La Belle et La Bête (LunaTalula & GryphonCompanion)
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				Title: <strong>La Belle et La Bête (LunaTalula &amp; GryphonCompanion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GryphonCompanion</strong> on <strong>04-12-2010, 04:08:05</strong>
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				Jean-Sebastian des Étoiles was a high-ranking lord in the king's retinue. He served the king of France by overseeing a numerous amount of land that no other wished to touch. There were stagnant swamps, haunted forests, former battlefields, and ancient barrows in the land he controlled. Many things undead and unholy lurked in this part of the country, but he remained ever diligent to the task he had taken upon himself and ever vigilant to keep that which goes bump in the night reined in. While doing this he protected the citizens that chose to call these places home, flushing out any that dabbled in arts to control evil and undead.<br><br>He had set his residence upon a small plateau that overlooked most of his land, keeping a strategic observation and defensive point in case anything ever went wrong with his charges. There was an existing castle, slightly decrepit from time and weather. But he had it all restored, and a new wing added. The entirety of it was furnished comfortably, yet not lavishly like most lordlings. He kept only the bare minimum of servants to keep the household running properly.<br><br>After what seemed like ages (only five years though), Jean-Sebastian found that he was lonely despite keeping consistently busy by this attack or that sighting. He set out to find love. He was a young lord, no more than twenty-five years in age, yet his experience and knowledge were far beyond what his age told of him. And his kindness....his kindness was the talk of the land. 'Twas loved by the folk, and hated, despised, by the wicked things.<br><br>It was also his kind heart that led to his downfall.....<br><br>A demon-dealing, fortune-telling witch set out to take full advantage of Jean-Sebastian's deep-seeded loneliness, and the heart of gold that he possessed. She was a young beauty that too was beyond her years in experience and knowledge. She had all the right curves for a man's lust, and all the right words for a man's will. Genevieve Aucunâme was her name. And fall in love with her he did, for all the wrong reasons. A year passed, and it was time to rid the world of Jean-Sebastian for all time. But one thing happened that was rather unplanned. Genevieve fell in love with the man that she so despised in the beginning. His kind heart softened her own.<br><br>But it was too late. Her plan brought a former demonic lover to the realm. It was extremely jealous and protective of her. When it saw her with another male, it decided to annihilate them both feeling betrayed. Jean-Sebastian and the demon fought equally until the former began to grow tired from the force thrust upon him. Finally disarmed and prone on the ground, the demon delivered the final blow. But Genevieve, realizing how she truly loved him, sacrificed herself and took the blow to save him.<br><br>"Stupid girl!" the demon bellowed. "Die then as you deserve to..." He spit against her. She looked into Jean-Sebastian's eyes, "I...am sorry, my love. Thank you for...loving me, showing me how to live. Do not forget me...I love you." With those last words, she passed on to the next realm. Stricken with utter grief, Jean-Sebastian went after the demon with newly found strength and rage. As he dispatched the fallen being, it spit a curse at him that for as long as he lived, he would live with the grief he now knew, and be feared by all more than what he protected his people from. Thus he was transformed into a wretched beast, howling in pain as he changed. What remained after the transformation was what could only be described as a two-legged dire felwolf. Horns grew out of his head, eyes turned amber and shined at night. His teeth became razor sharp fangs, hands and feet grew claws. He was now hulking with an overly muscular torso.<br><br>For years beyond the demonic's words rang true. He was now the Beast that no one would go near ever again..........
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				Title: <strong>Re: La Belle et La Bête (LunaTalula &amp; GryphonCompanion)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LunaTalula</strong> on <strong>09-12-2010, 03:11:07</strong>
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				Josephine Viola Ashmore (http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs50/i/2009/308/4/4/victorian_lady_by_la_sera.jpg) was a gently-bred lady. She is both English and French, her parents having been placed into a betrothed marriage the day Josephine’s mother was born. Her father was a Lord of England, where his ancestral home, Ashmore Castle, sits upon a cliff, overlooking the ocean. It had been a couple years since Josephine had been to the castle. Her parents are both deceased, having caught a nasty cold that quickly turned into pneumonia. She’d been eighteen at the time, and now, just after her twentieth birthday, she planned on returning to Ashmore Castle after inheriting it from her parents. Since no sons were born, and none of the male relatives wanted the castle, Josephine was granted the title and land of her ancestral home. The only thing stopping her from going back to England was the mere fact she’d been kidnapped by a group of ruffians. Apparently, what she gathered, their ‘Lord’ wanted her for his own. He wasn’t the only man who considered himself a high prize, but the only lunatic crazy enough to actually kidnap her. The man had to be French, for only the French were romantic exaggerators and, plus, she was in France; the men spoke the language, thankfully, she did as well.<br><br>Currently, she was bound at the wrists, her ankles tied to stirrups as she sat straddled on the back of a beautiful black gelding. The horse was tall and well fed, from what she saw before the ruffians blind-folded her. She saw nothing but darkness and yet she knew they traveled North. The lead ruffian had tethered their horses together, guiding her through the forest. They stayed off the main road for fear of being seen with the captured Miss Ashmore. She was highly thought of young lady, men from both England and France vying to marry the young mistress just to gain her castle and lands. She was considered one of the most beautiful ladies of both countries with her long blonde hair, curls framing her delicate face and then, when not bound, hanging like a heavy blanket down her back. She was very petite, but with hips round and breasts well endowed. Her attire was always ahead of fashion thanks to her personal tailor who just so happened to be ahead of other fashion clothes designers. Though, her current attire was far from fashionable. The ruffians had stripped her of the elegant clothes she’d worn before and replaced it with a simple dress one might wear to milk a cow. They had left her feet bare and they were now freezing, numb from the cold. It was the middle of winter, almost December and snow blanketed the ground. At least, they had allowed her a cloak, she thought wearily.<br><br>“Jacques, if we do not find shelter, we will all freeze. The Lord will not be pleased if Miss Ashmore is frozen to death if we continue any further.” She heard, what she considered to be, the second-in-command’s voice. He paused a moment, then rambled on in a French accent. “There is a blizzard, I’m sure of it, coming in our way. We must find shelter soon!”<br><br>Jacques had stopped the horses. He seemed to consider the man’s words, pondering if finding shelter was a good idea. Their Lord expected them back by tomorrow morning. If they stopped, they would not arrive at their destination till, at the least, midnight tomorrow. But, he could feel the blizzard coming; the temperature had dropped and the scent of snow was crisp in the air. After a moment of further consideration, he finally nodded. “You are right. We will take shelter and I know the perfect place. The abandoned castle in the middle of the plateau not too far from here; it’s less than thirty miles away. We will make it in time.”<br><br>Happy with their leader’s decision, they all started once again through the forest until finally they came upon the plateau. The castle wasn’t too much further and, even though they all knew the story of some beast residing in this particular castle, none believe it to be true. They believed the Lord who lived in it before had been killed, along with his servants. Demons, magic, and beasts just simply did not exist in their world. As they approached the castle, Jacques looked up at the towering walls, a closed gate before the group. In the forest, they heard howling and each member, including Josephine, felt a shiver down their spines. “Don’t just stand there, you fools! Open the gate and let’s get inside before we all freeze to death!” <br><br>Scurrying to obey his orders, they managed to open the gate, guide the skittish horses through and towards the front door, which was also closed. It didn’t take make effort opening it though and soon, everyone was inside, except for one as he put the horses somewhere safe and warm for the night. Josephine had fallen to the snowy ground, forcing Jacques to carry her into the foyer and then into a large chamber with an equally large fireplace. The men had a fire going not too long after and were scattered about the chamber, sitting in chairs or on the floor. Jacques was leaning against a window and looking out, keeping watch. Josephine was lying on the floor, having been deposited in front of the fire where her entire body had begun to thaw. She remained tied at the wrists, her ankles now tied together. If they thought she’d try to escape, then they were just ridiculous creatures. She was too frozen and wore out to even lift a finger. She had a bruise on her eye and her head hurt where they’d practically clobbered her during her capture. Josephine wished she was already back in England and wondered if people were searching for her…. She prayed someone would rescue her before these men succeeded in their mission.<br>
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