Sacrificed (sugarplum and Wolfy)
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				Title: <strong>Sacrificed (sugarplum and Wolfy)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sugarplum</strong> on <strong>29-05-2012, 02:07:12</strong>
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				One fateful night, when the moon was full and round... tragedy struck. A werebeast tore through the peaceful town, the little homes nestled in trees shaken down with lusting howls and long, shredding claws that cut deep. In the moments before anyone realized what was happening, lives were lost... throats torn open, then bled out. The reaction, naturally, had been self-defense, those with the sense to armed themselves and struck the beast down without considering the consequences. If it hadn't been done, the beast would have killed all of them even long after it's belly was full... but this didn't matter to the mate of the beast-- A shapeshifter who made residence in the area and was more than formidable. <br><br>It didn't matter that the death had been in self defense, or that there were corpses to prove it. In his terrible rage, he demanded retribution- in the form of a sacrifice. A beautiful young woman whose beauty equalled that of his fallen mate. To make sure his demand was met, he destroyed a large portion of the fae village and left all there in terror with the terrible memory of bones snapping and blood curdling screams. Three days... someone there only had three days to live before they were forced to make the choice, and they quarrelled bitterly among themselves. Everyone was terrified that they would be selected, no one was willing to go... and who would be? It was apparent by the rage of the beast that the death of the chosen would be calculatedly slow. If they didn't, they would all meet that fate... deliberately, slowly... eaten alive... one by one. <br><br>When night fell on the second day, though no one knew it... the choice was made for them. Elle, a beautiful young faerie girl snuck out in the night, and though she was afraid... she was determined, for the better of everyone, to go through with this. There could be no lovelier sacrifice, she was slender but curved like an hourglass; her long hair fell in loose curls about her back, the very same shade of the petals from the reddest rose. Real roses were woven into her hair, leaving the lovely fragrance of flowers every where she stepped. Her eyes were forget-me-not blue, and anyone met with her gaze could see the fire in her soul. Elle was strong, resourceful, and for better or for worse...&nbsp; impulsive. Her wings were iridescent and seemed to glow, the colors shifting and swirling like the surface of an opal. Tonight she wore her best gown, backless and strapless, it was as if she was wearing moonlight. Standing at his door, she called out-- "<em>Great shifter, I have come as you demanded. I am your sacrifice."</em>
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