[center][b][u][i]Beauty & the Beast[/I][/u][/b]
Pairing: [color=RoyalBlue]Cursed Beast[/color] x [color=MediumPurple]Female Human[/color]
Based on Beauty and the Beast. 
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Name: Anara (No last name)
Age: 22
Ethnicity: Arab
Height: 5ft6in
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A Beast lives in a castle far away from any visitors. A young girl ends up knocking on the castle doors. She's wounded from a wild animal attacking her in the forest she was travelling through to get to the castle. She was hired to slay the beast living there. Her wounds wouldn't allow her strength to attempt such a thing. Shocked by the appearance of the person at the door but not scared. He allows her entry and helps her with her wounds. She soon learns he was once human and longs to be so again. As they grow fond of each other she ends up staying once her wounds are healed. How does she tell him she was hired to murder him? Will this change how he feels about her? Will she still go through with it?

[hider=Opening Post]The black clad woman and managed to get away to safety. She looked down at her leg and grimaced. It was a bad wound, there was blood everywhere. She winced in pain as she tried to move her leg. Looking around herself she surveyed and contemplated her options. The village was much, much further than the castle. She knew hands down she wouldn't make it back to the village before she passed out from blood loss. The castle was her only choice. 

She stood herself up with the help of a nearby tree. She had to make it to the castle and hope her mark would now be her saviour. She had been hired to kill the beast within those walls. However her plans have now changed thanks to a pack of hungry wolves. She was going to die attempting to return to the village and she may die going to the castle. Neither were great options, though they were her only ones. 

She didn't even have cloth on her to attempt to stop the bleeding. She had to act calmly and quickly. She limped and crawled her way to the castle. It was not easy. Having to keep looking and listening for more wolves to make sure she wouldn't be attacked again as she attempted her journey.

Eventually she made it to the castle. She was beyond tired and she had lost a lot of blood. She had collapsed at the huge castle doors. Her breathing had slowed and she could feel herself slipping into the inevitable blackness. With a frail hand she slapped the door as hard as she possibly could for as long as she could. She hoped that her noise would be heard. Her hand fell to the floor as she lost consciousness. She was covered in blood and dirt from crawling and falling into mud. Her wound needed treating else she would die pretty soon. All she could do was hope that her mark, the beast, would take pity on her.[/hider][/center]