The Sentence (2/??)
anonymous
April 16 2011, 23:25:44 UTC
“I don’t…”
“…Away!”
“Hush! I heard something too!”
“…fear…now!”
“There!”
“What was…?”
“Shush!”
“Go away!”
“If you do not wish to face fear, leave!”
“You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Return to your villages now!”
“Okay, I’m getting serious creeps now,” one of the hunters murmured. “Those voices don’t sound anything like human.”
“Go away!”
“Are we really hearing someone speak, or is it just the wind?” The cocky voice was ruined by the trembling of the voice’s speaker. He wasn’t the only one, several of the hunters were shuffling uncomfortably and looking at each other for signs on what to do. Belle remained starring fixedly at her side, motionless.
“If you do not wish to face fear, leave!”
“You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Return to your villages now!”
The last voice came as a sudden scream and suddenly something resembling a black cloud burst free from the other side of the river and launched itself on the hunters. Men and horses alike screamed and suddenly they were pelting backwards, going back where they came from. Philippe shrieked and would have joined them but his mistress yanked his reins sharply and uttered even sharper words, and the horse found itself stumbling but remaining at the same spot. Belle swept the black cloud away and recognized the black material that now clung to her. “It’s soot!”
Philippe neighed loudly, wanting to run again, but Belle yanked the reins again. “Easy, boy! Someone’s probably just playing a trick on us! We’re not going to be frightened away that easily!” She ignored how, even if the soot may be a prank, the voices certainly didn’t sound human. Redirecting the reins, she threw her weight forward, and the horse charged towards the river. Belle didn’t even flinch as the animal jumped across and made it to the other side.
The voices became louder, “Go away!” “You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Let’s find them, Philippe!” Belle cut through the suddenly unfamiliar forest, chasing after the voices, and she could hear them backing off. The voices were moving back, trying to place distance between them, but Belle pursed. The village’s own hunting princess did not take kindly to someone trying to scare her from her game, and for all she knew the voices probably wanted to take the deer, the ones she had been chasing for so long, for themselves. So she continued forward, crashing through branches and riding against the wind.
“Go away!”
“Return to your villages now!”
“Ha!” Belle almost laughed at the sheer repetitiveness of her phantoms, “You’ll think they’ll learn to say something more creative, don’t you Philippe?”
Philippe’s response was a sharp whine and to Belle’s surprise, a sudden stop. Belle caught herself just in time to prevent a fall to the unforgiving ground, and she frowned. Never had her horse disobeyed her commands to run, “Philippe, what…?” The horse whined again, staring with wide eyes, and Belle turned to see what had caught her ride’s attention. Her breath caught in her throat.
The Sentence (3/??)
anonymous
April 16 2011, 23:48:55 UTC
There was a sharp drop on Philippe’s side, showing off a portion of the forest on lower ground. Amidst the trees and thick foliage was the back of some unidentified large beast. Thick, tangled brown fur promised something wild; wicked curved horns showed another threat besides fangs. They were too far to see any details, but judging by the rise and fall of the animal, it was probably asleep. What animal slept outside so openly like this?
One that, perhaps, have never been in the presence of hunters.
“That creature looks big enough to feed papa and I for a good portion of the winter,” Belle whispered to Philippe. “We’ll be able to spare countless other animals, and think! A game as large as that, if it had gone towards the village, imagine the chaos that could cause!” Philippe understood his mistress’ intentions, and began a slow trek down to where the creature was. They approached as quietly and cautiously as possible, and finally Belle pulled out an arrow and readied a shot. The beast continued to sleep obliviously, half-surrounded and half-hidden by the plants around it, Belle couldn’t aim directly for the heart or neck but this close a shot was bound to do something.
“Go away!”
And suddenly the voice was no longer whispery and far off but almost screamed from beside her. Belle was so startled she released her arrow without calculating a more precise shot. The arrow flew forward and struck what might have been the beast’s front legs.
Then the creature roared in pain and anger and threw its arms up and stood up on its hind legs and suddenly Belle regretted not investigating the animal closer before shooting it. Philippe shared similar thoughts, it finally had enough of Belle’s adventures and rouse up to its hind legs sharply, throwing its mistress to the ground. Belle managed to keep a hold of her arrows and bow, but Philippe was tearing back to where they came from. “Philippe! Wait! Don’t go!”
But the horse was long gone, and Belle, thrown into a most vulnerable position, turned back to look at her immediate threat. The beast was still roaring and now Belle could see definitely that it was no regular beast. The creature stood on its hind legs and was wearing clothing, pants and what seemed to be a cape, but it was definitely a beast. Ragged brown fur, horns, a snout and a jaw of vicious fangs; and all those were incomparable to the angry eyes that looked around widely before focusing on her.
“YOU!!”
Good lord, the thing could talk. Belle straightened, getting to her feet quickly, bow and arrow at hand, the beast roared again and she took a few steps back. That didn’t stop her from getting ready for another shot.
“No!”
The familiar voice cried out again, and Belle halted in her movements, half bewildered, half curious. The beast shared none of her reservations, but shouted out in response, “She shot me first!”
“You will not harm those here”
“I am master here! These are my grounds! She is trespassing on my territory!”
“She knows not what she has done.”
“Ignorance is no excuse! You only have to look at me to see that!”
“You know as well as us that your story is different from hers. Now, drop your weapons, child, unless you wish for a fight and your subsequent death.” Belle hesitated, she could almost feel the eyes watching her, waiting impatiently for her to drop her bow and arrows, but she did not trust the beast in front of her not to attack as soon as she was defenseless. Her apprehension must have shown on her face, because there was a sigh.
“He will not attack you if you cooperate, isn’t that right, master?”
“She shot me!”
“But she hasn’t killed you and you yourself have hunted before, she wasn’t acting particularly vicious.”
The beast snarled, for one moment Belle tensed, ready to let the arrow fly at a moment’s notice, but then the creature and his head away. “Fine, I won’t touch her, but she has already seen me for what I am. I cannot simply let her go, and risk her returning with a group of hunters.”
Re: The Sentence (3/??) afterandalasiaApril 17 2011, 08:43:57 UTC
Oh my god, squeeeee. I have been keeping half an eye on this for the LONGEST time, and omg it got filled. This is AWESOME.
In answer to your questions in the reporting thread, you got it right. Post in the meme, report the fill in that thread. The mods try to update the lists every weekend, though they were also updated just before this fillathon started.
Re: The Sentence (3/??)
anonymous
April 23 2011, 07:52:35 UTC
*Blushes* thank you, at first when it seemed like no one was commenting I thought that meant either no one was interested/I was writing poorly/I did not properly report my fill. I'm relieved to know that I did at least made two readers happy, I shall start writing the next part now!
“…Away!”
“Hush! I heard something too!”
“…fear…now!”
“There!”
“What was…?”
“Shush!”
“Go away!”
“If you do not wish to face fear, leave!”
“You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Return to your villages now!”
“Okay, I’m getting serious creeps now,” one of the hunters murmured. “Those voices don’t sound anything like human.”
“Go away!”
“Are we really hearing someone speak, or is it just the wind?” The cocky voice was ruined by the trembling of the voice’s speaker. He wasn’t the only one, several of the hunters were shuffling uncomfortably and looking at each other for signs on what to do. Belle remained starring fixedly at her side, motionless.
“If you do not wish to face fear, leave!”
“You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Return to your villages now!”
The last voice came as a sudden scream and suddenly something resembling a black cloud burst free from the other side of the river and launched itself on the hunters. Men and horses alike screamed and suddenly they were pelting backwards, going back where they came from. Philippe shrieked and would have joined them but his mistress yanked his reins sharply and uttered even sharper words, and the horse found itself stumbling but remaining at the same spot. Belle swept the black cloud away and recognized the black material that now clung to her. “It’s soot!”
Philippe neighed loudly, wanting to run again, but Belle yanked the reins again. “Easy, boy! Someone’s probably just playing a trick on us! We’re not going to be frightened away that easily!” She ignored how, even if the soot may be a prank, the voices certainly didn’t sound human. Redirecting the reins, she threw her weight forward, and the horse charged towards the river. Belle didn’t even flinch as the animal jumped across and made it to the other side.
The voices became louder, “Go away!” “You will not harm those who come to us!”
“Let’s find them, Philippe!” Belle cut through the suddenly unfamiliar forest, chasing after the voices, and she could hear them backing off. The voices were moving back, trying to place distance between them, but Belle pursed. The village’s own hunting princess did not take kindly to someone trying to scare her from her game, and for all she knew the voices probably wanted to take the deer, the ones she had been chasing for so long, for themselves. So she continued forward, crashing through branches and riding against the wind.
“Go away!”
“Return to your villages now!”
“Ha!” Belle almost laughed at the sheer repetitiveness of her phantoms, “You’ll think they’ll learn to say something more creative, don’t you Philippe?”
Philippe’s response was a sharp whine and to Belle’s surprise, a sudden stop. Belle caught herself just in time to prevent a fall to the unforgiving ground, and she frowned. Never had her horse disobeyed her commands to run, “Philippe, what…?” The horse whined again, staring with wide eyes, and Belle turned to see what had caught her ride’s attention. Her breath caught in her throat.
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There was a sharp drop on Philippe’s side, showing off a portion of the forest on lower ground. Amidst the trees and thick foliage was the back of some unidentified large beast. Thick, tangled brown fur promised something wild; wicked curved horns showed another threat besides fangs. They were too far to see any details, but judging by the rise and fall of the animal, it was probably asleep. What animal slept outside so openly like this?
One that, perhaps, have never been in the presence of hunters.
“That creature looks big enough to feed papa and I for a good portion of the winter,” Belle whispered to Philippe. “We’ll be able to spare countless other animals, and think! A game as large as that, if it had gone towards the village, imagine the chaos that could cause!” Philippe understood his mistress’ intentions, and began a slow trek down to where the creature was. They approached as quietly and cautiously as possible, and finally Belle pulled out an arrow and readied a shot. The beast continued to sleep obliviously, half-surrounded and half-hidden by the plants around it, Belle couldn’t aim directly for the heart or neck but this close a shot was bound to do something.
“Go away!”
And suddenly the voice was no longer whispery and far off but almost screamed from beside her. Belle was so startled she released her arrow without calculating a more precise shot. The arrow flew forward and struck what might have been the beast’s front legs.
Then the creature roared in pain and anger and threw its arms up and stood up on its hind legs and suddenly Belle regretted not investigating the animal closer before shooting it. Philippe shared similar thoughts, it finally had enough of Belle’s adventures and rouse up to its hind legs sharply, throwing its mistress to the ground. Belle managed to keep a hold of her arrows and bow, but Philippe was tearing back to where they came from. “Philippe! Wait! Don’t go!”
But the horse was long gone, and Belle, thrown into a most vulnerable position, turned back to look at her immediate threat. The beast was still roaring and now Belle could see definitely that it was no regular beast. The creature stood on its hind legs and was wearing clothing, pants and what seemed to be a cape, but it was definitely a beast. Ragged brown fur, horns, a snout and a jaw of vicious fangs; and all those were incomparable to the angry eyes that looked around widely before focusing on her.
“YOU!!”
Good lord, the thing could talk. Belle straightened, getting to her feet quickly, bow and arrow at hand, the beast roared again and she took a few steps back. That didn’t stop her from getting ready for another shot.
“No!”
The familiar voice cried out again, and Belle halted in her movements, half bewildered, half curious. The beast shared none of her reservations, but shouted out in response, “She shot me first!”
“You will not harm those here”
“I am master here! These are my grounds! She is trespassing on my territory!”
“She knows not what she has done.”
“Ignorance is no excuse! You only have to look at me to see that!”
“You know as well as us that your story is different from hers. Now, drop your weapons, child, unless you wish for a fight and your subsequent death.” Belle hesitated, she could almost feel the eyes watching her, waiting impatiently for her to drop her bow and arrows, but she did not trust the beast in front of her not to attack as soon as she was defenseless. Her apprehension must have shown on her face, because there was a sigh.
“He will not attack you if you cooperate, isn’t that right, master?”
“She shot me!”
“But she hasn’t killed you and you yourself have hunted before, she wasn’t acting particularly vicious.”
The beast snarled, for one moment Belle tensed, ready to let the arrow fly at a moment’s notice, but then the creature and his head away. “Fine, I won’t touch her, but she has already seen me for what I am. I cannot simply let her go, and risk her returning with a group of hunters.”
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I. I will return and make an actual comment once I stop hyperventilating.
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BTW, do you have a link of the archer!Belle picture? Images does wonders for my imagination~
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Here you go!: http://pics.livejournal.com/tauruschick12/pic/0004wxbf/g8
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In answer to your questions in the reporting thread, you got it right. Post in the meme, report the fill in that thread. The mods try to update the lists every weekend, though they were also updated just before this fillathon started.
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