The French Rose
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Post by Belle French on Feb 16, 2014 15:04:26 GMT -5
The light of the fire held the room at a dim hostage. Glasses clanging together in the night could be heard as joyous laughs ignited throughout the Tavern. It was a place where merry and miserable folk gathered from all of the realms. Belle believed it to be of magic and a place where she could meet people and make connections. She was alone in this world. Belle had been cast aside by Rumpelstilskin and no longer longed for the royalty that awaited her at home. She wanted an adventure, but her doings had attracted Regina’s attention. Regina had always wanted to have Rumpelstilskin’s power and had done her best to use Belle against him. Belle frowned while staring at her reflection in the ale before her. Her thoughts were interrupted by a man who entered the Tavern. He went slightly unnoticed by the others, but not by Belle. She could smell and see the wild on him. He looked as though he was a ranger in need of rest.
A few of the men motioned towards the Huntsman as if to get the others to notice. Hunters often traveled the local forests around the area. The forest was full of wild life and offered plenty of food for people to eat as they traveled. There were no rules as to what could be killed and what could not be. The forest was a lawless land in these parts. Belle sipped on her ale while watching everything unfold. She noticed the tension between the men and the mysterious man.
“Hey you, yeah you. We saw you crying in the woods again. What happened this time? Did you kill your father?” The man joked and the others instantly laughed in response. The man rubbed his eyes in a boo-hoo motion trying to taunt the Huntsman into action.
Belle arched a brow at the joke and had no idea if he meant literally. She set her drink aside and began to scribble in a book while keeping her ears to the wind. If this got out of hand she would step in and put the brutes in their place. Belle had a death wish and it was apparent with her attire. The normally modest Belle was rebelling against her heart and wore a rather revealing travel attire. She was in a fighting mood, unlike her, but tragically her heart was guiding her logic in this moment.
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Post by Graham/Huntsman on Feb 18, 2014 0:25:03 GMT -5
It had been a long day. He split his meal with the wolves as he always did. They were the only animals he really trusted, and that included humans. Though his wolf friend, the one with the two colored eyes, was wild, he was still loyal to the huntsman. He never knew why the wolf never betrayed him, not even over a bit more meat to eat. Sometimes the huntsman just waited to see if the wolf might turn on him, but the wolf never did. He entered the bar and the wolf followed. The locals gave him a look that seemed to hold trouble. They clearly didn't want a wolf in their bar, but his friend was not going to hurt a local if they didn't try to hurt him first.
Suddenly he was being called out as he was grabbing himself a pitcher of ale. He looked in their direction and the man who was talking for the group couldn't help but point out the fact that he was talking to him. He waited for the stranger to get to his point as he walked to the empty table and took a seat, the wolf decided to lay down on a pile of hay near him. "No, he's right here." the huntsman pointed in the direction of the wolf that bared his death.
"I would take your drinks elsewhere, before you pick a fight you can not win." He stood up leaving his drink on the counter. "Clearly, you've had to have heard the stories. I'm the huntsman, I never miss my target,and neither does he." His head leaned to his left where the wolf was now on all fours. "Now let me drink in peace." He moved to sit back down and waited to see if the men would try to pick a fight or go off into their own little corner. As the huntsman moved to sit down he noticed a young lady sitting by herself. She had this look in her eyes that he had seen once before in someone else, but he didn't say anything to her only gave a polite smile.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 21, 2014 3:05:52 GMT -5
The smile caught her off guard as she had assumed that she was invisible. Belle’s eyes traveled around the room for a moment and she noticed that she was clearly visible. The other women in the room were all drunk and clinging to the arms of older men. A relationship without commitment and a one night stand most likely. That was not Belle’s style, nor her intention, for coming into the late night Tavern. She shyly tucked a strand of stray auburn brown hair behind her ear and looked down at her book again. The man carried himself with such a politeness that she had never been accustomed to. The men in her Kingdom were Regal and demanding of their women, and the men on the Highways looked down on her. Her brow furrowed as she momentarily allowed herself to remember Rumpelstiltskin’s attitude. She shook her head disregarding the memories while turning a page in her romantic tragedy novel.
She smiled at the Wolf who seemed to never leave Graham’s side. The wolf was as much of a part of him as his own flesh. Belle was insightful about emotions and words were never needed. She politely returned his smile and smiled warmly at the wolf. Others scattered around him afraid that the wolf would turn at any moment, but Belle could tell that there was more than met the eye when it came to the Wolf. Little did she realize the very man she loved had affected the Wolf.
“This is no place for a dog!” The man who had been harassing him shoved him from behind. Before she knew it the original instigator had busted the end of a chair creating a stake that he fully intended on stabbing the wolf with. “What the hell… MOVE wench.”
Belle had no idea why she had done it or how she had moved so quickly. It was as if a spirit had possessed her to move. A familiar smell of straw captured her attention. She pressed her back against the wolf’s soft fur and stretched her arms to protect the creature. Her eyes blazed with a fierce anger.
“You will have to stab me to get to the wolf,” Her tone was fierce. Belle was drawn to the wolf and was not about to let the man hurt the creature. Anything that Rumpelstiltskin had touched always found its way to her. It was as if she was destined to undo all of the harm that he had done.
“Fine with me wench. I hate your type anyways,” He laughed and spit in her face. She winced wiping her face with her sleeve before turning around and burying her face in the wolf’s fur waiting for the impact. The man charged at Belle and planned on impaling her and Link in the same blow.
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Post by Graham/Huntsman on Feb 21, 2014 8:01:27 GMT -5
The grey wold with it's two different colored eyes moved Graham, but suddenly a woman had stood in the way. She was declaring the an would have to go through her. Graham could only think the girl had a death wish. These guys wouldn't simply give up just because a girl was in the way. He had to deal with their type a lot, because he liked the atmosphere here and it was closest to tree line. His eyes watched Belle as did his wolf who suddenly sat down and stopped barring her teeth. It was like they were both thinning the same thing. Who was this woman
Graham watched as the man walked away after spitting in Belle's face. He hadn't expected the man to just leave it at that, but was shocked she managed to get the guy to walk away even for a second. "Are you okay?" He asked as he watched Belle lower herself to the wolf's level to bury her face in the fur. The fact that the wolf was allowing her to do so instantly placed his trust in her. Anyone could have done what she had done with false intention and the wolf was a good judge of character.
He quickly turned his hand nocking the piece of wood out of the man's hand. His blade that he used to cut into his noble sacrifices, the animals he had to kill to survive, i n his hand as his arm pushed against the main throat until he was pinned to a wall. The other hand had the blade and it was pointed at the man's stomach. "You or anyone in here goes after me, the wolf, or my friend here, I'll kill you" He pointed at the guy he was choking. The guy would do what it took to survive and hopefully his tone of voice persuaded the man to back off. "Now leave me to enjoy a drink in peace." He let go of the man and turned to walk away. He moved back to Belle to see the wolf that liked to travel by his side still next to her. " People call me the Huntsman." He extended his hand to Belle. "and you seem to have a way with wild animals." He had seen the wolf bite's someone neck who had gotten that close to her, but he wasn't about to tell her that.
"Let me get you a drink or food if they serve that here. It's the least I can do." He would have to bring up why she had done what she did. It wasn't like he couldn't take care of himself. Surely the girl must have had a death wish, maybe the wolf sensed it as well and that was why it had decided to be nice. The wolf nuzzled against Belle before deciding to lay down. She was tired of walking as much as Graham was. It was time to sit and enjoy a drink and hopefully with the company of the woman who tried to save the wolf.
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Post by Belle French on Feb 25, 2014 15:39:48 GMT -5
Belle opened her eyes slowly while snuggling the wolf’s fur. Suddenly reality set in and she could not fathom the fact that she was this close to a wild wolf, but there was something so familiar and sweet about the wolf that Belle had just thrown herself into. She slowly pulled away from the wolf, afraid she was going to bite her face off, and uncertain of the wolf’s reaction. Graham had protected both of them and Belle could not help but feel a shy flutter in her heart. The man’s gaze was intense and evoked feelings of embarrassment from Belle. She slowly stood up grabbing Graham’s hand to do so and dusted her traveling attire off. The young woman tossed the Wolf a kind and reassuring smile before turning her attention back to Graham.
“Well I have been on the road for a while now. Running from a few people and I have come to admire the reliability of nature compared to our fellow humans,” Belle giggled a bit when the wolf nuzzled her before laying down next to the warm fire, “I would love a drink. I don’t make a habit of throwing myself into things or into harms way…” Her voice trailed off for a moment. No that was her old life. The life before Rumpelstiltskin.
The life after Rumpelstiltskin was one full of danger and the unknown. Her brow furrowed for a moment as she thought about the decisions she had made to end up here. The barkeeper brought them both some ale and homemade bread, “Oh wow! This looks great!” Belle exclaimed her eyes ablaze with eagerness. She gently pushed her book to the edge of the table and motioned for Graham to dig in. She did not want to come off as a pig, “So… Huntsman. What brings you to this lonely part of the dark forest?” She pondered while sipping on some Ale.
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Post by Belle French on Apr 11, 2014 0:39:34 GMT -5
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