ROLEPLAY HQ - creature-of-anger

The wind outside whipped and roared in the evening air. A flurry of snow was dancing down onto the ground. It was freezing outside. The small village of Mara was quiet and still, all except for one house. This home had three occupants. A mother, a father, and their daughter, Alora. The three were sitting in their small living room by a fire, much like every other household was. All were anticipating who would be chosen as the sacrifice to the beast that lived in the forest. Many of the villagers had grown up with the legend of The Beast. A vicious monster who struck at night, stealing livestock and villagers at random... The elders of the village had decided that they had had enough of living in terror, and so they established an idea. They would sacrifice one of their villagers in exchange for peace. This was the first time a sacrifice was to be made, and the elders said they would make their decision by this evening. Whoever's home the soldier's appeared at... would give the sacrifice without question. Hours went by, and just as Alora and her parents believed that they were safe, the soldiers appeared. Three men stood at the door, their captain knocking on the wooden door of Alora's home. Alora's father opened the door, his eyes wide. "Who...Who is to be chosen?" He prayed it was him. Alora's mother clung to her, terror filling her eyes. Quietly, the captain spoke. "Your daughter." Alora's mother wailed her sorrows, not wanting to believe it to be true. Alora looked to her parents, a forced smile on her lips. "I will be okay. It'll be alright. I promise." She whispered. She gave them each a hug, a hug so tight that the soldiers were worried she would need to be sedated... But, Alora went with the soldiers willingly. She was given a long black cloak and then the soldiers brought her in a small horse drawn carriage to a large field outside the village. Alora's long pink hair flowed down her back, her eyes bright like the moon.

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She was ready... as terrifying as this situation was. She swallowed hard, gripping her skirt tightly as the carriage rode on. Finally, the carriage stopped. The Captain opened the carriage door and held his hand out, "My Lady... Forgive us." His voice held so much sorrow. His own daughter had actually been picked, and yet... he begged the Lord of the village to pick another, and in her stead, Alora was picked. Alora knew none of this. No one did, and yet he couldn't hide his shame. Alora smiled at the man, "It is alright." She said nothing more, and she followed the men. She was brought to a large tree. The soldiers took extra long shackles and bound her hands and feet together and then tied her to the tree, ensuring that she could not escape. "Forgive us...Please." The man said once more, before he turned and left. The soldiers followed suit, and soon, Alora was left alone in the storm. The wind picked up in speed, and the snow came down hard. Alora was shivering, her cloak soaked from the snow. Her feet had grown numb, and her fingers felt like they were on fire. Tears slowly began to run down her cheeks. The fear was setting in. She didn't know what this beast looked like, and she was afraid to actually find out. As the weather grew worse, Alora found herself fading. "He....Help..." She whispered. This was wrong. No one had come. Was The Beast even real? Was she just going to freeze to death out here?! "Help..." She called, her voice weak from the cold. "....Please..." Alora whimpered, her eyes slowly growing heavy. Her face was red, her tears frozen to her cheeks. Her hands and feet growing red and nearly blue. She would soon be dead if no one came.

@xBadrukax

Anger is this… inescapable human emotion. It grips the heart with relentless talons which refuse to release you until you’ve decided whatever has angered you, is no longer worthy of your attention. This is where Hale failed, cursed to become this beast when his anger overrides his logic, a beast with scales and wings and claws. The beast which the village feared. Anger ran his life, the crazed pilot in the cockpit of his mind which forced him into a constant state of a morphed being. Of course, a man with wings, horns, and fire breath would frighten anyone, so the beast lurked the Forrest with a broken heart, an outcast from misunderstanding. The longer he spent alone, the more angry he became. He hated the outside world, which was why he never truly spent time around the village. Yet today, he had found himself wandering the trees in the raging blizzard. The heat within his core was more than enough to keep him warm, evaporating the snow flakes as soon as they touched his skin. He had almost decided to turn around and go back home, until he heard the frightened cries of a young woman in the distance. His golden eyes flicked towards the sound, and he internally battled wether or not he should help… but alas, there was still some part of him that cared for the innocent. With a flick of his wings, the Beast took off of the ground and shot through the air. His body traveled like an arrow, yet darted around tree trunks and boulders as he did. The voice was growing closer, but it was also fading. She was in trouble, he could hear her heart fading. He thought he was too late, until he touched down in front of the unconscious woman. Puffs of air fluttered out of his nostrils, turning into heated clouds as he stepped towards the girl. His heart ached for her, this fate worse than death, and he knew that he couldn’t leave her. A quick slice of his wing, which was extremely powerful and very sharp, snapped through all of her thick chains effortlessly, and he envel

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oped her into his arms. He hoped that his heated core would begin to warm her, noticing how her skin felt like ice against his scales. There was no time to carry her home, so he did what he knew was best. A quick flap of his wings lifted them off of the ground and into the air above the trees, and he began to fly desperately through the raging storm towards his hidden mansion. Dipping into a cave, and out of the storm, there were merely moments between the fading of the wind and the warmth of the room as he entered through the window. Hale carried the woman slowly over to the bed, setting her down into the soft satin sheets of the mattress and pulling the large downy comforter over her small body. His eyes danced over her features, thousands of questions running through his mind but no voice to answer them. Not yet, at least.

@VaVaVicodin

Alora did not wake when the beast grabbed her nor when he lifted her into his arms and flew her to his home. Alora’s frigid body did get warmer the longer she was against the beast, and when he set her down onto the bed, she began to stir. A soft moan escaped her and her eyes fluttered open. “Mm.. what? Where…where am-“ Her eyes met the beasts and immediately she felt like her chest was going to explode. A small whimper left her lips and she shakily spoke. “Wh-Who are you?” Her fists curled in the sheets, her body shaking both with the cold and with absolute pure terror. Alora couldn’t register that she was in a gorgeous room. She was too gripped with fear for the man above her. She had no idea who he was or what the Beast looked like, so she was unable to put two and two together. @xBadrukax

Hale’s dark eyes scanned over the girls flesh as she began to stir, satisfied that he couldn’t see any open wounds. Of course, there was a possibility for frostbite, but he hoped desperately that he had found her in time so she wouldn’t lose any limbs. When she shot up in fear, the beast didn’t even flinch. He was used to being reacted to this way, his face untouched and set stoically as he gathered every detail of her pretty face. “I am who your people call the beast,” he said, his large wings expanding at his sides and fluttering slightly, whatever snow or water that was left on the extra limbs fluttered to the ground. The wet rolled off of his wings like it would on the back of a duck. Though, the water which covered the rest of his body seemed to set and trickle down every ridge of his muscular body, flowing down into or beneath his trousers. “I am not going to harm you, I brought you here to warm up.”

@VaVaVicodin

“You…You saved me, then? Thank you…” Alora’s voice was quiet as she asked if the man had indeed rescued her. She hadn’t even recalled anyone coming after she called for help. But, perhaps that was due to the cold. She recalled fainting and wondering if this was the last time she’d be alive, but clearly it wasn’t. Pale eyes scanned the man’s muscular form. He was extremely attractive and Alora couldn’t help the blush that spread along her cheeks. She pushed some hair behind her ear and looked down at her lap, averting her gaze from his exposed skin. “You’re soaked. If…if you don’t dry off, you could get sick. Do you have a towel or spare clothes near by?” She asked, slowly moving from the bed. However, as she placed both feet on the floor, the weakness of being outside in the cold, plus her soaked dress, sapped the strength from her body. She collapsed to the floor, shivering. Her hands trembled and a tingling sensation ran up her fingers and toes to her hands and legs. Getting warmth back in her limbs definitely wasn’t the most pleasant experience. “P-Perhaps… two towels would suffice?” She asked, her voice shaking from the cold. She knew if she didn’t get dried off and warmed up soon, she’d get sick, and sickness could mean death. “O-Or a fire?” @xBadrukax

“Well first off, you should probably get back under the covers until I can get you dry clothes.” He stepped forward, though this time a bit slower as to not frighten her, and leaned down to scoop her back up into his arms. He held her tightly against his chest as he lifted her from the floor and returned her to the bed, pulling the sheets up over her shoulders. He didn’t say another word before turning away from her and making his way across the room to a fireplace, which hadn’t been lit in ages. He gathered some of the wood from the pile beside it, his biceps and triceps bunching and rippling as he heaved them into the dark hole. It took just one breath for fire to engulf the wood, immediately sending a large waft of warm air through the room. Hale would slowly stand back to his feet, turning and stomping over to a pair of large French doors, which he pulled open to reveal an assortment of women’s clothes. Once upon a time, a woman lived here… but that was a story for another time. He pulled out a thicker dress, which was red in color. It had long sleeves and a very intricate design that graced it’s torso. It was the first he chose from the closet, he didn’t much have an eye for women’s clothing. He turned away from the closet and brought the dress all the way back to the bed, laying it down on the stool at the end of it and grunting in satisfaction. “You may come down to the dining room when you are finished. Food will be prepared.” That was all that he said, before he turned away and immediately walked out of the massive, almost royal room.

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@VaVaVicodin

Alora didn't argue as the Beast lifted her back into his arms. He was warm just like a fire place and she instinctively leaned into him, her shivering slowly subsiding as his body heat spread through her. She curled back into the blankets and sheets once he set her down, the chill of the cold slowly dissipating. The beast lit a fire, though he had no tools, just... just his breath. Alora swallowed in fear, ducking down a little. So this beast was... part dragon? That made far more sense, at least with his looks and his abilities. The dress he chose was a beautiful thick red and grey dress and before she could thank him, he left, telling her to come down to the dining room once she was finished changing. The mere thought of food made her stomach growl with need. She was starving, especially after getting her strength back from the cold. Alora climbed out of the massive bed and stripped her clothing, setting them out in front of the fire place so they could dry. She changed into the long red and grey dress, pulling it tightly against her and synching the belt at her hips. The dress fit her almost perfectly and Alora did a small spin, the beauty of the dress mesmerizing. 'I will thank him the moment I see him again.' She thought. She would not be rude and not thank him... even if he did scare the living soul out of her. Alora looked around the room. It was massive! It was even bigger than her entire house! Just where was she? She had never seen a place so beautiful and exquisite before. Another growl from her stomach reminded her that she had food to get to, and Alora left the large room. He had told her to go to the dining hall... but where was it? Alora did her best, and after opening several doors that were either closets, spare bedrooms, or bathrooms, she finally found a large pair of oak doors and the scent of freshly cooked food wafted from the interior. This was the dining hall. Alora opened one of the doors and shyly poked her head in. "H-Hello? Sir?"

@xBadrukax

Hale left the bedroom, and the woman, so that he could go prepare them some dinner. He didn’t expect her to stay, nor did he necessarily want her to. This life was lonely, and desolate. He would never wish that on someone like her. Though, he wasn’t sure that after what her people had done to her she would ever want to go back to them. He walked briskly through the halls, which were tall and dark and covered in cobwebs. The paintings thst were on the wall had many subjects, women and men alike. They almost all had dark hair and light eyes, paired with ivory or mostly pale skin. Every one of them was dressed nicely, their clothes intricately designed and most likely tailored by a very talented individual. It took Hale much less time to find his way to the dining hall, which was just beside the kitchen. Once, a long time ago, these halls had been bustling with staff… now they were quiet and completely empty. The man folded his wings tightly up against his back, so that when he walked through the much smaller door on the west side of the dinning hall he wouldn’t harm himself. Though, these actions were merely second nature to him and he hadn’t even thought about it. Much like how a normal mortal would move an arm to avoid getting smacked. He moved diligently around the kitchen, pulling down a large pan and dipping it in the large pale of water that had been collected the last time he had been blessed with rain. Once full, he placed it over the stove, opening the heavy stone doors and stocking a fire just like he had done in her room. After he placed many ingredients in the pot, he had managed to make a chicken stew. It smelled wonderful, the years of isolation had actually taught him many skills. One of which being cooking. He had only just poured a couple of bowls of the stew and appeared out of the kitchen doors when she called out for him. “Hale. My name is Hale,” he corrected her. He hadn’t been called a title in what felt like ages, so it felt… wrong for her

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to do it now. He approached the large table, placing one of the bowls on one side of the table and the other just across from it. He pulled out the chair in front of the first one, lifting his eyes to gaze over at the woman expectantly.

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@VaVaVicodin

Alora took the name in as she approached the table. Hale. That was a nice name. Alora inhaled the meal's scent, her stomach growling in response. Alora blinked as she noticed Hale pull her chair for her. She sat down quickly, bowing her head in respect. "Thank you very much, Hale." She said quickly, not wanting to see disrespectful. The food smelt delicious, and Alora waited until he was seated before she lifted up the spoon beside the bowl. She took a bite and almost moaned with delight. The food was so good, especially after nearly freezing to death outside. Swallowing the first bite, Alora smiled at Hale, "This is delicious. Thank you very much, Hale." She took a few more bites in silence, her actions slow but elegant. Alora had been taught how to be graceful, yet fill her stomach. She was not careless. While she wasn't royalty, she was taught manners. Taking a small break from the bowl, Alora looked up at Hale. Her eyes scanned over his form. The large horns, the wings that were pressed to his back, the massive talons... "I...I take it you are part...dragon?" She questioned quietly. As soon as the words left her mouth she blushed darkly. Shame filled her body and she looked down at the bowl of stew. "F-Forgive me! That was rather personal... Forgive me, Hale." She cleared her throat and looked up at him again. "Thank you for saving my life. If you had not come, I surely would have died. Thank you, Hale. If there is anything I can do to repay you, please, allow me to do so." She said, looking at him, her eyes meeting his. Alora had always been taught that no matter what, if someone showed you a kindness, especially one as big as saving one's life, it was to be repaid, no matter what they asked. @xBadrukax