepmother sharing my bed instead, whether she wished it or not...but at least you and your prince charming would have lived happily ever after, if you managed to stay well-hidden enough to avoid my minions. So really, when you think about it, it's actually your fault I've chosen you over any other. I suppose foresight isn't one of your talents...pity. But then at least I can maintain superiority in that, as well as most other assets. One of us has to be on top in this relationship, after all. Speaking of which..."<br><br>He snapped his fingers and an elegant four-poster bed descended from the ceiling, having appeared out of nowhere, landing softly in the center of the ballroom. "After you." he motioned for her to take her position on the bed, but once again, his influence gave her body no choice but to obey his command. She was still fully clothed, however, which would have been quite a curious thing for someone who seemed to be preparing to violate her. He shed his own regal facade, the entire ensemble fading into a golden dust and leaving him clad in his everyday simple clothing, pointed shoes included. "That's better...I swear, I don't know how I'm going to tolerate having to wear such things when I assume my rightful place as master of the world. Perhaps I should steal the sight of any who serve in close quarters to me so I needn't keep up this lofty pretense." he stretched, loud cracks emanating from everywhere he cared to exercise. "I haven't used a dream body in quite some time. That should mean I have quite a bit of seed saved up, then. But first..." he grinned, teasingly raising his eyebrows as he crawled onto the bed. Rather than shedding more clothing and exposing himself, he lifted up her dress and disappeared beneath it. "I know our time together is tragically brief...so let me give you a little something to remember me by, something you'll always have to remind you that I'm always with you, no matter how far apart."<br><br>He began to trace around her navel with his index and middle fingers, sliding down lower, until he was just above the limit of her pubic area, tapping it experimentally, and then pressing down, hard, and creating a brief but searingly hot sensation. "That's the ticket...marking my property, so anyone that dares try to come between us will know exactly who they're crossing. Of course, you could always try to tempt someone, it will be rather amusing to see what happens to them if they try to take what's mine. Anyone but me who touches you in that way will find out just how adept I am at curses. So know that if you wish for someone to give you comfort between when you awaken and when we meet in the flesh, they'll melt right before your eyes. It's actually quite merciful compared to what I would do to them if they lived long enough for me to catch them." he peeked out from beneath her dress.<br><br>"I've not tested the limits of what effect my dream machinations have on the body; this mark will stay with you, to be sure. But I wonder just how your body will react to a night of carnal debauchery the likes of which this kingdom has never been capable of dreaming?" he rubbed his hands together gleefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fury Aphrodisia</strong> on <strong>06-12-2016, 06:23:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMjEML5yj4w/TMY9t4IPiJI/AAAAAAAAACU/D1JS6X-E5C0/s1600/japanese%20woman.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Kitaka Tori (Kit)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Eastern continent, Pan-Asia, Paused in the desert sands<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Conversation<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wukong<br><div class="floatright">(https://tokyobling.files.wordpress.com/2009/11/fox_shrine_foxcloseup.jpg)</div><br><br><hr><br>Kit had no intention of accepting. She'd be no one's scapegoat again. But neither did she wish to make an enemy of the great figure, who was surely powerful enough to have overcome her on his own, without having to resort to such trickery. If his offer had included he alone, she might have found it suspicious, but she might have been more inclined to take him seriously, inclined to take that chance. However, the more people who were involved, as a court suggested, the quicker her chances of survival plummeted. Too many times, she had seen good people, wise people led astray by the machinations of the greedy. Mortals were not solely susceptible, either. <br><br>"I'm afraid..." She said cautiously, inclining her head in a gesture of respect towards the legendary man-creature in front of her. "That I cannot accept such a generous offer." In her mind, the words were punctuated in her senses by the sting of a whip between her shoulders, cold steel around her muzzle, the sound of arrows landing heavily in wood and earth on either side of her, the painful burn of lungs and limbs in full flight for her life. The horrors perpetrated on her kind in the form of traps lain and fires burned by the fearful and the covetous alike made her shudder, a gesture she tried very hard to hide. It wasn't able, however, to keep her subconscious in check and as a result, her tails wrapped comfortingly around her body. <br><br>She could not, of course, leave the king believing she were ungrateful for his offer. It was strangely a trusting offer and she found that to be at least as much a mystery as the rest of him. Why would he offer this to <em>her</em>, of all people. "I am only a kitsune and have little by way of magic aside from the shifting of my form and some little luck. What possible boon could I be to a man who is as strong as you are, Sun-sama? What blow could I strike against this Djinn that some other woman could not also accomplish? Better to gather a thousand warriors to your side than waste your time with a single kitsune." <br><br>If he didn't try to kill her, didn't try to take her pelt, if none of his allies did, if no one lifted an unwarranted hand to strike at her the problem would still be the same for the monkey king. She was capable of no more than anyone else might be able to accomplish, less so than some. She had no martial skill to speak of that could be a threat to a human. She had no stores of hidden weapons in the fashion that even those like her would have. A mere four hundred years and three tails, the last of her kind and not nearly as strong as he himself, what possible interest could there be? <br><br>No, in a battle such as this, it was better to be away from those who would rather turn the luck of her pelt in their direction, save herself and perhaps find a way to propagate her own race than embroil herself in such a fight. If the Djinn won, at hte least she might be able to convince him to leave her alive with the promise of more kitsune young. Trade her young to save herself. The thought shamed her. What had she become? <br><br>"I am not fit to serve in your kingdom, I'm afraid. It would serve you better to seek out heroic names and leave an otherwise grateful kitsune in the desert dust." Her gaze was steadily held down and away from Wukong, lest he see the terrible thoughts that had occurred to her behind her eyes. She thought of her words, and how she might show her gratitude. "Let me offer some other boon in place. Surely that would be more valuable to the Monkey King than a mere mouth to feed. I am more valuable to you as-..." She didn't want to say it aloud, but the truth was plain. She was more valuable to him dead than alive. She simply wasn't prepared to be <em>that</em> valuable quite yet. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>09-12-2016, 07:35:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Dream outfit &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/snow_whites_nightmare_ball/set?id=212233062[/URL) <br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}&nbsp; Bedchamber/Dream world<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreaming a terrible dream<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Sebastian<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rumpelstiltskin {Closed}<br><br><br><hr><br><br><br>Snow White glared the Djinn as he mocked her, trying to turn things around to make his fascination with her be her own fault, like she should have aspired to a closeted away life of quiet and obscurity if she wanted to avoid being desirable to him. What a joke!<br>She did wonder thought what life might have been like if she and Florian had just gone away to his own kingdom and lived a quiet life of peace and plenty, would they have not made themselves such a tempting target? Would Florian still be alive? Would she be cradling babies in her arms with Florian's eyes and her smile? Her heart ached at the idea, she yearned for it... though she knew it would never be, her beloved Florian was gone from her now...<br><br>Her thoughts were disturbed then as Rumpelstiltskin suddenly snapped his fingers rather loudly and Snow White felt then the cold swirl of magic behind her as something materialized, she turned her head as best she could despite the magic restraining her from moving too much... her eyes widened in horror when she caught the sight of a beautiful canopied four poster bed, it had an incredibly romantic look to it... but that was not how Snow White was looking at the offending piece of furniture at all... and from the looks of things, all the guests that had been there previously had all vanished into thin air...<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "After you."<br><br>“No!” Snow White verbally protested, her eyes piercing him with daggers of rejection, but... unfortunately, her body was prisoner to Rumpelstiltskin's will as she found herself moving with a will not her own to the bed, sitting first on the bed and sliding back until her shoulders were resting against the plush pillows “Stop this right now! This is not funny, Rumple! Release me!”<br>His formal attire disappeared with a puff of golden dust, leaving her standing at the edge of the bed in the usual kind of attire he tended to wear... it seemed he still hadn't gotten the memo that the shoes with curled up points were a total fashion don't, or perhaps he just didn't care. It wouldn't surprise her any if that were the case.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "That's better...I swear, I don't know how I'm going to tolerate having to wear such things when I assume my rightful place as master of the world. Perhaps I should steal the sight of any who serve in close quarters to me so I needn't keep up this lofty pretense." <br><br>“You won't get the chance, I won't let you!” Snow White protested, her mind beating wildly against whatever magic had stolen her physical will away from her, but to no avail, this magic Rumpelstiltskin held over this dream world was just too strong.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "I haven't used a dream body in quite some time. That should mean I have quite a bit of seed saved up, then. But first..."<br><br>Snow White tensed up visibly when he used the word 'seed', she had suspected he intended to violate her, but it sent her on edge so much more to have the intentions hinted at aloud... she clenched her eyes shut as she desperately prayed for someone to come into her room to check on her for whatever reason, to bloody wake her up from this awful nightmare and free her from Rumpelstiltskin's grasp!<br>She felt weight press down upon the bed then and her eyes opened to see Rumpelstiltskin crawling upon the bed towards her, her wide panic stricken gaze stared at him as she watched his every move “What are you going to do? Just let me go, enough of this torment!”<br><br>Instead of listening to her desperate plea, Rumpelstiltskin did the exact opposite and before she knew it, he was delving beneath the skirt of her gown, she wished more than anything that she could struggle right now, she'd give anything to be able to bash her knee into his wretched head!<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "I know our time together is tragically brief...so let me give you a little something to remember me by, something you'll always have to remind you that I'm always with you, no matter how far apart."<br><br>“Stop it, you monster!” Snow White protested, panic rising high within her a she felt him tracing along her navel and downward with his index and middle finger, he had never before ever gone this far in her dreams back when she was under the effects of her stepmother's poison apple... and it felt so real... she couldn't bare the thought of being violated by this Djinn and remembering every little bit, knowing it wasn't some figment of her nightmares, that he was really here in her mind and acting upon the lecherous fantasies within his horrible mind! How could she look at her friends with a straight face with the memory of his hands upon her body?<br><br>She felt his fingers tapping just above the cleft of her womanhood, she was about to open her mouth with another desperate pointless protest... until she felt a brief but painfully hot sensation, she cried out at the pain and stared downward as the shape of Rumpelstiltskin beneath her skirts with wide eyes “What was that? What did you do?!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "That's the ticket...marking my property, so anyone that dares try to come between us will know exactly who they're crossing. Of course, you could always try to tempt someone, it will be rather amusing to see what happens to them if they try to take what's mine. Anyone but me who touches you in that way will find out just how adept I am at curses. So know that if you wish for someone to give you comfort between when you awaken and when we meet in the flesh, they'll melt right before your eyes. It's actually quite merciful compared to what I would do to them if they lived long enough for me to catch them." <br><br>“You horrible awful monster! I am not your property, I never have been and I never will be!” Snow White protested angrily, fighting harder than ever now to free herself from the bond of the Djinn's magic, she could feel it slipping by mere threads, but it just wasn't enough to be able to fight him off, let alone even lift a limb on her own accord.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin} "I've not tested the limits of what effect my dream machinations have on the body; this mark will stay with you, to be sure. But I wonder just how your body will react to a night of carnal debauchery the likes of which this kingdom has never been capable of dreaming?"<br><br>“No... no...” Snow White murmured as she saw Rumpelstiltskin emerging from beneath her skirt, rubbing his hands together in a deviously gleeful manner “You have no right, no right at all! Let me out of this wretched dream world right now!”<br><br>What could she do? She couldn't move and she couldn't wake herself up, her only hope was that someone else from the waking world might hear her groaning or making some kind distressed noises and wake her up... Sebastian said he'd been brought back for the specific purpose of protecting her, maybe... maybe he might be connected with her somehow? It was a long stretch to hope for, but right about now, hoping for a miracle was all she had to reach for.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>11-12-2016, 23:47:59</strong>
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				(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/9e/0e/8c/9e0e8c491853ba47e94ef8e13381ae1e.jpg)<br><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Thumbelina, Maia<br><strong>Location</strong>:&nbsp; Western Continent/ Rosalia---&gt; Wandering the halls of Snow's Castle<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Flurry of emotions, Contemplating<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Everyone, Open<br><br><br>The air was downright palpable among the scene of the powerful Fae sizing up Queen Snow with idle threats and words no other would dare speak to such royalty, though her words had been cutting there was an air of truth to them; Maleficent did not find her time worth to meddle with mortals she deemed beneath her. In a way it was an easy speculation that she would join forces with the djinn in an effort to rid the lands of pesky disturbances, as such an asset would prove fatal to any they found unworthy, but just as well Maleficent was also an uncontrollable force who would not take orders from anyone above her; her loyalty to only herself for now it seemed she would not be a threat at least for the short unseeing future.It was both a welcomed invite of air but just as swiftly a chilling reminder that such could be changed by the events that followed, the grand Fae's departure giving only a minuscule reminder of just how much power she undoubtedly controlled as the once hauntingly beautiful maiden transformed into an unearthly dragon before the eyes of those who watched with straining uncertainty and make her leave. What threat of bloodshed was soon over and yet even after Maleficent's leaving the air resumed it's stale and gripping intensity, the day had been long for many of those who had gathered as such an interruption hardly eased anyone's frazzled minds. Offering a quiet sound Thumbelina found her own bundled nerves hardly lessening as she continued to hold the slender curl of her arms around herself protectively, for one matter it was helping the maiden keep the beautiful gown Queen Snow had lent her up upon her shrinking height, but there was also a notion that the maiden hadn't felt in some time.<br><br>Face to face with the powerful Fae opened up wounds that Thumbelina had not yet conquered as the reminder of all that she had lost had been so close and yet she could not feel anything but disgust from Maleficent, it wasn't the need to feel acknowledged by the powerful fairy but rather the knowledge that she was a partial reminiscence of the life that had stolen from her that made the maiden's heart yearn for what she had lost. She was neither mortal nor fae as the cold and calculating words of the fae made Thumbelina's thoughts ponder towards what life would have been if her kingdom had not been destroyed by darkness, that as a being created only by the mercy of the man of the moon, what place did she have in this world to begin with?Such an internal crisis had never crossed the flower maiden upon her sheer existence and yet now it was all but consuming her, those doe like eyes full of crisp sapphire soon dropping their gaze to the polished floor in shame as the overwhelming amount of silence only intensified these sensations.<br><br>Thankfully it would be Queen Snow who would make her departure first, instructing Sebastian to make sure the rest of the group found their own quarters though Thumbelina was just as quick to excuse herself at the height of her own bubbling crisis of maddening thoughts. Pardoning herself with only a soft nod Thumbelina made her way with the soft shuffle of her gown trailing behind her increasingly shrinking form, that by the time she made it to the door into the lavish hall she was practically swallowed by her dress in an sight that appeared as if a small child had stepped into the gown rather than a fully fledged woman. Once on the other side of the door and alone in the hall Thumbelina took a deep breath to steady herself, focusing her attention back towards the cinched control she had upon her size though it took a few moments the attention soon granted her control once more, her lithe form soon settling back to it's previous slender and appropriate size.Letting out a soft coo the maiden adjusted herself as she smoothed her creamy palms across the front of her gown, the soft lull of her head allowing her to take her the gesture as she found herself at her previous stature when she had approached Snow in the first place, though it did unnerve the maiden that such dower thoughts proved to nearly make her loose all control all together.<br><br>Now was not the time to reflect on such things really, her life before, her existence, it did not deserve to be the focus of her mind as Thumbelina felt shameful towards just how selfish she found herself at the moment. There was a greater threat just upon the horizon, a force that needed to be stopped so no other would feel the pain staking agony so many gathered in Queen Snow's court had, everyone had already lost so much so to think of only her own grief was not needed now. Instead of making her way towards her assigned chambers Thumbelina found herself wandering the great halls mindlessly, rather than reflecting on her stolen future she pondered what a move if any could be made, of what sort of qualities each loyal warrior gathered could bring to the table, of what real chance they had to fight what felt like an unstoppable darkness. <br><br>&nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mathim</strong> on <strong>15-12-2016, 04:37:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.theshiznit.co.uk/media/2015/April/AvengersGrimm1.jpg)<br><strong><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Rumplestiltskin<br><strong>Location</strong>: Body is in Northern Continent, Russian province; Consciousness is inside Snow White's dreams<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreamwalking<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Snow White</strong></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>She was so fierce even when frightened, it was exactly what he hoped for. No pushover she, not even when the odds were hopeless. Rather than begging him not to harm her, she was more of the attitude to let her fight for her freedom. She would truly be a worthy mother for their children. "That's right, love. Keep snarling. I love it when you rage at me. Makes you all the hotter when I feel your skin. I think in the bedroom, I'll call you Cherry Red. Speaking of cherries..." he raised his eyebrows lecherously as he lifted her dress once more and disappeared beneath it, though rather than the painful marking he had carried out before, this time the intent was quite the opposite. He was going to pleasure her, in a way he'd never done for any living thing. In his mind, she ought to have been grateful for that sort of honor, but it would be lost on her, as every moment there was a nightmare. He wondered if she might consider it to be worse now, or when he was there in person, and had less direct control over everything.<br><br>He opened his mouth wide, engulfing her entire snatch and slightly widening his tongue so it rolled over the entirety of her labia before darting in past the folds and rapidly poking every which way, like a stuck eel trying to find its way through a too-small tunnel. He ripped away the dress entirely so she could witness him. "So tight and dainty." he smacked her right on it. "That other fellow must not have been very attentive. Well, not to worry, I won't make you want for being touched. I daresay I won't be able to keep my hands to myself." he suddenly had four arms. Two of them kept her legs spread by gripping her ankles tightly, and the other two pulled down his odd little pantaloons and then spread her open as he hardened, though he didn't feel the need to overcompensate his endowment in the dream despite being free to do so. "We can experiment with size later, all we want." he grinned.<br><br>Ignoring any protests, he plunged into her. He hadn't restored her hymen, though he considered doing this when they met in the flesh. Still, he was rough and went all the way in with each thrust. With one of his four hands, he gave a beckoning motion with his finger and forced her tongue out as far as it would go, and leaned forward to molest it with his own tongue and playful suck at it before giving her mouth its autonomy once again. He was nearing climax already, and wanted to hear her protestations against ejaculating into her. She wasn't even aware of just how severe the consequences of this act would be, in this dream world where literally anything he could imagine was possible, and bent to his whim. "I think I'll leave you with a little something to remind you of what's to come. Give you something to look forward to. I know you want children, and I'm keen on the idea myself, on the off-chance I might perish one day. I'll live on through them, but I'd like to make sure they learn all the right lessons growing up. And I know you could never bring yourself to hate your own child, so...better start getting attached to them now." he groaned at the last word, filling her with an abnormally hot jet of semen, and pulling out slowly. He placed a hand on her bare belly and felt a pulse underneath it. If he felt that just in the palm of his hand, he could only imagine how that must have felt from coming inside of her.<br><br>"They grow up so fast..." he stood up, towering over her supine form as his extra arms faded and his pants magically righted themselves. He stared as his handiwork grew, her stomach swelling nine months' worth in under a minute. "I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl...or twins! Or who knows what? I'm not sure a djinn has ever had children with a human..." he tilted his head, wondering if that last bit would frighten her any more than she must have been deep down. The dream was almost over, he had had his fun and had gotten the point across, but he wanted to force her to experience the pain of childbirth here and now, just as a reminder of how cruel he could be if he didn't have his demands met exactly the way he wanted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Deathnote</strong> on <strong>18-12-2016, 01:37:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/ca/cd/b9/cacdb965ed50a154e0a222443ac6d7a7.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias:</strong> Grey Wolf<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Erm...<br><strong>Location:</strong> Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current Action(s):</strong> <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow White, Rumplestiltskin, Sebastian?<br><br><hr><br>Gray's ears perked up.<br><br>It was the middle of the night.&nbsp; After Maleficent had been escorted out, Doc had seen to it that the guests were shown to their quarters, including the magic wolf.&nbsp; He slept soundly... until his bestial senses picked up on something.&nbsp; Something was happening.&nbsp; Someone was... in trouble.<br><br>Was it his ears or his nose that picked up on it?&nbsp; Perhaps it was his magical senses.&nbsp; Sometimes he had those mixed up.&nbsp; Either way... that didn't matter right now.&nbsp; Springing to his feet, the large grey-furred canine slipped out of his bed chambers and into the hallway.&nbsp; He listened closely... where was the distress coming from?<br><br>He could hear... groaning... raised heartbeat... the scent of fear.&nbsp; Normally, he would pass this off as someone having a nightmare.&nbsp; There was plenty of those to go around after all, himself included.&nbsp; Ever since the tragic death of his friends and family, there was hardly a good night's sleep for him to enjoy.&nbsp; Still... he could tell that this nightmare was different.&nbsp; The sounds... the scent... it was coming from...<br><br>Oh no...<br><br>Gritting his fangs, Gray bounded down the hallway, slipping through the night and making his way directly to the Queen's chambers.&nbsp; The Queen's disturbed slumber... it was subtle.&nbsp; The signs were hardly there.&nbsp; He could hardly blame anyone for missing those signs.&nbsp; He was half-doubting himself at this point, but if there was even the slightest possibility, then he felt he would regret not taking action immediately.<br><br>Snow White's pulse was getting quick.&nbsp; The wolf's ears could pick up on her panicked breathing patterns.&nbsp; Panicked... was she really panicked?&nbsp; If she were still asleep and considering how a sleeping person normally breathed, then...<br><br>Noticing Sebastian in the hallway, the wolf growled at him and said, "The Queen is in trouble."<br><br>No time to think about it.&nbsp; He sprang into the queen's chambers.&nbsp; Magic...<br><br>A curse?<br><br>Was it Malificent's work?<br><br>No... if his senses did not betray him, then it was the work of someone else.&nbsp; Something... else...<br><br>The wolf made his way over to the Queen's bedside as quickly as he could.&nbsp; He looked down on her sleeping face, taking immediate note of the terrified expression on her face even as she slept.<br><br>How did it go again?&nbsp; It had been a while since he entered another person's dream.&nbsp; Ah... right.&nbsp; Even if it had been a while, Baba Yaga practically beat those lessons into his head so hard so that he may recall them whenever he had need of them... which was right now.<br><br>Placing his paws on the Queen's arms and resting his head on her bed, Gray close his eyes and concentrated...<br><br>Within seconds, he had appeared in Snow White's dream, inches away from Rumplestiltskin's face.&nbsp; Gray growled angrily, warning him to back off and away from the Queen.<br><br>The wolf turned his head toward Snow White and said to her, "Your majesty!&nbsp; You need to wake up, right now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fairytale Kingdoms: This Ain't Kid Stuff (IC Thread)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>27-12-2016, 02:26:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/snow-white_zpsrfrh5h6k.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name/Alias</strong>: Snow White<br><strong>Wearing</strong>: Dream outfit &nbsp;(http://www.polyvore.com/snow_whites_nightmare_ball/set?id=212233062[/URL)&gt;Regal red and gold (Mirror excluded at present time) (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=208954457[/URL)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Kordes, the royal capital of the continent Rosalia {Western Pan-Germany} Dream world&gt;Bedchamber<br><strong>Current Action(s)</strong>: Dreaming a terrible dream<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Sebastian<br><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rumpelstiltskin and Gray <br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Helios%20in%20Unicorn%20form_zpsj5j6ikjy.jpg)(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Helios%20the%20Unicorn_zps9dhyhd2q.png) </div> <strong>Character name:</strong> Helios Starborn<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Robes of white with silver embroidery, like in the picture.<br><strong>Location:</strong> Rosalia, hiding the forest just outside the royal capital of Kordes {Western Pan-Germany}<br><strong>Current actions:</strong> Thwarting Rumpelstiltskin<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rumpelstiltskin and Snow White<br><br><strong>Note:</strong> Helios's speech will be highlighted in purple<br><br><hr><br><br><br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "That's right, love. Keep snarling. I love it when you rage at me. Makes you all the hotter when I feel your skin. I think in the bedroom, I'll call you Cherry Red. Speaking of cherries..."<br><br>“I'll gut you like a swine!” Snow White growled, still desperately trying to will her limbs to break free from Rumple's magic “I'll make a dagger pin cushion of you, I swear it!”<br>She felt it then, his mouth latching onto her hot woman's flower, his wide tongue licked up the seam of her petals before it shoved between to slick pink flesh within... though before she had even a moment to react to that, Rumple's hands came up to grab two sides of her skirt and yanked, the loud sound of ripping fabric echoed violently in her ears as he ripped and ripped until his head feasting upon the feminine flesh between her thighs. She gritted her teeth to fight against any sensations his ministrations were summoning in her traitorous body, Snow White would have given anything right about now for the will power to smack her knee as hard as she could into the side of his head.<br><br>“Ergh!” Snow White snarled, her teeth gritting tighter as his tongue stroked in little rough circles around her clit, the tip of his tongue then moving to swirl around the the hole of her tight channel “Bastard! You have no right to touch me like this!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "So tight and dainty."<br><br>A startled gasp escaped Snow White as Rumpelstiltskin he smacked a hand down on her womanhood, rage burned a blazing hot fire in the young raven haired queen, there was nothing more in this world she would have loved more than to shove her biggest longest dagger right into his shriveled black heart. <br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "That other fellow must not have been very attentive. Well, not to worry, I won't make you want for being touched. I daresay I won't be able to keep my hands to myself."<br><br>“Florian touched me plenty, unlike you ever will, you horrible imp!” Snow White growled, her face however soon drained of color when she saw Rumple sprout two more arms, two hands were abruptly snatching up her ankles to keep her legs apart (not that she could move anyway) and the other two&nbsp; were working at unfastening his gold hued pantaloons, unshed tears glittered along the underline of her eyes as he pushed them down over his hips and thighs, his cock was hard and lightly twitching in eager excitement “No... no, you can't! Don't you dare, don't you dare!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "We can experiment with size later, all we want." <br><br>“Don't! Don't!” Snow White screamed at him, struggling wildly against the magic that pinned her in place, but it was no use at all, she couldn't budge even a finger “You can't do thi-”<br>Snow White's protestation was immediately cut off in her great shock as Rumple ignored her completely as thrust himself inside her, she could feel him filling and stretching her as if he really was inside her, like this was all real and actually happening.<br>There was no consideration or compassion in this as he thrust into her with with a rough unrelenting aggression, this was a display of dominance, Rumple wanted to make it clear to her that she belonged to him... whether she liked it or not. Not that she'd submit to this ridiculous notion.<br><br>One hand released her right ankle and lifted to make a motion at her as if beckoning her, she was a little bit confused before something strange and rather disconcerting happened, her lips parted on their own accord and her tongue darted out if being playful... she clenched her eyes shut as she went over and over in head 'close your mouth, close your mouth, close your mouth'... much to her misery, no such luck.<br>To make matters worse, Rumple leaned forward with his own tongue to stroke and twist with hers, he tasted fine wine with a hint of fresh tropical fruit, she might have found the taste pleasant if the tongue wasn't attached to a monster of a Djinn.<br><br>He released her mouth and tongue after a moment or two of this, his breathing was coming out in excited eager pants as he crept closer and closer to his point of release, his thrusts were coming so hard now that her backside was lifting about two to three inches off the bed each time his hips thrust forward, it wouldn't be much longer now until he came, likely within the next few thrusts.<br>Snow White knew deep down none of this was real, but still... the idea of Rumple climaxing inside her, it felt to her like a brand of ownership that went to a whole new level... she just couldn't cope with it, real or not.<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "I think I'll leave you with a little something to remind you of what's to come. Give you something to look forward to. I know you want children, and I'm keen on the idea myself, on the off-chance I might perish one day. I'll live on through them, but I'd like to make sure they learn all the right lessons growing up. And I know you could never bring yourself to hate your own child, so...better start getting attached to them now."<br><br>“Rumple please, not inside! Please, just don't!” Snow White pleaded desperately, a single tear gliding down her right cheek, but she honestly should have known her pleas would fall upon uncaring ears... it was then she heard Rumple release a long groaning moan as he emptied himself inside her, thick torrents of hot seed gushing inside her womb. She'd bet anything he made his seed so hot on purpose, he wanted to make sure she felt him filling her up with it.<br><br>“You monster!” She shrieked, her furious cry echoing about the walls of the empty ballroom “Enjoy this while you can, because you will never have me in reality! Never! You will never have me as Florian did!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "They grow up so fast..." <br><br>He withdrew from her depths then and climbed off her frozen body, a look on his face that said to her that he hadn't enjoyed what she said, not at all, and he was fully intent on showing her just how much he hated it...<br>The extra arms he'd sprouted faded away now and his pants began to right themselves all on their home via the aid of magic... after which, Snow White began aware of something much stranger happening...<br>Her stomach began to swell and she could feel the most peculiar stirring within, her chocolate brown eyes widened with horror as it began to dawn on her what was going on here... the bastard was magically simulating a full term pregnancy on her “Stop this! Stop this madness immediately, Rumpelstiltskin!”<br><br>{Rumpelstiltskin "I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl...or twins! Or who knows what? I'm not sure a djinn has ever had children with a human..." <br><br>“It isn't real... it isn't real... it isn't real...” Snow White chanted aloud to herself, her eyes tight shut as she fought to ignore the sensation of close together contractions “It isn't real... I am not pregnant... I am not pregnant... it isn't real...”<br>She didn't care if Rumple found her efforts to reject this fantasy of his to be offensive, she couldn't give one flying squirrel's backside about what he thought, she wasn't going to let him break her, mind, body or spirit.<br><br><br>“You think yourself a master of dreams, Djinn! Think again!” An elegant male voice boomed throughout the ballroom “Enough of this wretched nightmare!”<br><br>The loud gallop of hooves moving at a swift run across the marble floor, followed by a glittering silver horn piercing right through Rumpelstiltskin's chest, it was that very moment that free will returned to every square inch of Snow White's body and the enchantment upon her womb faded away to leave her with her normal flat stomach.<br>A great powerful turn of the myserious savior's head and Rumpelstiltskin went flying across the room, fading away then as he hint the floor, Snow White reached for the silken bed sheets to cover herself as she turned chocolate eyes to get a good look just whom exactly had liberated her from Rumpelstiltskin's mercy (or lack of)... she released a soft gasp as she took in the sight of a large beautiful pure white horse, his white body glistened and shined as radiantly as the silver horn spiraling up from his forehead... which was surprisingly very clean after being used to impale Rumpelstiltskin... but then again, this was a dream world.<br><br>“You... you're... a unicorn...” Snow White murmured in a soft awestruck voice, leaning forward with an outstretched hand to stroke gently across his snout “Thank you for saving me, but... I do not understand... how did you do it? How did you know?”<br><br>The beautiful unicorn turned it's head with eyes that gazed upon her with a gentle warmth, a soft silver light engulfed him then and as it faded away, a man too beautiful to exist with flowing white hair and eyes as blue as a spring sky stood at the edge of the bed, his kind smile reached all the way up to his eyes.<br><br>“Details will come, fair Snow White... I am called Helios and I am waiting in the forest just outside the castle...” he said as he came around to kneel at the side of the bed “I was able to come close enough to pierce through Rumpelstiltskin's spell, but his henchman in pursuit of me have blocked my way any further. I will be in need of assistance if I am to proceed without capture. Rumpelstiltskin must not gain possession of my horn, his power would grow to levels even more terrifying than they are now”<br><br>“The forest... where exactly are you? Is there anything around to help us identify exactly where you are?” Snow White inquired gently, the assistance of a creature of such wisdom and power as a unicorn would be invaluable to their cause, these mysterious beings were the stuff of legend for a damn good reason.<br><br>“I am hiding in a cave near a lovely little pond that allows such a serene look at the stars through the tree tops, there the sweetest little white flowers dotting the grass around the pond” Helios offered “Does this offer any help?”<br><br>“Yes! Yes, I know exactly where that is!” Snow White exclaimed excitedly, though her expression fell just a little bit “Florian used to take me on picnics at that spot, I know right where it is... I'll never forget...”<br><br>“Find me there, fair one... find me before Rumpelstiltskin's henchmen do...” Helios murmured softly “I will keep myself out of sight for a long as I can”<br><br>“We will find you, just sit tight and stay hidden” Snow White vowed “And thank you again for saving me, I owe you big time for that”<br><br>“I can shield your dreams for now on from Rumpelstiltskin, so rest well and upon the dawn, come and seek me out. I think I am hidden well enough and between you and I... these henchmen... they are not too bright...”<br><br>Before Snow White had a chance to respond to that comment, the room filled up rapidly with a bright white light, engulfing the entire ballroom...<br><br><hr><br>Her eyelids flew open then and Snow White was bolting upright in bed, she turned to look with wide eyes at the concerned expression of Gray, she was momentarily confused about his presence, but there were much more important things going on right now “Gray... where is Sebastian? Find him immediately and the both of you come back here, there is a matter of the utmost urgency to be discussed! We have to rescue a unicorn!”
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