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Dear lord I am SO behind on everything in this game D:
They were the same nightmares that haunted her for the last week. The events of her wedding repeating over and over. Other past memories making their way through. Gaston’s death and memories of Rumpelstiltskin…It was as if her mind was confused, torn. Although emotions such as those shouldn’t have existed; Gaston was dead and Rumpelstiltskin had pushed Belle away.
The whisper’s entered her ears, it sounded like they were apart of her memories and dreams. Voices of surprise, intrigue, happiness and even excitement. The steady clopping of the horse’s hooves, the subtle rise and fall as the large animal moved. The villagers watched, momentarily forgetting the fire that burned within the forest as Mushu slowly trotted through the town. The small woman watched them all, as if she was looking for something, someone.
Mushu’s head snapped to her left as she heard Belle’s name being called out from a distance, an older, stalkier man running through the villagers, pushing through them. She pulled back on the reins, the horse not stopping immediately.
Belle’s name was still being called out by the man as he approached. It sounded distant to her ears, slowly it grew closer, louder until the voice boomed in her ears. But that wasn’t the reason Belle’s eyes shot open. It was the burning pain that seared through her right hand. Looking down at her limb she watched in fear as tears swelled in her eyes. Bones breaking and reforming, black claws breaking through her human fingernails. The pain travelled through her veins, up her arm and neck, across her chest and face. Her eyes began to glow in an unnatural manner.
Raising her head she looked around, the buildings were familiar, hauntingly so. Belle’s name was called once more as she looked over in fear. Her father approached, her sisters not far behind. She hadn’t time to say anything as she struggled through the pain, attempting to get off the horse. The animal reared in fear and pain as her newly forming claws dug into it’s flesh. The animal knocked her off, Belle wincing as she hit the stone path, Mushu attempting to calm the large horse. Belle felt a soft touch, her back arched as he spine pushed out, viciously pressing against the fabric of her dress that began to tear. She met her father’s gaze briefly, her eyes vicious. A scream of pain escaped her as more fabric began to tear. Her body beginning to change more rapidly, slowly expanding and growing larger. Belle tried to move, run…to get away but the pain had her pinned.
Her dress was sprawled across the stone road in rags. In Belle’s place there was something else, it was large, thick, covered in dark brown fur, similar to the colour of Belle’s hair. It panted for a few moments. Slowly the beast moved, it began to rise, at first just on four legs, like a dog. Although much larger than it seemed moments ago it wasn’t till it came to it’s full height on it's two hind legs that the people of the village began to panic. It’s long tail swaying from side to side as it slowly turned around. Belle’s father watched in true horror as he slowly stepped back. It’s eyes were a burning amber, the same colour as Belle’s eyes. This gaze held hunger, a great amount of hunger. Fully turning it’s body around the beast looked at all the humans that began to scatter, a low growl rumbling in it’s throat.
"Look out! That beast killed Gaston!" One villager shouted in terror as he tried to sway the children from approaching the beast in their juvenile curiosity. It had only been assumed that Belle had died after chasing after this very same beast on the day of her wedding. However watching the beauty transform into the beast with their very own eyes, the villagers were starting to piece together what had really happened.
Looking down at the closest human, the beast approached the elderly man. He stumbled backwards, the beast dropping back on all fours with one arm on either side of the man. Maurice, Belle’s father looked up in horror, tears rolling down his cheeks. It snarled at the man, fangs bare. It roared at the man and before being able to proceed with the kill, the creature’s head shot to the right, an irritating pain stabbing at it’s shoulder. A weapon of some sorts stuck out from the fur, the creature grabbed it and yanked it out as it roared at it’s assailant.
The small female, Mushu, ran towards the horse and quickly jumped on it. Spurring the large horse they tore off, the beast following behind with a surprising amount of speed for it’s size.
The whisper’s entered her ears, it sounded like they were apart of her memories and dreams. Voices of surprise, intrigue, happiness and even excitement. The steady clopping of the horse’s hooves, the subtle rise and fall as the large animal moved. The villagers watched, momentarily forgetting the fire that burned within the forest as Mushu slowly trotted through the town. The small woman watched them all, as if she was looking for something, someone.
Mushu’s head snapped to her left as she heard Belle’s name being called out from a distance, an older, stalkier man running through the villagers, pushing through them. She pulled back on the reins, the horse not stopping immediately.
Belle’s name was still being called out by the man as he approached. It sounded distant to her ears, slowly it grew closer, louder until the voice boomed in her ears. But that wasn’t the reason Belle’s eyes shot open. It was the burning pain that seared through her right hand. Looking down at her limb she watched in fear as tears swelled in her eyes. Bones breaking and reforming, black claws breaking through her human fingernails. The pain travelled through her veins, up her arm and neck, across her chest and face. Her eyes began to glow in an unnatural manner.
Raising her head she looked around, the buildings were familiar, hauntingly so. Belle’s name was called once more as she looked over in fear. Her father approached, her sisters not far behind. She hadn’t time to say anything as she struggled through the pain, attempting to get off the horse. The animal reared in fear and pain as her newly forming claws dug into it’s flesh. The animal knocked her off, Belle wincing as she hit the stone path, Mushu attempting to calm the large horse. Belle felt a soft touch, her back arched as he spine pushed out, viciously pressing against the fabric of her dress that began to tear. She met her father’s gaze briefly, her eyes vicious. A scream of pain escaped her as more fabric began to tear. Her body beginning to change more rapidly, slowly expanding and growing larger. Belle tried to move, run…to get away but the pain had her pinned.
Her dress was sprawled across the stone road in rags. In Belle’s place there was something else, it was large, thick, covered in dark brown fur, similar to the colour of Belle’s hair. It panted for a few moments. Slowly the beast moved, it began to rise, at first just on four legs, like a dog. Although much larger than it seemed moments ago it wasn’t till it came to it’s full height on it's two hind legs that the people of the village began to panic. It’s long tail swaying from side to side as it slowly turned around. Belle’s father watched in true horror as he slowly stepped back. It’s eyes were a burning amber, the same colour as Belle’s eyes. This gaze held hunger, a great amount of hunger. Fully turning it’s body around the beast looked at all the humans that began to scatter, a low growl rumbling in it’s throat.
"Look out! That beast killed Gaston!" One villager shouted in terror as he tried to sway the children from approaching the beast in their juvenile curiosity. It had only been assumed that Belle had died after chasing after this very same beast on the day of her wedding. However watching the beauty transform into the beast with their very own eyes, the villagers were starting to piece together what had really happened.
Looking down at the closest human, the beast approached the elderly man. He stumbled backwards, the beast dropping back on all fours with one arm on either side of the man. Maurice, Belle’s father looked up in horror, tears rolling down his cheeks. It snarled at the man, fangs bare. It roared at the man and before being able to proceed with the kill, the creature’s head shot to the right, an irritating pain stabbing at it’s shoulder. A weapon of some sorts stuck out from the fur, the creature grabbed it and yanked it out as it roared at it’s assailant.
The small female, Mushu, ran towards the horse and quickly jumped on it. Spurring the large horse they tore off, the beast following behind with a surprising amount of speed for it’s size.
Sucks to see you go Calla! To our paths crossing once again in the near future!
Will have something up ASAP. Another collab is coming though...don't kill me!
Major Ursa said
I am available, guys...*waggles la eyebrows*...for collaborations.
I greatly enjoyed this. The vision in my mind was fantastic.
Finally got a chance to sit down. I'll try to get something up tonight, no promises.
The voices of the villagers echoed through her sensitive ears, everything so crisp. Something she was still unable to get used to. The woman wasn’t sure how long it had been. She had watched the days and nights pass by but there was no sure way to tell how long it had been. She wasn’t focused on the days, she was more worried about herself. She tried to move away from the groups that approached her. Her eyes scanning the forest for the cursed pale pink flower that triggered what ever this spell was.
Her dress was tattered as she ran through the tall grass and closely knit trees. Still in her wedding gown, her hair a mess, twigs and leaves stuck in her light brown locks. A voice called out to her right, her head shot in that direction. A man stood atop a hill, pointing towards her he called her name. She looked back in terror and ran without paying attention. The flower wasn’t in her line of sight but it’s unforgettable scent had entered her nostrils. The pain begun, her eyes glowing. She tried to move in the opposite direction of the scent, fighting the pain that was slowly consuming her body. The pain started to fade away, her eyes returning to their normal, more human amber colour.
The voices grew louder, worry starting to overcome the brown haired woman’s expression. Figures began closing in on her, surrounding her, calling her name. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in fast. Pushing her body forward she managed to slip passed a few trees that lead to a thicker part of the forest. The villagers continued to call out her name. They approached but the darkness of the woods slowed them down. She continued to run until the sounds of the villagers were distant. Stopping she looked around. Dropping to the ground she cried in her hands.
What was left of her clothes had turned from a pure white to a dirty stained brown and grey. She removed her torn gloves and tossed them aside. Her face was streaked with dirt as she wiped away the tears. Her crying grew more violent, tears flowing down her face. Her body trembled as she looked down at her blood stained hands. How had it happened? Why her? What was the reason behind this? She had killed…not just anyone, Gaston her love, the person that mattered most to her.
What had she ever done to deserve such a curse, Belle had always been kind, never wishing harm upon anyone. Now it was as if all eyes were on her, the lingering feeling of someone constantly watching, as if they knew what she had done…
Her dress was tattered as she ran through the tall grass and closely knit trees. Still in her wedding gown, her hair a mess, twigs and leaves stuck in her light brown locks. A voice called out to her right, her head shot in that direction. A man stood atop a hill, pointing towards her he called her name. She looked back in terror and ran without paying attention. The flower wasn’t in her line of sight but it’s unforgettable scent had entered her nostrils. The pain begun, her eyes glowing. She tried to move in the opposite direction of the scent, fighting the pain that was slowly consuming her body. The pain started to fade away, her eyes returning to their normal, more human amber colour.
The voices grew louder, worry starting to overcome the brown haired woman’s expression. Figures began closing in on her, surrounding her, calling her name. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in fast. Pushing her body forward she managed to slip passed a few trees that lead to a thicker part of the forest. The villagers continued to call out her name. They approached but the darkness of the woods slowed them down. She continued to run until the sounds of the villagers were distant. Stopping she looked around. Dropping to the ground she cried in her hands.
What was left of her clothes had turned from a pure white to a dirty stained brown and grey. She removed her torn gloves and tossed them aside. Her face was streaked with dirt as she wiped away the tears. Her crying grew more violent, tears flowing down her face. Her body trembled as she looked down at her blood stained hands. How had it happened? Why her? What was the reason behind this? She had killed…not just anyone, Gaston her love, the person that mattered most to her.
What had she ever done to deserve such a curse, Belle had always been kind, never wishing harm upon anyone. Now it was as if all eyes were on her, the lingering feeling of someone constantly watching, as if they knew what she had done…
Name: Belle
Appearance:
(Her beast form is about 8 feet tall and bi-pedal, fur and eye colour remain as they are in her human form.)
Age: 22
Affiliation: Good (Everyone has some evil in them)
Magic Capabilities: Belle is cursed. A simple touch or smell of a pale pink rose and she looses all control of herself, turning into the beast.
Weapons: N/A
Strengths: Physically stronger and more durable than most, disease or illness don’t affect her and her senses are keen and sharp.
Weaknesses: Belle is unable to control the beast that lurks within her. Even a glimpse of pale pink frightens her.
Relationships:
Gaston - Her husband (deceased)
Her family still lives but she doesn’t dare to see them. Fearful of what could come from such a reunion.
Bio: The youngest of six and what some might consider the fairest. Belle was born to a merchant father, one of bountiful riches.
Falling in debt her father attempted to pay it off but the young beauty soon took his place. Imprisoned by the man her father was in debt to she ended up becoming his servant. There was an odd sensation when she was within his presence, she enjoyed his company in truth, a kind soul despite the exterior everyone judged him by. Was it love or was it just Belle’s caring heart? Did she simply wish to help the weak man?
Alas love was not what it was in the end. Rejected by him she was told to leave the castle and never return. Her family greeted her with open arms as her life carried on. Eventually the fair Belle found her love, Gaston, the son of a well known huntsman. She married the young man and not only was she happy her family was as well.
Jealousy was in the air the day of her wedding, a curse placed on young Gaston. There in front of everyone’s eyes the young huntsman transformed into a hideous beast. All were terrified, fleeing the day that was meant to be special for the two. He ran off and Belle followed, the bouquet of pale pink roses still in her hand. She knew who Gaston truly was, the terrible creature he had become on the outside would not change her mind. She still loved the man, he was her true love was he not?
Although he wished not to see his wife, Belle insisted she stayed by Gaston’s side. The night of their wedding and the unfortunate events that took place, the two finally settled. Deep within the forest where they could not be seen. Belle clutched her bouquet tightly as she leaned in to give her love a kiss. There was a small prick followed by a sting as she dropped the bouquet, the kiss was broken as she pulled away. The beast looked at her in sadness, but there, right before her eyes Gaston returned to his human self, as if the curse faded away. She grinned with excitement as they held onto each other tightly.
‘True love can overcome anything.’
If only that were the case. Gaston worried after seeing some blood on Belle’s hand, she told him not to worry, the thorns were simply not cleared off all the flowers properly. Picking up the bouquet she showed him, the worry washing off his face. As the two stood up to walk away together Belle winced in pain, dropping the bouquet she looked upon herself. Her body began to change. She reached out and called to Gaston but the man grew fearful as he watched Belle turn into the monster he once was. Their eyes met in brief before Belle’s humanity disappeared from her eyes.
Gaston was never seen again and Belle stayed sheltered within the forest, alone and away from anyone.
Appearance:
(Her beast form is about 8 feet tall and bi-pedal, fur and eye colour remain as they are in her human form.)
Age: 22
Affiliation: Good (Everyone has some evil in them)
Magic Capabilities: Belle is cursed. A simple touch or smell of a pale pink rose and she looses all control of herself, turning into the beast.
Weapons: N/A
Strengths: Physically stronger and more durable than most, disease or illness don’t affect her and her senses are keen and sharp.
Weaknesses: Belle is unable to control the beast that lurks within her. Even a glimpse of pale pink frightens her.
Relationships:
Gaston - Her husband (deceased)
Her family still lives but she doesn’t dare to see them. Fearful of what could come from such a reunion.
Bio: The youngest of six and what some might consider the fairest. Belle was born to a merchant father, one of bountiful riches.
Falling in debt her father attempted to pay it off but the young beauty soon took his place. Imprisoned by the man her father was in debt to she ended up becoming his servant. There was an odd sensation when she was within his presence, she enjoyed his company in truth, a kind soul despite the exterior everyone judged him by. Was it love or was it just Belle’s caring heart? Did she simply wish to help the weak man?
Alas love was not what it was in the end. Rejected by him she was told to leave the castle and never return. Her family greeted her with open arms as her life carried on. Eventually the fair Belle found her love, Gaston, the son of a well known huntsman. She married the young man and not only was she happy her family was as well.
Jealousy was in the air the day of her wedding, a curse placed on young Gaston. There in front of everyone’s eyes the young huntsman transformed into a hideous beast. All were terrified, fleeing the day that was meant to be special for the two. He ran off and Belle followed, the bouquet of pale pink roses still in her hand. She knew who Gaston truly was, the terrible creature he had become on the outside would not change her mind. She still loved the man, he was her true love was he not?
Although he wished not to see his wife, Belle insisted she stayed by Gaston’s side. The night of their wedding and the unfortunate events that took place, the two finally settled. Deep within the forest where they could not be seen. Belle clutched her bouquet tightly as she leaned in to give her love a kiss. There was a small prick followed by a sting as she dropped the bouquet, the kiss was broken as she pulled away. The beast looked at her in sadness, but there, right before her eyes Gaston returned to his human self, as if the curse faded away. She grinned with excitement as they held onto each other tightly.
‘True love can overcome anything.’
If only that were the case. Gaston worried after seeing some blood on Belle’s hand, she told him not to worry, the thorns were simply not cleared off all the flowers properly. Picking up the bouquet she showed him, the worry washing off his face. As the two stood up to walk away together Belle winced in pain, dropping the bouquet she looked upon herself. Her body began to change. She reached out and called to Gaston but the man grew fearful as he watched Belle turn into the monster he once was. Their eyes met in brief before Belle’s humanity disappeared from her eyes.
Gaston was never seen again and Belle stayed sheltered within the forest, alone and away from anyone.
Name: Belle
Appearance:
(Her beast form is about 8 feet tall and bi-pedal, fur and eye colour remain as they are in her human form.)
Age: 22
Affiliation: Good (Everyone has some evil in them)
Magic Capabilities: Belle is cursed. A simple touch or smell of a pale pink rose and she looses all control of herself, turning into the beast.
Weapons: N/A
Strengths: Physically stronger and more durable than most, disease or illness don’t affect her and her senses are keen and sharp.
Weaknesses: Belle is unable to control the beast the lurks within her. Even a glimpse of a pale pink flower frightens her.
Relationships:
Gaston - Her husband (deceased)
Her family still lives but she doesn’t dare to see them. Fearful of what could come from such a reunion.
Bio: The youngest of six and what some might consider the fairest. Belle was born to a merchant father, one of bountiful riches.
Falling in debt her father attempted to pay it off but the young beauty soon took his place. Imprisoned by the man her father was in debt to she ended up becoming his servant. There was an odd sensation when she was within his presence, she enjoyed his company in truth, a kind soul despite the exterior everyone judged him by. Was it love or was it just Belle’s caring heart? Did she simply wish to help the weak man?
Alas love was not what it was in the end. Rejected by him she was told to leave the castle and never return. Her family greeted her with open arms as her life carried on. Eventually the fair Belle found her love, Gaston, the son of a well known huntsman. She married the young man and not only was she happy her family was as well.
Jealousy was in the air the day of her wedding, a curse placed on young Gaston. There in front of everyone’s eyes the young huntsman transformed into a hideous beast. All were terrified, fleeing the day that was meant to be special for the two. He ran off and Belle followed, the bouquet of pale pink roses still in her hand. She knew who Gaston truly was, the terrible creature he had become on the outside would not change her mind. She still loved the man, he was her true love was he not?
Although he wished not to see his wife, Belle insisted she stayed by Gaston’s side. The night of their wedding and the unfortunate events that took place, the two finally settled. Deep within the forest where they could not be seen. Belle clutched her bouquet tightly as she leaned in to give her love a kiss. There was a small prick followed by a sting as she dropped the bouquet, the kiss was broken as she pulled away. The beast looked at her in sadness, but there, right before her eyes Gaston returned to his human self, as if the curse faded away. She grinned with excitement as they held onto each other tightly.
‘True love can overcome anything.’
If only that were the case. Gaston worried after seeing some blood on Belle’s hand, she told him not to worry, the thorns were simply not cleared off all the flowers properly. Picking up the bouquet she showed him, the worry washing off his face. As the two stood up to walk away together Belle winced in pain, dropping the bouquet she looked upon herself. Her body began to change. She reached out and called to Gaston but the man grew fearful as he watched Belle turn into the monster he once was. Their eyes met in brief before Belle’s humanity disappeared from her eyes.
Gaston was never seen again and Belle stayed sheltered within the forest, alone and away from anyone.
Appearance:
(Her beast form is about 8 feet tall and bi-pedal, fur and eye colour remain as they are in her human form.)
Age: 22
Affiliation: Good (Everyone has some evil in them)
Magic Capabilities: Belle is cursed. A simple touch or smell of a pale pink rose and she looses all control of herself, turning into the beast.
Weapons: N/A
Strengths: Physically stronger and more durable than most, disease or illness don’t affect her and her senses are keen and sharp.
Weaknesses: Belle is unable to control the beast the lurks within her. Even a glimpse of a pale pink flower frightens her.
Relationships:
Gaston - Her husband (deceased)
Her family still lives but she doesn’t dare to see them. Fearful of what could come from such a reunion.
Bio: The youngest of six and what some might consider the fairest. Belle was born to a merchant father, one of bountiful riches.
Falling in debt her father attempted to pay it off but the young beauty soon took his place. Imprisoned by the man her father was in debt to she ended up becoming his servant. There was an odd sensation when she was within his presence, she enjoyed his company in truth, a kind soul despite the exterior everyone judged him by. Was it love or was it just Belle’s caring heart? Did she simply wish to help the weak man?
Alas love was not what it was in the end. Rejected by him she was told to leave the castle and never return. Her family greeted her with open arms as her life carried on. Eventually the fair Belle found her love, Gaston, the son of a well known huntsman. She married the young man and not only was she happy her family was as well.
Jealousy was in the air the day of her wedding, a curse placed on young Gaston. There in front of everyone’s eyes the young huntsman transformed into a hideous beast. All were terrified, fleeing the day that was meant to be special for the two. He ran off and Belle followed, the bouquet of pale pink roses still in her hand. She knew who Gaston truly was, the terrible creature he had become on the outside would not change her mind. She still loved the man, he was her true love was he not?
Although he wished not to see his wife, Belle insisted she stayed by Gaston’s side. The night of their wedding and the unfortunate events that took place, the two finally settled. Deep within the forest where they could not be seen. Belle clutched her bouquet tightly as she leaned in to give her love a kiss. There was a small prick followed by a sting as she dropped the bouquet, the kiss was broken as she pulled away. The beast looked at her in sadness, but there, right before her eyes Gaston returned to his human self, as if the curse faded away. She grinned with excitement as they held onto each other tightly.
‘True love can overcome anything.’
If only that were the case. Gaston worried after seeing some blood on Belle’s hand, she told him not to worry, the thorns were simply not cleared off all the flowers properly. Picking up the bouquet she showed him, the worry washing off his face. As the two stood up to walk away together Belle winced in pain, dropping the bouquet she looked upon herself. Her body began to change. She reached out and called to Gaston but the man grew fearful as he watched Belle turn into the monster he once was. Their eyes met in brief before Belle’s humanity disappeared from her eyes.
Gaston was never seen again and Belle stayed sheltered within the forest, alone and away from anyone.
Sorry, I'll try to get it up ASAP, just a little busy at the moment.
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