The Beauty and The Beast [Bluethirteen x Purveyorofidentities]
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				Title: <strong>The Beauty and The Beast [Bluethirteen x Purveyorofidentities]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 05:34:47</strong>
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				Rain battered down on Mattie and the mysterious woman leading her along the twisting dirt path leading to the cliff behind Breth hill, the torrential rain turning it into a slew of mud and rushing water. Only a few days earlier, Mattie lived a normal life in the town of Breth, a small but important town, whose ruler was warden of the immense swath of western forests. Odd things came about in Breth. The lord of the Forest Keep had long since disappeared, a steward taking his place long ago. Until he grew too old and another steward took his place. And another. And another.<br><br>Despite the absence of a true ruler, the Keep flourished, work, money and people pouring into the keep, villages beginning to bud all around. This bountiful life took root in an annual sacrifice- every year a woman was selected from Breth, to be sent to the Beast, hidden in the woodlands, sent into the woods as though into the maw of a lion.<br><br>Mattie was this year’s sacrifice. She’d been given a few days by the city guards to cut off loose ends and bid her farewells to her loved ones- those sent to the Beast were not seen again. And on this fateful day, she awoke not only to pounding rain, but to the city guard, ready to take her away. Their faces were grim as they lead her out of the town and to a path hidden away in the woods. That was where they met the Lady in Red. Every year before the sacrifice was selected, her scarlet silhouette roamed around town, like a ghost come to haunt Breth with foreboding of the sacrifice, and every year she took the sacrifice away and into the woods, deep into the Beasts’ territory, where no one dared to tread.<br><br>The rain was cold, heavy droplets hammering down almost painfully on the two women as they slowly made their way around the hill, the muddy path slowly curling around the steep incline, the forest on either side growing wilder and thicker as they advanced. The path whittled down to nothing quickly, roots knotting and twisting- the women advanced carefully, as to not catch in the perilous terrain. On the bright side, beneath the canopy of thick branches alleviated them from the rain. A searing brown gaze peered out at Mattie from beneath the woman’s hood, staring at her intensely- her garb hiding practically all but her eyes, the strength of her stare was only strengthened.<br><br>“Do you know why you’re here, Matilda?” The Lady in Red asked, a surprisingly youthful voice coming from beneath the hood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beauty and The Beast [Bluethirteen x Purveyorofidentities]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purveyorofidentitiess</strong> on <strong>08-04-2014, 13:40:34</strong>
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				"Matilda Summers-you have been summoned three days hence to make the journey to the Beast's territory, there to be offered as sacrifice to appease him and keep our village safe."&nbsp; The announcement was made on a morning that was far too pretty for this kind of doom, and doom it so was to Matilda who had hoped that she would be passed and another woman taken in her stead-but Mattie was newly turned eighteen and it seemed habit that the sacrifices chosen were the young ones just come into the cusp of womanhood. Mattie knew she could not rally or scream against the decision, for it had been made and it could not be unmade, she supposed she should be grateful that her sister, younger by a year was not chosen for she was the apple of their mother's eye, Mattie knew it and so did Anna.<br>&nbsp;Mattie felt a pang deep in her breast at the thought of leaving her mother and sister, of the tears that had clouded their eyes as they watched Matilda go. It had been a sombre occasion when she had left, as sombre as the current weather, as sombre as the men that escorted her to the 'meeting place.' There was no one out that morning-it was customary for all to hide behind their doors while the sacrifice was led the way, in the superstitious belief that if they did not hide then the bad luck of the chosen would pass onto their daughters, or sisters forcing them to be sacrifices the following year.<br><br>The young woman kept pace with the men who formed a sort of guard around her-Mattie knew they were there more to make sure she did not escape rather then her safety. They could not risk after all the wrath of the beast should the chosen run away-not that she would, Mattie knew that she would not get very far and Anna would suffer for it. No. She would not run and face the beast as bravely as she could-it was all she could do for now. <br><br>Mattie smoothed her hands over the skirt of her dress. It was a simple day gown of pale honey colored zephyr, fine, light and silky. The bodice was well fitted to her small neat breasts. Peeping from beneath the hem of her skirt were satin slippers of the same color. <br>Her fair blonde hair, a thick mass of waist length curls when she loosed it, formed a shimmering gold nimbus about her small face when caught in the rays of the sun. Her face was hauntingly lovely, an almost perfect oval dominated by a pair of blue eyes, fair silk fringed and slanting at the corners, which added a touch of the exotic to her prettiness. For the rest she had high cheekbones, flushed a warm peach, a delicate straight nose, full rosy pink lips made for kissing and a willful little chin that just hinted at her underlying strength of character. Her waist was narrow, her hips deliciously curved above legs that were slender but shapely under the folds of her gown.<br><br>Nothing was said when the final exchange was made and the men had to watch as the slight Mattie was led away. <br><br><strong>Do you know why you’re here, Matilda?”</strong><br><br>Mattie is forced to meet the eyes of her companion as they walk through rain and muddy path-it was a sorry time to be walking. "Yes" she replies back, wondering about the face that belonged to the pretty voice and brown eyes.<br>"I am to meet the beast and you are his-" Mattie pauses uncertain. "-Servant?"<br>Something inside Mattie flares up as she then asks angrily, the weather matching her dark mood. "How can you be so calm, so placid in sending us to be sacrificed this way? Are you not a young woman yourself? It makes no sense." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beauty and The Beast [Bluethirteen x Purveyorofidentities]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlueThirteen</strong> on <strong>26-04-2014, 07:05:42</strong>
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				“You’re wrong. You do not know why you’re here.” Answered the Red Lady, pushing further between the trees, seemingly irritated by Mattie’s answer. The knotting roots grew thicker as they progressed, as did the veil of the canopy, making both their footing and the pounding rain more bearable. “You’re rather foolish to not question those old folk tales. Your sacrifice was accomplished the minute you abandoned your old life to follow me- you’re not going to die any more than I.” She shot back, her voice somewhat edgy with a mix of disdain and annoyance. Not only was Mattie’s ignorance strange to her, she knew that he presence would only make for one more distraction between her and her master.<br><br>Stepping up the hill quickly, the Red Lady looked down at Mattie as she climbed up after her, her pale dress wet and clinging to her elegant form, slightly transparent from the wetness- through it she could see every detail of her delicate curves, faint hints of slightly darker skin at her nipples, and even a bit of her womanhood, licked by the wet fabric as she trekked behind her. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “Well I can’t quite have you looking like that when you’ll meet the master.”<br><br>She pulled a hand from her cloak and unclasped it, pulling it off and revealing herself to Mattie- albeit unceremoniously. The fiery haired woman was barely older than her, though her buxom figure was far more shapely and exotic, her eyes far more aggressive. She propped the cloak out on one hand and prodded Mattie with it. “Put this on. We’ve got a ways to go before we reach Cliffside.” The mysterious woman jabbed,&nbsp; before turning her heels and pushing her way ever deeper into the woods. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">The Lady in Red</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://s-media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/61/29/13/61291325d4efa6f2e98cc2c8b5665df7.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beauty and The Beast [Bluethirteen x Purveyorofidentities]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Purveyorofidentitiess</strong> on <strong>27-04-2014, 14:19:51</strong>
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				"The legends are older then both you and I put together Lady in Red" the title comes without thought and for a moment Mattie wonders if the lady would consider it an insult, but then she decides...she really does not care. It was not supposed to be considered an insult, just a title to fill the void where the lady's name should have been. It does not occur to Mattie to ask her only because...well...she is not sure she wants to know. <em>It would just make things all the more...real. That I am here, and she is leading me to my destruction.</em> For what else could it be really?<br><br>Mattie shivers against the cool wind that seems to pick up even more, and drives the rain further inwards-she is completely soaked, and it worries her that she might be sick. <em>Sick Matilda? The beast is to eat you and you are worried about being sick?</em> the thought makes her laugh quietly before it gained volume. "What a ridiculous notion" she says out loud without thought and clearly to herself! After awhile though the humor wears itself out and she is forced to focus once more on the Lady.<br><br><strong>“Well I can’t quite have you looking like that when you’ll meet the master.”</strong><br><br>"Why is that? I thought it was eat first and ask questions later?" it was clear that the young woman did not seem to have any fear--surface wise it appeared that way considering her comments, but deep inside she is terrified of what is to come.<br>Her shivers strengthen in intensity until the Lady pushes her own cloak into Mattie's hands. The young woman looks at it dumbly and back at the Lady revealed in all her glory, she does not wait for Mattie and instead turns on her heel and continues walking, forcing the Matilda to slip the coat on around her shoulders and hurry on after all.<br><br>The Beast's servant is an attractive young woman, with the most luscious hair Mattie had ever seen. In her village everyone was most dark haired and dark eyed, it was rare to catch sight of someone with fire for hair, or someone who was dressed as down as her.<br>Mattie swallows tightly. <br>Who was this Lady?<br><br>"How long have you been in the service of the Beast Lady in Red?" Mattie finds herself asking, soon walking side by side again with the taller woman. "Who are you to him?" Matilda could be quite the curious creature, it was better that anyway then the fear threatening to swallow her whole! "Thank you for the use of your cloak" Mattie finds herself feeling a lot more warmer now because of it. "We can take turns if you wish...so you do not catch cold."
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