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Who: Snow White, Cinderella, and Cupid.
What: Pentamerone's newest arrivals try to suss things out and seek shelter.
Where: Sleeping Woods, but heading south towards Ozland
"It can't end like this!", Snow White thought to herself. She was running determinedly away, but the black dragon was closing in. "Once again, I'm terribly sorry!" She shouted between heavy breaths, for she was beginning to run out, "It was a simple misunderstanding, please!" She was just taking care of the sweet little hatchling; She wasn't going to keep it forever! But the dragoness paid no heed and kept hot in pursuit.
"I'LL SAVE YOU FAIR MAIDEN!" A baritone trumpeted boldly from out of nowhere. There was the sound of a galloping horse approaching from her side and before she knew it, a knight in shining armor (well, um... literally) jumped off his mount and right in front of her. Unable to stop her momentum, she plowed into him. They tumbled down together, accompanied by a symphony of metallic clanging. Snow, with her lovely dark hair all a-mussed, smiled sweetly at her savior as she picked herself up off the ground. "Run along, little lady! I will fight this dragon for your honor!" He proclaimed, readying himself in a battle stance.
After an offering of a kiss on the cheek and a little curtsy, she was off again, gaining several hundred yards before she heard a terrible scream. The air smelled of sulfur and smoke. "Oh dear!" She thought, "I hope he's alright!" He must be alright. Didn't armor protect from dragon fire? Would be awful silly to be running around fighting dragons otherwise! With this affirmation, she ran along without fear.
There was a gorge up ahead, with a small roped bridge for crossing. Somewhere, deep inside, a prickling sensation told her that all she needed to do was cross it and she would be fine. But the formidable black dragon was approaching once again. She could hear it gaining on her, the loud flapping of the wings and the violent currents in the air. Another roar, and this time she felt the temperature rise from behind.
The bridge was so close... so close... Almost there. And... she's on the bridge! Don't look down, Snow... Don't... What was that sound?!
Snow stopped dead in her tracks. The rope was ancient and musty, and the bridge was coming undone! "Oh no... please." She began to raise her voice in song, a desperate song, but it was too late. The bridge was broken and she was falling...
...falling...
.... falling.....
There was a white, blinding, and all-encompassing flash. Then, a very odd sensation, as if her soul was torn from the fabric of the space around her and.... dumped somewhere els---OOF!
Snow had fallen on something soft. It was... snow? Hm. Feeling relatively unharmed, she picked herself up, and brushed off the pretty white particles from her body.
"Where have I fallen?" She wondered aloud, and continued on in song... ~/ What is this place? /~
~/ So dreary and so cold, without a friendly face! /~
"Helloooo? Anyone there?" She called out hopefully, but was only greeted by her own echo.
~/ What twist of faith has rescued me
There's just one way to see... /~
Somewhere, an imaginary orchestra began its accompaniment to a cheerful, upbeat melody.
~/ If you never look, then you'll never find
what you were meant to see...
If you never take a step, you will never go.
That's not the way to be! /~
Snow skipped and hopped to her song, twirling gracefully in her flowing green dress. Little woodland creatures began to peer quizzically at the crazy girl from their hiding places.
~/ So I've fallen hard, to this strange land
Not sure if it's a dream
In this winter wonderland
where nothing's as it seems /~
"Oh! Hello new friends!" Snow exclaimed rapturously, as a winter finch perched on her finger. "Nice to meet you!" Deer, rabbits, and birds frolicked around her.
Soon, the speaking animals began to join in chorus.
~/ Ahhhhhh ... ahhhh ... /~
~/ I have a feeling.../~
~/ Ahhh... ahh... /~
~/ Just a little inkling.../~
~/ Ahh... Ahhh... /~
~/ That here I may find what I seek, as sure as stars are tw--- /~
Somewhere in the forest, a twig cracked, and the music stopped suddenly as the animals dispersed in a panic. Alone once more, Snow peered out into the forest, wide eyed and trembling as the cold began to hit her again.
((PS - I am not on crack. I promise!))
Tags:
snow white, cupid, cinderella
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Snow let out a sigh of relief, her breath visible for a few moments before dissipating in the air. By the animals' reaction, she would have thought it was some sort of monster that was approaching, but thank goodness it was only a girl, and a lovely one at that.
"Oh, hello!" She bounded exuberantly over to the stranger. "I'm so glad to see that I'm not alone in this place!" She trembled still, and toyed with her pouch absently. "Where ever this place happens to be," she added as an afterthought before stopping suddenly to chide herself. "Oh, where are my manners! I am called Snow. Snow White." Having calmed down a bit, she offered Anne a slow, perfected curtsy and a gentle smile.
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Snow was easily distracted, and Anne's expertly placed question did just the trick, sort of. "Lywen is hilly, at most, and we have no sea. There is one in our neighboring country to the west, though." She didn't seem completely comfortable talking about her homelands.
"Oh, look!" She pointed ahead, eager to change the topic, at a small, beaten path, leading further south. "I wonder where that would take us."
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Surprised, Snow gasped and turned to locate the source of the mysterious voice. She saw none, but the rustling in the trees did cause a bit of snow to fall to the ground. Clearly, someone or something moved up the trees, after speaking. It was definitely an odd way to present oneself.
Without a hint of fear, Snow called out sweetly and somehow exuding modesty. "You're both too gracious! I'm glad you liked it, though." She first made eye contact with Anne and then peered up into the trees, in the general direction of the voice.
"I like to sing," she continued, "It comforts me, and helps me along. Sometimes, I just feel it bursting out from inside of me and I can't help but do it!" She giggled, as if it were a silly notion and she realized it.
"So are you a ghost, stranger? Or perhaps a talking tree!" She asked, curiosity piqued. "Or maybe a talking bird... or squirrel!"
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Ever gullible, Snow squealed happily, jumping up and down with glee. "A god, with angels under his command!" She looked to Cupid, ruby lips parted in a brilliant smile. "Have you been watching over us all this time? Surely, then, with all your power, you can help us seek warmth, food, and shelter! Perhaps you can call forth angels to carry us swiftly to a place of comfort! Oh please help us." She implored, as a little girl might ask a parent for a pony.
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His wing twitched, as if only just realizing Snow had touched it. Blue eyes looking to her delicate fingers, Eros then looked back to both women's faces.
"I plan to go toward Oz, from there I don't know. I don't know what I'm going to do, being here out of my own will." He gave a smile, as if it wasn't so bad being lost. Though, in his position, he realized how all those mortals must have felt when they were torn away from their home by angry gods. Cupid was glad he was here by accident.
"I might stay there, might try to find a way home." The blond paused and his wings closed tightly against him with a snap, a cool breeze moving through the wood before dying.
"What do you two plan to do, then? Seems a shame such lovely women are so far away from their homes."
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Snow was listening thoughtfully to her new friends' responses, not quite having gotten around to thinking about her own. She stirred from the mild bump, and figured she'd just figure it out as she talked.
"Quest? Maybe. There is a lot to explore in this unfamiliar place. But going home is not an option for me, for there has been no home that would take me in and leave me unharmed, ever since I was a small child." She gazed pensively into the distance. "I've been on the road for years now, and I admit I have developed a bit of a taste for wandering." Wandering, or running away? But what was she running from? The past was so very far away now, and she remembered it with the fuzzy quality of a bad dream.
Following a more cheerful train of thought, her smile burned brightly again, like a dying ember revived by fresh wood. "There's always new places to see and new people to meet, so it's not so bad. Someday, maybe I will find a place I fall in love with enough to call it home. Or," she giggled girlishly, eyes dancing, "perhaps, a prince."
"But for now, my immediate priorities are the same as yours, Anne. The rest can be determined later."
Snow stopped suddenly, lifting her hand to shield her eyes as she squinted at something in the distance, grinning. "Is that what I think it is?"
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Not one to question, especially someone like Anne, who obviously knew better than she did, Snow turned the knob and gave it a push. The door, in turn, responded by creaking as loudly as imaginable, a ghostly groan that became more high pitched as the hinge was pushed further in.
"Hello? Anyone?" Snow took a few steps inside, gingerly. It was dark. "We don't mean to trespass, but we're road-weary travelers in need of shelter!" She called in gently, in a sing-songy tone.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she remembered another situation that began somewhat like this. Not knowing exactly why, her mood shifted a little for the worse, and she stayed silent for the next few moments.
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Eros felt as though he should have asked to let him go in first, but seeing as there was nothing it was alright in the end. Looking behind him as he stood in the doorway, also very cold for he had less clothing than either of the women, he gave the grounds a once over. It seemed pretty void of people, and so he backed up while closing the door.
"I'm sure they'll understand," he said lightly. Party of him agreed with this statement. Part of him did not. He saw this awkward and somewhat disastrous situation in two ways. On one hand, these people could be very kind once they realized they had a god on their hands (a handsome one at that). Or, they could take the trio and kick them out into the cold where Eros would proceed to murmur mean, evil things and hope his mother heard.
But he was sure they would be the former.
"Why don't we just stay a minute, then leave." He proposed. Eros knew that if someone had walked into his own domain he would not take it well, but after hearing the reason why he would forgive those too ignorant.
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The man could only smile at her comment about being hit by her arrows. It was easy to see it too, as if Eros could see into her soul and into the past relationships she may or may not have had. He shook his head, however, in reply.
"I don't, really. As much as I have watched the lives of others I do not have any story of my own." He explained. "But if you really want a story, I'm sure I could give you one." The beautiful blond man gave a small smile still to Anne, sitting himself down cautiously on a bench.
"There once was a woman named Atlanta. She didn't like the fact that she was a woman and after her father left her alone int he woods to die, she was raised by bears. She grew to be a huntress and was the most skilled of all. She was an amazing archer and later entered a wrestling match. She won that too." Eros seemed to be enjoying the story he told, his eyes looking around the room as he moved his hands while speaking. "After winning, her father took her back. He forgave her for not being the son he wanted and set her up for marriage. She proposed that any man wanting to take her hand would have to beat her in a foot race. However, she was the fastest among the mortals." The man leaned back as he thought over the rest of this story before nodding and continuing.
"There was a man who wanted to wed Atlanta. His name was Melanion. He knew he couldn't beat her in a foot race, and so he prayed to my mother, Aphrodite. She took pity on him, as my mother will always take pity on those in love. She made a deal with him. Three golden apples and a plan, for a sacrifice given Melanion to her." He stopped and smiled, looking to Anne. She probably wouldn't want to hear the end of this for it were his favorite part and went into some detail.
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Snow followed along with Eros and Anne's conversation in the other room with some amusement as she slowly took in her own surroundings. The room was filled with shadows, with the fireplace as its only light source. It was an unremarkable sitting room, furnished only with three chairs and a small table, but it had a certain rustic charm.
Snow picked herself off the floor, dusting herself off a little before neatly folding and putting Anne's shawl away in her pouch, making a mental note to return it later on. She made her way to the first chair and sat down. Hmm. It was a humongous chair and far too hard for her delicate bottom, so she scooted over to the next chair which looked a little smaller and less austere. She sat down on it and frowned slightly. It was much too soft!
She got up and walked to the last chair remaining, which was the smallest of them all. She sat herself down gingerly at first, and then smiled, sinking herself into it with full abandon. It was perfectly comfortable. She leaned onto the back, about to doze off again, but it was much too small to support that kind of sitting from a normal sized girl! The whole ensemble, chair and girl, toppled over backwards, causing a crash and a shocked scream that could be heard from the other room.
(OOC: The chair's broken. Snow's fine but a little disheveled. And please feel free to finish up your story first!)
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Shaking his head, as if mentally making fun of her. "Alright," he said and then continued on.
"Melanion then entered the race while holding onto the three golden apples. In the race with Atlanta he threw one down early on, she stopped and picked it up. The beautiful shine was too much. Then she got back on track and caught up to Melanion, who released another apple. This time he threw it farther away. She went after this fruit as well and steadily lost pace. By the time he threw the third apple she had lost the race." Eros then laughed, finding the whole thing funny.
"Atlanta found she actually liked the married life, but Melanion, so wrapped up in the joyous occasion forgot about my mother. He did not pay sacrifice to her and she became furious. One night when they were out for a walk, passing by Zeus' temple, Aphrodite put a great desire upon them. There, they lay in the temple and had passionate sex on the tile floor. Zeus, in turn furious by their action, turned them into lions."
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Anne had seen a lot of strange things in her past. Having a fairy godmother in her experience required certain coping mechanisms involving the suspension of reality for short breaks in time.
She thought turning mice into horses was a strange turn of event. Nothing prepared her for the sight of three bears, dark brown fur bristling through fabric and lumbering towards the house with angry bear faces towards the house. Mice, after all, were small and friendly and adorable when their nose twitched. Bears were angry and big and heavily clawed and, in her uneducated mind, ate people.
"No, no staying- time to go, go, GO!" she said hurriedly, voice pitching high with fear. She grabbed Snow's hand and Eros's shoulder, pulling them back into the house, towards the back door in the kitchen.
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Anne took off, running right into the door, hands fumbling the knob before breaking back out into the snow. She didn't have time to feel the twinge of jealousy as Eros bore Snow up to the skies, she just kept running, running from the clearing back into the comparative safety of the dense trees, hair whipping at her face.
I DID NOT COME ALL THIS WAY TO BE EATEN BY BEARS
She doesn't get far before she sinks to her knees, chest heaving from the sudden exertion, wear compounding the lack of sleep from the last week, the meager food, the frigid temperatures. It overwhelmed her and tried to extract tears out of her, but Anne kept herself from it, hands balling into fists in frustration.
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Oof! Snow was tossed onto the shoulder of the hot naked man. Before she even had time to blush, she gasped at what she saw through the window. "Bears!" She exclaimed, "How wonderful! Perhaps they'll invite us to stay for teaaaaaaaaAHHH!" She cried out in fear for the first time as she was airborne! It was scary, but it was.... AWESOME! She began to laugh and squeal with glee, already having forgotten about the cabin in the woods, the broken chair, the bears, and the note left on the sitting room table, written in a neatly elegant script on a piece of parchment.
"To whom it may concern,
Rest assured, we mean you no harm. My friends and I did not mean to trespass, but we are weary travelers deposited into this land against our will, seeking temporary shelter against the cold. There was nobody home, and we felt that we had no choice but to come in for a few moments to warm our souls, lest we perish from frostbite.
I leave you this bauble, not as payment, for I don't think a price can be put on your help to us. It is merely a token of our appreciation. My only regret is that we did not get a chance to thank you in person, and to apologize for entering your lovely home uninvited. I hope you understand the urgency of our situation and forgive us this rude gesture.
Sincerely,
Snow White, and her friends Cupid and Anne de Montmorency"
Next to the note is a brilliant opal, about the size of a fist.
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"I--" Anne started, then bit it back, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.
"I'm fine," she said to the ground, and then looked up at Eros. "I think I could use about a week of quiet, peaceful existence. All this running about in snow is not my usual fare."
She rose up and brushed the snow from the ends of her skirt, pushing her hair back out of her face. "Really," she repeated, setting a hand on Cupid's arm, "it's all just nerves and exhaustion." She set away from him and linked her arm in Snow's free one. "Now, I think we should find a residence not so inhabited, yes?" she answered her with a smile.
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