The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)
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				Title: <strong>The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 04:25:38</strong>
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				(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XDHzJWIrzII/TMph2f4O8uI/AAAAAAAAAco/7w5kc9LjN1c/s1600/Snowy_Castle.jpg)<br>Snow had come earlier than expected this year. It lay heavy upon the hills, its drifts hugging the walls of the hold castle. It rested in the shallow valley between two grand peaks, its position offering a grand view of the lands below. From the grand windows of the front of the castle, the small villages of the surrounding area could be seen, small pillars of smoke marking their positions against the pale blue sky. Even with its remoteness the castle was in wonderful condition, the inside warm and cozy from the various hearths, its outsides tall and stoic against the bitter winds of winter that curled around the peaks to mountains to test the castles. <br><br>From deep within the structure stirred something large. It rose from its sitting position before the grand hearth, its dark eyes having been studying the curling flames. As it rose, the ottoman that is had been seated up slowly crept away, it’s wooden legs making not a sound on the plush carpet as it moved to settled next to the grand chair that it matched. The beast rose to its towering height, peering around the room slowly. It had sat in this place for far too long, the walls always the same. With a growl he moved from the room, anger welling at its condition, the reason he was trapped inside this infernal castle and had to watch the world outside with abject hatred. <br><br>His heavy, angry steps rattled the decorations on the walls as he stormed out to the grand balcony that overlooked the entrance hall. His clawed hands grasped ornate, wood railing, his crimson cloak wrapping around him slowly as his quick pace suddenly stopped. His gaze rested upon the door, all his anger upon that cursed thing. It had opened to the enchanter of this wretched form and promised him that he would never be anything but this. The first years had been filled with anger and denial, nights spent roaring at the sky with all the savagery in his dark soul. After six years he had become consumed with the anger. That was all he had and all he needed it. It fit well within this bestial form. His dark eyes turned to the hairy, clawed fingers that had become his hands and a growl issued from his once more. <br>(http://www.scottgustafson.com/Images/Whats_New/Beauty_and_the_Beast/full_images/Beauty_and_the_Beast.png)
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 18:34:46</strong>
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				Belle had always enjoyed the winter, it came with such promise and there was something almost magical about the snow to her.&nbsp; The way it painted the world as if an artiste who’d grown tired of his work and wished to start anew.&nbsp; It left her prone to daydreams and wandering, though as a rule she tended to never venture too far.&nbsp; But there had been rumors again, floating absently through the village, brought to life by the return of several trappers who’d been out in the forest hunting wolves for pelts.&nbsp; They said…that there was life in the castle…<br><br>There’d always been some manner of rumor floating in regards to the place but Belle, who’d romanticized her head with logic and one too many books, believed not in monsters but darker truths.&nbsp; Perhaps a group of travelers had simply taken up residence in the dark foreboding castle, or it’d been pilfered by those who were looking for anything to steal or trade.&nbsp; It couldn’t possibly house magic…could it?<br><br>Such thoughts kept circling around through her mind as she walked, bundled tightly against the snow and before long, she began to realize that the forest around her had changed; grown thicker and became somewhat darker from the tangle of limbs that composed the canopy above her.&nbsp; She’d been walking further and further in that direction drawn by the strings of her curiosity.&nbsp; The people in the village couldn’t possibly be right and…she’d prove it!<br><br>The heavy gate groaned beneath the gentle push of her hands, the process made harder by the fall of snow and when she’d managed to create a space just big enough for her body, she slipped through to stare in awe up at the castle.&nbsp; There were any number of people who would lecture her for the foolishness of such, her father included but…how could she stop now?&nbsp; Not when she was so close.&nbsp; All she need do was just…take a quick peek inside, see what she could see and be happily on her way.&nbsp; There was no harm in it…right?<br><br>So it came to pass that Belle entered the castle, in a flurry of snow lined skirts with a small trail of wet footprints behind her and she’d left the door open…in the hopes of making it easier to see.&nbsp; And now?&nbsp; Well now she just wanted to find a fire…if there was one.&nbsp; The trappers had claimed to have seen smoke after all…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 20:19:04</strong>
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				The beast had heard the groan of his gate. Something was stirring in the courtyard. Anger welled up inside him, convinced that it was another band of miserable hunters and thieves come to try and steal from him. With a low growl he spun from his perch, slipping into the darkness of the castle to make his way down, plotting how he would deal with these new interlopers. He hated that they felt the need to wander into his home uninvited, taking whatever they pleased and soiling his things. No doubt they were here for more plunder, attempting to ransack the place once more.<br><br>-----<br><br>Watching the newest intruder slipping into the house, the small table that had sat next to the door wiggled a wooden leg. Slowly it stretched on out, slinking over to the open door but making slow progress as it did not want to be discovered by this unwelcome guest. Once it had reached the door, it bumped it, sending it rocking on its hinges. Scurrying back to its place, the table was frozen as the door closed with a defiant bang. The table continued to watch the guest, doubting that it knew it had just been trapped within like the rest of them.<br><br>------<br><br>The beast moved down to the main floor along a dark, spiraling staircase, even his heavy weight moving rather silently. His eyes were filled with promise of trouble whenever he found the damn intruder. As he rounded another corner, slipping along one of the secret passages that crossed the castle, he paused. Something was on the air and he breathed it in slowly. A woman? His furry head tilted to the side slowly, sniffing again to be sure. The scents were too soft and delicate to be anything other than a woman, but why would one dare to be here?<br><br>----<br><br>In the main study, just off the side of the entrance hall, a grand fireplace stirred to lift. The magical energies that ran though this place caused fires to roar in any room that the master ventured near, always promising comfort from the cold, not that he got cold. The magic could not tell the difference between the master and this guest, only sensing someone near and creating a large, inviting fire. Before the guest might notice, a small ottoman scurried over to settled before the fire, an inviting seat to whomever might come within the room. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 20:46:57</strong>
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				As her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, Belle slowly drew back the fur lined hood of her cloak causing dark auburn ringlets to spill against the curve of her shoulders and frame the smooth angular planes of her cheeks, her features pale from the bite of the cold.&nbsp; She could barely make out the end of the long length of hall that stretched out before her and the sound of her heart beating sounded loud even to her own ears.&nbsp; There was absolutely positively no reason to be afraid, the logical portion of her mind confessed, but the simple truth was that this place sent her mind racing with possibility and flights of fancy.<br><br>“This doesn’t seem so bad…,” she confessed aloud simply to hear the sound of her own voice in an attempt to break the silence that seemed so tangible here it was almost alive.&nbsp; That alone felt as if it could choke her.&nbsp; “Really it do-Oh!”&nbsp; The girl’s rambling trailed into the short cry that had her spinning abruptly on the ball of her foot and turning to face the door as it slammed closed; her heart caught somewhere in her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>“Sweet heavens,” she mused, having realized her steps where carrying her backwards of their own accord, her back pressing in against the curve of the doorframe that lead into the main study.&nbsp; “It’s only the wind…,” Belle tried to remind herself.&nbsp; “It pulls through drafty places like this and it’s sent the door closed is all.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>Absoutely</em> nothing to send you into a panic over.&nbsp; You know that, now breathe and stop talking to yourself.” She chided, hands smoothing in against the front of heavy blue wool skirts to help shake some of the snow off the hem.&nbsp; <br><br>The sight of the fire blazing up to life had her blood running as cold as the snow and from the corner of her eye she could have sworn that she’d seen something move but…there was nothing there <em>to</em> move.&nbsp; Just the warm welcome of the blaze and the sight of a ottoman sitting before the blaze.&nbsp; Had it been there just a moment ago?&nbsp; “Of course it was, you know things don’t move,” she muttered to herself, before daintly clearing her throat and inching deeper into the room and towards the warmth of the hearth.<br><br>It made it easier to see now that her eyes had adjusted and the fire offered more light.&nbsp; But…where had the fire come from?&nbsp; “Hello?”&nbsp; She ventured now, in a slightly louder voice meant to carry as she tugged the gloves from her hands and tucked them into her pocket; coming to stand before the blaze with her hands held out to drink in the warmth.&nbsp; “Hello!&nbsp; Is anyone out there?”&nbsp; Though…from within, it was impossible to see that the snow had begun falling anew and would in short order make travel through the woods on foot…impossible. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 22:12:06</strong>
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				The beast was fixated on that scent. It had been far too long since had been around it and he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. It stirred a number of things inside him, things that hadn’t been stirred in many years. This was thought provoking to say the least and he paused to wonder at this sudden change. Of course he was still angry, who wouldn’t be when some burst into their home with invitation. But it was pushed aside at the moment by the intrigue that had come to him with this new scent, something that he wanted to enjoy a bit more.<br><br>Following it, he moved from the secret passage and entered the actual hall. He had come out close to the front door and found it closed. Perhaps whoever had come in had also ventured back out swiftly. He could only hope for such things. But as he was turning his eyes spotted something and he looked down to see the wet footprints upon the floor. A deep growl rolled through his frame, loud enough to bounce down the hall and fill the ears of the intruder. <br><br>Moving forward, his rage now taking over, he was practically on all fours as he moved down the hall, his eyes focused on the light of the study. He drew up to his full height at the doorframe, a menacing sight. His hands curled around the doorframe, eyes glinting with anger in the light of the fire. A deep growl was still rolling through him. When he spoke, his voice was deep and savage. “How dare you enter my home!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 00:24:09</strong>
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				There was a tension in the room, thick and heavy and with each and every passing second, it seemed to be mounting though the girl could never put her finger on where it was coming from.&nbsp; If she’d not known better she’d have believed that the furniture was trembling with tension but it’d not moved at all.&nbsp; Still the sensation was enough to have the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing to attention and her leaning in closer to the fire to ward off the chill.<br><br>For the briefest of moment she could have sworn she heard something too, something light scraping softly in the distance but…in the end she decided that it was simply a branch or a limb rustling against a window somewhere.&nbsp; It was an old surely one to make all sorts of noises.&nbsp; “There’s no reason for all this…,” <em>nervousness</em>.<br><br>That’d been what the girl was going to say but now…now with the weight of what she was sure to be a gaze resting on her back and the sound of someone in the doorway…Belle turned, even as he spoke and before the warmth of the fire found that…her body suddenly felt cold as ice.&nbsp; His…<em>home</em>?&nbsp; He…lived here?&nbsp; Here in this…<br><br>Ever rumor and floating piece of drivel that had surfaced over the years revolving around this castle slammed all at once into her mind and hesitantly she took a step back only to feel the warmth of the hearth rising the closer she got warning her that she’d no where to go…no where to escape to.&nbsp; “I…,” she stammered, while his eyes seemed to glow with the fires of hell and truly, as those dark eyes drifted over his figure, she didn’t know if he always looked that way or it was simply cast from the fire’s reflection.&nbsp; “I..just…the gate was open….and there were rumors…..,” frantically she looked around, searching for an exit that wasn’t blocked by Him but her gaze kept returning.<br><br>“You’re…you…what…”<br><br>She couldn’t put it into words, but the incredulous expression on her face seemed to say enough.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 08:27:12</strong>
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				[Notice: I will be leaving town for the weekend for family things. Soonest return will be Monday afternoon. Apologies for the short notice.]<br><br>His heavy claws scratched against the polished wood for the door frame. There was shock and surprise in the eyes of the woman before him. Even as he took her in, noting that she was quite lovely, such things would not overcome his mounting anger. This was his home, his sanctuary now that he was this monster. He did not venture out into the world and he did not want the world venturing into his. And yet here stood a young woman, stammering about the rumors that surrounded his castle.<br><br>For a second he just watched her, not even moving, his breathing heavy from the anger pumping through his veins. And then she said the very thing she should have never done. He could tell from her jumbled talk that she was about to call him a monster. It was bad enough that he had to deal with this hideous visage but when others stated it he nearly hit the room. He came forward in a rush, closing the distance between them. His form seemed to surround her as his large hands impacted the hearth heavy. Lowering his head so as to be eye level with her, he growled deeply, every syllable that he spoke filled with anger. “Not only do you come into my home, but you intend to call be a beast. For that you shall spend your days here. What is my prison shall now be yours too.”<br><br>With another growl he spun away, too enraged to stand before her without striking her. Even with his anger he wouldn’t be able to strike a woman. At least he did not think so, but he certainly did not want to find out. Footsteps falling heavily, he thundered out of the room, heading for the grand staircase to return up to his dark room where he could be alone with his anger.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>22-11-2010, 02:00:32</strong>
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				The young woman couldn’t stop staring at him, there was simply so much to take in.&nbsp; The curl of those claws on his hands, the thick mane of fur that seemed to cover his entire body.&nbsp; He looked like one of those lions almost, the ones she’d seen in the books only walking upright and dressed?&nbsp; For a fleeting second she was tempted to consider that she’d simply slipped on something when she’d come in and hit her head; that she was merely dreaming and hadn’t yet managed to wake up.&nbsp; Surely things like this couldn’t readily exist…<br><br>And yet, it seemed so <em>real</em>, the fall of his breath the coil of fear in her stomach when he rushed the room and had her backing as close to the fire as she dared for fear of catching her skirts on fire; yet his hands braced on either side of her and he was so close!&nbsp; She could feel the fall of his breath then, the warm wash of it against her skin when he growled and despite the fact that faint tremors ran from head to toe in the girls body…she still hand a terrible itch to reach out and touch him.&nbsp; Just once, just to feel the fur between her fingers and see if he really was real.<br><br>Belle was so caught up in the thought that it took a moment for his words to register.&nbsp; “I..I wasn’t,” she stammered, shaking her head in denial and sending those tousled curls to dancing against her cheeks.&nbsp; “I was just…I don’t know what you are,” she breathed on a whisper, as curiosity got the better of her and she reached out, oh so hesitantly to brush the very tips of her fingers against the curve of his forearm.<br><br>And he spun away.<br><br>Away and didn’t stop until he was out of sight, leaving her sagging where she stood and trying to take in everything that’d just happened.&nbsp; It was real.&nbsp; It was.&nbsp; She’d felt his fur for herself, the softness of it for that breath of a second that she’d been allowed to touch him.&nbsp; Only then once the awe had worn off and the silence of the room save for the snap and crackle of those flames offered sound did the full impact of his words sink in.&nbsp; <em>His prison.</em>&nbsp; …her prison?<br><br>“But what does he <em>mean</em>,” she bemoaned in the silence, stepping away from the hearth and peeling out of her cloak; it’d gotten far too warm there in front of the fire.&nbsp; “Surely I can leave…”<br><br>She just…had to do a bit of exploring first.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>23-11-2010, 05:29:07</strong>
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				The beast was still filled with rage as he moved through the castle, every footstep seeming to shake the walls around him. He could not believe the woman had wanted to touch him. How very insulting to have someone enter your house, move about as if it was their own, insult you and then try to touch you as well. With a growl he stormed up the main staircase and move up to his wing of the castle. Heavy hands impacted the cracked double doors, practically knocking them off their hinges. As he moved forth, they closed behind him with a resounding bang.<br><br>It wasn’t until he was alone and had stormed off some of his anger that he was able to consider what had occurred in the study. Why had she tried to touch him? Every other encounter that he had with humans ended with them running at the first sight of him. But she had been different for some reason. Where he had expected her to scream and run, she had muttered through trying to figure out what he was and then trying to touch him. A growl tried to shake the thoughts. She was just a naïve woman but that was her problem. Such offences could not go unpunished and so he had told her that she would never leave. Thanks to the enchantments that kept the castle in the state that it was would assure that she would never leave unless he bid her go. Every door outside would not budge and no window would open to her hand. <br><br>Growling, he fell back into his anger, casting the already tattered place into even more dishevel. He would spent the night raging, casting things about random for he would settle before the fire, gazing into it and letting the flame reflect the fires in his own heart and soul, letting everything smolder within him as he had always done, the fired of rage never truly burning out. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 02:47:08</strong>
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				Belle could hear him.&nbsp; The thunder in every step that echoed out like his temper.&nbsp; The way the castle seemed to hold it’s breath, as if it too were alive and could feel his wrath.&nbsp; Even the slam of those doors sent goosebumps to running up and down the length of her arms and left her rubbing them despite the warmth in the room.&nbsp; <em>I didn’t mean to make him so upset…</em><br><br>And it –was- a him, she was sure of it.<br><br>But…something else was nagging at her too, as she slowly made her way from the room and began exploring the first floor.&nbsp; For every step she took, she felt as if she were always missing catching sight of something out of the corner of her eye.&nbsp; Some sign of movement, some piece of life that whispered of something more being there yet…every time she stopped to look around or focus upon where she’d last seen the movement…nothing was moving at all.<br><br>And the fire…seemed to follow her.<br><br>Try as she might, while Belle explored, she could not find the piece of her mind that told her the proper story of this place and she was positively sure that there was one so…why couldn’t she remember it?&nbsp; There were many whispers among the people of the village and many tales…but none of them had the ring of truth in their cores.<br><br>She’d wandered through the kitchen and even ventured into the study, though that sensation of being watched never seemed to leave and all around the castle seemed to whisper of brighter happier times.&nbsp; So…what had happened?&nbsp; Where had the people gone, the joy that echoed out from the few paintings that remained intact upon the walls?&nbsp; And why…had every window she brushed against seemed to become all the more stubbornly immobile at her urgings?<br><br>The door had been much the same and before long, she’d tucked herself away again inside the first room she’d come across, small frame tucked into a chair thrice her size with her cloak as a pillow beneath her head.&nbsp; She didn’t dare venture up the stairs…not yet for fear of running into him again while he was caught up in his temper.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; She’d remain here and wait and hope…that when morning came the snow would have ceased and perhaps, just perhaps he’d be more inclined to allowing her to leave.<br><br>But why…was she still wanting to get his story first?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>24-11-2010, 20:17:41</strong>
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				The beast could hear her attempts, even within the isolation of his room. Over the years he had growing accustom to the sensations of magic that filled this dreaded place. Every time she attempted to leave he would feel the flux of magic, always just a little tingle at the edge of his senses but he knew it was there nonetheless. It would seem that she had not taken his claim serious and was trying to leave. But her attempts seemed short lived as eventually the house settled down and for a moment he wondered what had happened to her. His anger overcame the thoughts and he spent the night seated and glaring.<br><br>He stirred with the first morning light, his anger quite a bit lessened but always ready to exploded, the hot coals ever ready to ignite. At first he felt it was like any other day, but then he caught something, a scent. Glancing around, it took him a moment for his memory to recall what it was. Suddenly he set off, moving silently now as he checked the upper levels and then moved to the main floor, his curiosity and anger stirring slightly. When he noticed the fire burning in the study still he closed on it. On all fours he crept into the room thought he did not know what was causing him to be to secretive. Slipping to the back of the chair, he slowly rose up to look over the back of it. The scent was strong here and then he spotted her.<br><br>At first his anger welled up but it stopped short as he watched her sleeping. She was rather quite beautiful, even to him. Moving around the chair, his dark eyes looked at her curled form, watching her body rising and falling slowly with the breathing. It had been a long time since he had watched someone sleep and suddenly it fascinated him. Before he could stop himself, one furry finger reached out, the knuckle brushing her cheek to feel how warm she was. When she stirred from the touch he jumped back, barring his teeth in anger. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dahling</strong> on <strong>27-11-2010, 18:07:57</strong>
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				She’d slept in a tangle of limbs, one leg draped over the arm of the chair, her slipper having fallen away when she slept so that her stocking clad toes stretched towards the warmth of the fire.&nbsp; Auburn curls drifted against the curve of her cheek as one arm lay flat against the smooth expanse of her stomach, the other still tucked beneath her head.&nbsp; The reassuring sounds of the fire, the snap and crackle of those logs, the scent of pine and cedar that drifted from the flames lured her into a compliant sense of safety.<br><br>One that reminded her of home and as she slept and settled the rhythm of her breathing into one of peace as she dreamed.&nbsp; And it was the strangest dream too, of a man who wasn’t that at all, but something that reminded her of those creatures who stalked the pages of her stories, wild in jungles or roaming freely in the mountains.&nbsp; He’d been as soft, as silky as she’d imagined them to be but he’d told her that she was trapped, trapped for trespassing.<br><br>But the silky sensation stayed with her, lingered so that it felt almost…<em>real</em>.&nbsp; She stirred with the thought, but never much.&nbsp; Simply the sleepy rise of those lashes before she squinted and peered at him more intently, a look of curious confusion on her face.&nbsp; “I…had a dream,” she mused, with a note of whimsy in her voice.&nbsp; “And you were in it,” that marvel remained in her voice, the quiet awe as she pulled her leg down from the arm of the chair and struggled to sit upright.<br><br>“You’re real, aren’t you?”&nbsp; It’s marvel that remains in her tone now, while the smile that rests on her face is an easy one as she took in the way he seemed coiled defensively, as if he expected her to do something strange.&nbsp; “It’s alright though,” she reassured. “I won’t hurt you.&nbsp; What’s your name?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Beast and the Beauty (Dahling and Artemis)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>29-11-2010, 20:12:20</strong>
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				He had recoiled even more as she seemed to stir and begin to wake. His body tensed, waiting for the coming scream as there always was one when they laid their eyes upon him. But it never came. Instead she seemed to be speaking to him directly and softly, asking him if he was real. At first he did not know how to react to it but as her words continued to ring in his ears they stirred his anger. How dare she question if he was real or not, he would show her that he was very real. With a deep growl, he came forward in a rush, practically tackling the chair. As it tumbled over, he grabbed her by her arms, hoisting her easily into the air with his powerful arms. His eyes burned with anger as he watched her. “I am real enough foolish woman. You insist on continuing to insult me for some reason and so shall be punished for each insult.”<br><br>He dropped her to her feet roughly and leaned close to her face, he voice a deep growl. “You shall receive no food until you learn proper respect for the owner of this castle. When you have done so then perhaps I will allow you to eat. Until them enjoy your loneliness.”<br>
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