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RE Craving... will you soothe it for me? 1st post example, stolen from Fear Incarnate with Light the Fuse I don't like to 1st post unless you really interest me. The night she had found her father pacing in his study, Violet began to worry for him. Even though he never said a word to her, it was clear something was amiss. As she gazed out her glass paneled doorway, into the shimmering woods and sighing meadows, she began to long for a happier place within the world. One she could actually explore, as her father and mother had forbidden her from ever leaving the fenced area of their cottage. Though called a cottage by its inhabitants, it was anything but one. The castle was four stories high, brimming with servants and chefs for every occasion. It allowed the residents, even the servants, to live in the lap of luxury. And though she wasn't allowed to leave the constantly guarded parameter, within it she was able to horseback ride along the beach, garden for pleasure, and bask in the sun as she pleased though she rarely ever did that, as she was as pale as the first snow. The next morning, Violet was awakened by a maid. One who had orders to awaken her, dress her, and have her join her father and mother in the dining hall. Dressing was always a pain for Vie, the corsets and the skirts always weighed her down. However, she knew that if she wanted to be in good terms with her parents, she would wear them like a proper lady. In a slight rebellion though, she refused to wear the face powder and other various products to make her face look like a doll's. She padded downstairs in her bare feet, another rebellious habit of hers, with her skirts trailing behind her, Violet brushed her fingers though her namesake colored hair. Though it was not actually purple, the deep hue of black that her hair held gave it a some-what violet shine. In her slight morning daze, she sat down quietly at the table and began to serve herself some of the warm breakfast on the table, not noticing the morose looks of her parent's faces. Vie, her mother tried softly, but her father, the King, interrupted. Violet, we've found you a husband to live with. Instantly, her eyes shot to her father, flashing angrily. Excuse me? she asked, her tone enraged her father however. Do not speak to me in that way, young lady! This was a hard decision for your mother and I! Vie rolled her eyes, even though they had seemed to spring a leak, Okay. When do I leave? she asked, expecting some time to get her things together. Today, he replied, The maids are collecting your things as we speak. Before he was finished with his sentence, she had sprung from her chair and rushed back to her safe place, her room, to the balcony of it as the servants bustled around her. Soon, she found herself sitting in the carriage, riding the rocky road towards the exit. Having already said bye to her parents, promising to write, the gates opened for her caravan of guards and belongings as she left the compound of the castle for the first time in her life. Though angry at the thought of being traded out for money, Violet was giddy to see the outside world. But, she did not anticipate how mundane it would all become when she watched out the window for a few hours straight, weed after weed passing her window. She heard a squeal of horses, about five hours into their trip. Then suddenly, the carriage halted roughly, throwing her to the floor of it. Luckily, this meant she was out of sight for the moment the guard was slain by a horrific creature she had never seen before. None of the dense creatures had thought to look in the carriage as the pillaged her items that followed it. Rather, they tipped the carriage over with a crash and set the horses free. Violet wanted to scream, but knew that would draw attention to herself, so she sat in silence as the huge, monstrous, ugly creatures scavenged her jewels and her fathers payment for her future husband. Shaking, Vie awaited their departure. Hoping they would never find her, and that she could somehow make her way back home.