Twisted Fairytales IC

[Emtardis]

Peter Pan

Peter…you’ve become a pirate.

It was one of the last things any of the Lost Boys had ever said to him. Re could remember the tone; the shock of the horrible realization. At least it had been to the Lost Boys. Peter had been a child for much longer than he could remember. As an infant, his parents had left the window open and he simply couldn’t sleep. He’d cried and cried until a fairy had heard him and came to sooth his tears, then she’d taken him on a grand adventure and they’d played all sorts of games. Eventually, Peter remembered his parents and returned home, only to find all the windows closed and a new baby in his mother’s arms.

‘I’ll never leave you, Peter,’ Tinkerbelle had told him. And she never had. He grew up just a bit, to have better games of course, but he’d never gotten so old he’d lost his baby teeth. He supposed he’d been seven-years-old, or something like that. When one doesn’t age and is a child forever, age stops mattering. Peter had taught that to the Lost Boys. Who wanted to grow up and be a stinky pirate?

Peter…you’ve become a pirate.

Peter Pan, it seemed. The Never Boy. Forever a child, only wanting to have fun and have grand adventures. He had never wanted to grow up. Never ever. He wasn’t even sure how it happened. Adults have a saying that every child has to grow up sometime and it seemed it was a sort of evil magic truth. One day Peter felt a yearning just to…grow. He’d fought with Hook often enough to eventually realize there were things he could do if he were a bit bigger. So he started to grow, just a little, here and there. He lost a tooth and gave it to Tootles. Then, that baby tooth had been replaced by a new one. An Adult tooth. It had pretty much gone from there.

Then one day, Peter had just been so much taller than the others. The boys were boring. They were babies. They were dull. And then he’d wanted to go on a grand adventure against Hook. To defeat the pirate once and for all. The boys hadn’t wanted to come, so he’d gone alone, just him and Tink, just like old times. But Tink hadn’t been there to hear him crow in victory as the croc ate the last piece of his sworn childhood enemy. She’d fled. He’d changed. He’d grown up.

He’d become a pirate.

He’d left the boys alone, flying to see what he could see with his new eyes. Everything was so different as an adult. As a pirate. Until one day he’d woken up and realized no matter how many happy thoughts he had, or how many pixies he caught to use their dust…he couldn’t fly. He’d looked up at the sky in longing…then his eyes had darkened with anger. Well, if he couldn’t fly, then neither should anyone else.

When the witches had come, he hadn’t thought much of them. He wasn’t very fond of their games. And he wasn’t much for the dull zombies or monstrous werewolves. But the Pipers, he liked the Pipers just fine. They lured children like he did, only the used flutes instead of a pipe. And they could control rats. That made for a delightful game.

Dressed as he was, like a pirate, Peter made his way toward the village, looking for Isabella. He liked her just fine; she played good games. He could hear her flute and knew he’d find her if he followed. There would be a lot of rats there, under her spell, doing her bidding and luring the children out to play. Surely she could share?

[Deamonbane]

They walked out of the palace, into the courtyard, and James was handed back his weapons. He was in a fowl mood, and neglected to thank the child that brought them, instead immediately checking to see if anything had been done to them. His weapons were his life, and he wasn't about to anger the forest again by going in unprepared. Puss trotted over over to him, and he scratched him behind the ears. Puss didn't purr, just looked up with his grey green eyes. He didn't meow much either, and James liked it that way. Puss was a hunter, and meowing meant that he couldn't find any food.

"Hey," One of the guards yelled," Git! Shoo! That cat kept me up all night."

James laughed," This cat has more gith to be here than you."

The guard laughed," It's just a cat."

"No," James corrected, while walking to the stables," It's a cat the size of a goddamn dog. He fought off a grizzly bear last winter, and he could take on you, and all your girlfriends," He indicated the rest of the guards," He's a smart thing too. He can understnad what your saying, so keep you mouth shut, or he might just claw your eyes out in you sleep, just in spite," With that, he entered the stable door.

He picked a smaller mount, a horse that looked like it had seen its share of battle. It was about fourteen hands tall at the shoulder, not an impressive height, but it was powerfully muscled, and despite the scars it bore, it seemed to be quite calm.

"We need to get to where the knights are assembled," One of the guards said," We need to go there by horseback, if we intend to get there by nightfall."

"Thank you, my good man," James said laughing, while stroking the horse's mane," For stating the obvious. I'll take this one. He seems to be my type. No," He said to the stable boy," Don't saddle him. Just the lightest reins you have."

The guards eyed him oddly, and James said," We aren't going into battle, my friends. We are going for a nice trot through arguably the most dangerous forest in the world. You need to know your horse won't jump at the slightest sound. Horses are smart, and they know when danger is about."

[WingedChaos]

Tinker Bell

The traveler followed the darkened path quickly, a low light lantern floating in front of him as he desperately tried to find his way out of this forsaken place. He had only entered it because his mistress ordered him to find some herb for some illness that always seemed to be ailing her.

"If I get out of here, I swear I need a better job.." He muttered to himself, trying to keep calm as the forest noise made him jump and cower, his voice, surprisingly light and sweet as if it could hold a decent tone was a stark contrast to the haunting and wicked sounds of the forest. He was dressed in simple garb, and didn't have much in the ways of tools or weapons, besides the belt of skins and trappings he had on his back there wasn't much else of value on him.

'Poor fool, out here all alone and nothing to protect you~' Titania thought to herself giggling as she stepped out from behind a tree, trailing the man by a few yards her dress sweeping and rustling the forest floor. Her pale skin was a nice break from the ongoing shades of black and grey, as was her blonde hair and blue eyes; you wouldn't tell by looking at her that she would be more than willing to kill someone over the wrong answer. Looking him over she wondered if she should make her presence known for it seemed the poor man was too lost in his own wild fantasies to notice that he was being followed.

'I'm not even walking quietly.." Tink thought pouting before stepping forcefully on a fallen branch, a loud snap echoing through the forest. Not that she was worried about unwanted attention, as she giggled the man spinning around looking at her with huge open eyes his face turning a pale white under the ever present tan. He looked at her warily before the relief that there was another soul out in this forsaken place took over and he sighed smiling warmly at her, stopping his walk waiting for her to catch up. "You know its dangerous for a lady to be out here all alone Miss, there's all kinds of beasties in these woods there are." He said trying to seem more aggressive and brave than he was feeling, his pride and the desire to impress the lovely lady in the woods clouding his head.

"I assure you. I'll be fine, Monsieur."

She answered smoothly placing a hand on his arm reassuringly her eyes roaming over the mans trappings wondering if that girl she meet earlier, 'Jade, I think her name was..perhaps she would find some use for those.. She thought her smiling widening even more for a moment ignoring her new found companion as he rambled on about how he would keep her safe at least until they got out of the forest.

Annoyed with his odd ramblings Tink giggled drawing the bone dagger from the back of her dress as she stopped walking turning her full attention on to the unlucky traveler. "Do you always talk to strange women in these forest?" Her tone had changed from its light pleasant one to a darker and more amused look as she toyed with the dagger pleased as his looked went from confused to that of a prey's when in the presence of its hunter.

"What..what is this? what are you?" The man stammered out skidding backwards until he was pressed against the tree eying the dagger fearfully.

"It's merely a simple question. Tink answered her smile mockingly reassuring as she stepped closer to the man, "Do you believe in faries?" She asked tilting her head so that the words caressed him ear as she waited for an answer the dagger hanging limply by her side.

The body hit the ground with a dull thunk as the blonde stepped away, a small smile playing on her lips. Looking down at the body she sighed cutting free the trappings before carrying them heading towards that small hut she found the other day wondering if that princess would be there.

"I do believe in faries. I do. I do." She sung softly as she continued through the forest, blood still dripping off her dagger before she cleaned it on a passing tree returning it to its proper place.

Perhaps she could trade the trappings for any information the girl would have on her Never Boy.

[WingedChaos]

Isabella

Smiling softly as the ringing of horse shoe on stone road mingled in with the last remnants of her song as Isabella finished her song, the rats swarming around her waiting for a new order or something to terrorize and destroy as the seethed in and out around her like a blacken sea.

Many would have been disturbed or even sickened by the stench of blood and matter coming of the rats as the parted ways allowing room for the Black Night to approach their mistress.

One of them hissed snapping at his ankle displeased with having someone else gain her attention.

Lowering the flute from her lips she smiled warmly at her knight, unsure as to why he had chosen to follow her but the company and help was welcomed at times, and others she simply choose to ignore them. "I told you once before I am no queen, though I know hold power of them." She answered smoothing out the front of her dress softly, watching the rest of the townsmen emerge from their homes and inspect the damage, a few of them shouting at the sight of the decapitated man, the knight had disposed off.

Resting a hand against a tree Isa smiled watching as the suns rays flirted with the forest edge not strong enough yet to penetrate the darkness that seemed to be sown into the woods very being. "Hope...?" She echoed tilting her head at the last comment made by the bowing figure a few feet away from her, her gaze still fixated on the wakening town a few children ran out giggling unaware and uncaring of the destruction around them, "There is their hope." She said gesturing towards them before tightening her grip on the flute images of children much like that taunting and casting her out of their schools and games.

"But not for long.." Came the dark after thought from the cloaked female as she brought the flute back up to her lips letting another song fill the air as the wind caught it casting it back down on too the valley floor. The rats around her seemed to grin gleefully as the village children began to play and dance moving farther and farther away from their homes.

Turning on her heel Isa continued to play walking deeper into the forest fully aware that the children would follow, the song bouncing and swirling behind her beckoning them. Her dress barely touched the floor as she seemed to glide on her toes spinning around in a small circle as the first child emerged into the forest too entranced to be properly frightened of the Black Knight no more the a few inches away from him.

Spotting Peter Pan making his was towards her as well she giggled softly a small pause in the song giving the children a brief second to realize that they were never going home after this.

Hearing one whimper she smiled pleased before resuming the song as the children and rats resumed their dance and parade behind her.

[Myst]

Seeing that the blonde man had a sword, Red moved around so that the werewolf would be surrounded. It snarled, eyeing each of them suspiciously.
It howled and suddenly raced at Red. She braced herself for it's attack, but it merely leaped over her head and ran off into the darkness.
Red debated following him, but decided against it. Putting the knife back in her boot, she turned to face the blonde man.
"The woods are no place for hesitation," she told him. "Either kill switfly or be killed more swiftly."
She didn't give a thought to her harsh tone. Life had taught her to have little patience for the timid or inexperienced. If he didn't learn the rules of the forest quickly, he wouldn't last.
She cocked her head when she heard the whoops and calls of The Lost.
Her heart beat had been fast from the attack but now it grew faster.
Robin...
"You may come with me if you wish stranger," she told the blonde man, "but know that if you try anything underhanded I will do what I must to protect myself."

[SomeoneSomewere]

The werewolf ran, large paws thudding over the undergrowth. The werewolf ran because there were easier prey, and for no other reason. It was getting late in the night.

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Bryce stopped. He had no clue where the people that made the sound went. Oh well. He again made his way through the forest. He had no horse, due to his battle horse was killed by a werewolf. But he quickly returned the honor an killed the werewolf. He needed a new horse, but as of now he just continued on his quest, killing the beasts of the forest. He suddenly froze, hearing footsteps. He stepped closer, trained eyes scanning the forest. It was then that he saw the outline of a girl(Rumple), her clothes blended in with the forest slightly, but he was still able to see her. He stepped out into full veiw of her then bowed, returning his sword to his scabbard. On his chest plate was a green fist, the symbol of a free lance, having no leader at this time. He then spoke, a softness to his voice," hello ma'am. I am Sir Bryce. What brings you to the forest at this time young lady? It is not fit for women to be lost in. If you require any help, I would be happy to lend you my assistance."

[Emtardis]

Rumple

She walked for what seemed ages. The forest was full of sounds, some known, most of them unknown. Many beasts walked these woods, and most of them very, very unfriendly. Under other circumstances, she'd have sided with them. The family always looked out for itself; it's just how they were. But things were different now.

Rumple stopped, hearing a noise and took her war hammer up, ready for trouble. She hoped it wasn't a werewolf. Instead it was a man, a knight by the look of him. Still, she did not lower the weapon: The witches could be tricky.

"Most normally it would be myself appearing from nowhere to ask such a thing," she answered with caution. "You will forgive my suspicion. You look like a knight, but with these fouls creatures I feel disinclined to trust my eyes. Who's side are you on? Then I will know if you can help me."

[Deamonbane]

The horses rode out to the the field outside the city. The fields, usually bursting with golden wheat, were covered in weeds now, brown and degraded. James wondered what exactly these witches wanted with this land. Puss seemed to be thinking the same thing, staring out into the fields dismally. They proceeded at a slow trot to a practice field a few miles out.

James dismounted, and Puss immediately fell in beside him. He saw a pair of knights there, practicing on some dummies.

"Gentlemen," James said, nodding. Heavy armor, weapons, and horses. These guys couldn't sneak up on a mountain if they tried.

[themadhatter1]

Galahad was practicing his long range shots with his bow and arrow when Sir James arrived with Puss. He smiled at him and raised his free hand to wave. "Glad you could make it sir." He said laughing a little.

Lancelot walked over to Sir James to shake his hand. "Glad you could make it good sir." He said sounding serious. They really needed more knights to help fight off the dreaded witches that changed life as they knew it. He looked down at Puss and smiled. "Hello to you too, Puss."

[SomeoneSomewere]

He rose from his bow, holding his left wrist with his right hand. His legs were spread shoulder width apart. He merely smiled at her questions. He then replied," not a problem ma'am. It is only natural to be superstitious at this time of age. I fight against the witches. They are evil. Their beasts deserve to be killed. They kill the innocent, and I protect the innocent." He lowered his head slightly his voice remaining calm and smooth. He gave no reason to not be trusted. He kept his hands away from his weapons, which was his sword at his side and his spear that was strapped to his back. The spear head has a red sheen to it, due to his killing of the beasts. The spear head was serrated, built to inflect as much damage as it could to his enemies. However what could be seen of the shaft was clean and carved with swirls, and only marks that were merely ment for decoration.