CleverFox@LadyRunic I bit his leg off. Tasted nasty.
Belle
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searching for my Beast
STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 7 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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7 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
7 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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7 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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So I just got attacked by a troll on Instagram . Just what I needed. Great.
A commotion started when some bloodied, obviously abused and terrified man ran at them. He was hysterical but was given back to the fae who owned him, the fae citing a "game" as the reason for the man's terror.
A flashback came at Elsa, sharp and clear despite her years of trying to bury it deep within her.
"Its a special game Ellie, just for you and me."
"I d-don't like this game Mr. Mason. Can we play something else?"
"Not Mr. Mason. Daddy. I'm your daddy Ellie. Call me Daddy."
"I don't want to! Leave me alone!"
"Call me Daddy. I'm your Daddy. And little girls should listen to their daddies. Right Ellie?"
"Go away! You're not my Daddy!"
"Little girls who don't listen get punished Ellie."
Although her face showed no emotion, her eyes told everything. Tears filled her eyes as she relived it all. She felt it all over again. The pain, the humiliation, the confusion, the terror...
Elsa stared coldly at the man. This was not going to be her. She was never going back to that place again.
The big and strong dominated the weak. It was a lesson she had learned many times in life. So she would have to become big and strong. No matter what it took.
"You really are a cold bitch aren't you?" The voice of the woman who had been trying to get a rise out of her the whole trip.
Elsa looked at her. "I am a survivor."
"I hope they tear you apart," the woman snarled.
"Instead of plotting my downfall to give yourself a better chance focus on making yourself valuable to them," Elsa replied indifferently.
"Oh I will be," she said, "I know how to please a man. I will have the ruler of this place eating out of my hand."
"Or eating your hand," Elsa retorted.
A flashback came at Elsa, sharp and clear despite her years of trying to bury it deep within her.
"Its a special game Ellie, just for you and me."
"I d-don't like this game Mr. Mason. Can we play something else?"
"Not Mr. Mason. Daddy. I'm your daddy Ellie. Call me Daddy."
"I don't want to! Leave me alone!"
"Call me Daddy. I'm your Daddy. And little girls should listen to their daddies. Right Ellie?"
"Go away! You're not my Daddy!"
"Little girls who don't listen get punished Ellie."
Although her face showed no emotion, her eyes told everything. Tears filled her eyes as she relived it all. She felt it all over again. The pain, the humiliation, the confusion, the terror...
Elsa stared coldly at the man. This was not going to be her. She was never going back to that place again.
The big and strong dominated the weak. It was a lesson she had learned many times in life. So she would have to become big and strong. No matter what it took.
"You really are a cold bitch aren't you?" The voice of the woman who had been trying to get a rise out of her the whole trip.
Elsa looked at her. "I am a survivor."
"I hope they tear you apart," the woman snarled.
"Instead of plotting my downfall to give yourself a better chance focus on making yourself valuable to them," Elsa replied indifferently.
"Oh I will be," she said, "I know how to please a man. I will have the ruler of this place eating out of my hand."
"Or eating your hand," Elsa retorted.
Going to get insurance or going to the free clinic on Monday to get tested. Thanks for the hugs. I really need them.
So I might have diabetes...
*is praying her post made sense*
@Demonic Angel
Elsa stared at the Native American who approached her and began talking. Why was she talking? Had Elsa given any indication to any of them that she would welcome conversation? She stared with no expression as the woman introduced herself. Her words and sentence structure told different stories. On the one side the way she strung words together sounded like English was not her first or second language and used some words wrong entirely, but she used large words and at times a structure that showed high education. So which was it?
Amazingly she continued to speak after Elsa offered no encouragement for her to continue, even trying to flatter her it seemed. Elsa wanted to snort and look away, but the woman did seem sincere.
"It is pointless to praise my skills if you have never heard them," Elsa finally said, probably sounding rude but she was speaking truth just as the woman claimed to be. She was silent for a few moments, then gave in to the strange impulse to give her name.
"My name is Elsa. I do play the piano. Not that I am likely to find one in a place like this."
She stumbled a bit and bit her lip to keep from crying out. The wounds on her feet were inflamed. It was getting harder to ignore them.
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Once they reached the mountain Elsa was barely still walking. Her feet had long since gone numb, her shoes stained with blood. Vae had continued talking to her until she had worn Elsa down enough to talk back with more than a few words. Vae was the only one Elsa had confided in about her injured feet and had helped her keep up with the group.
In the dark it was easier. Elsa thought she was free to show weakness there, believing no one could see. So she allowed herself silent tears of both pain and fear of what lay ahead. For all of her confidence before, there was still the underlying fear of the unknown that clawed its way through her mind with its sharp black talons.
When they got close to the city and the light improved Elsa wished it hadn't. The scene was like something out of horror movie. Bodies, both living and dead, lined their path. The stench was putrid. The screams of the dying were horrifying. Elsa had to grind her teeth to keep from screaming and bolting. There was no use in running. She'd be dead before she took more than a step.
And the worst horror of them all, a snake woman who looked like a demon from hell, spoke to them. Elsa did not know Spanish and was glad of it, because she likely did not want to hear what the demon was saying.
Elsa stared at the Native American who approached her and began talking. Why was she talking? Had Elsa given any indication to any of them that she would welcome conversation? She stared with no expression as the woman introduced herself. Her words and sentence structure told different stories. On the one side the way she strung words together sounded like English was not her first or second language and used some words wrong entirely, but she used large words and at times a structure that showed high education. So which was it?
Amazingly she continued to speak after Elsa offered no encouragement for her to continue, even trying to flatter her it seemed. Elsa wanted to snort and look away, but the woman did seem sincere.
"It is pointless to praise my skills if you have never heard them," Elsa finally said, probably sounding rude but she was speaking truth just as the woman claimed to be. She was silent for a few moments, then gave in to the strange impulse to give her name.
"My name is Elsa. I do play the piano. Not that I am likely to find one in a place like this."
She stumbled a bit and bit her lip to keep from crying out. The wounds on her feet were inflamed. It was getting harder to ignore them.
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Once they reached the mountain Elsa was barely still walking. Her feet had long since gone numb, her shoes stained with blood. Vae had continued talking to her until she had worn Elsa down enough to talk back with more than a few words. Vae was the only one Elsa had confided in about her injured feet and had helped her keep up with the group.
In the dark it was easier. Elsa thought she was free to show weakness there, believing no one could see. So she allowed herself silent tears of both pain and fear of what lay ahead. For all of her confidence before, there was still the underlying fear of the unknown that clawed its way through her mind with its sharp black talons.
When they got close to the city and the light improved Elsa wished it hadn't. The scene was like something out of horror movie. Bodies, both living and dead, lined their path. The stench was putrid. The screams of the dying were horrifying. Elsa had to grind her teeth to keep from screaming and bolting. There was no use in running. She'd be dead before she took more than a step.
And the worst horror of them all, a snake woman who looked like a demon from hell, spoke to them. Elsa did not know Spanish and was glad of it, because she likely did not want to hear what the demon was saying.
I will be posting tomorrow
The mystery I already have a solid idea about, but it is flexible enough to change if the need should arise. Everything else about the island and the characters is completely open.
@Fallenreaper the vindictive part of me smashed it with a hammer
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