Thread: Terrifyingly Demented Fairytales

Name Scarlett Location The grove in the woods, just outside Chansons-Du-Crpuscule Tagging Anyone in the grove That was it! She'd had enough for one day. With an angry sigh Scarlett stormed out of the tiny cottage she'd been calling home for the better part of her life since the loss of her parents. Yes, she loved her grandmother, but the woman just didn't understand that she needed her freedomfreedom to live and explore, to experience life! She fastened her red cloak about her shouldersoh how her grandmother hated the fact that she loved the thing and loved wearing red in general. It's too bold! the old woman would say. People already whisper about us there's no need to bring about more unwanted attention, she'd mumble But Scarlett hardly cared what the villagers of Chansons-Du-Crpuscule had to say about her or anything else for that matter. She hadn't lived in the village itself since her parents had met their untimely demise and she only went there on her grandmother's behalf to pick up odds and ends that the forest itself and their gardens couldn't provide. No, it didn't matter what anyone thought. In fact, she hoped they did whisper and stare given how she felt right then and there as she ran down the path and past the tree line into the shadow of the woods. Scarlett pulled her red hood over her dark tresses, pushing a few stray strands that had fallen in the way of her blue eyes. Her eyes glittered as she focused on the large trees that began to surround her, engulfing her with gnarled arms that beckoned she go deeper, run further than most would ever dare. She smiled as she heard her grandmother's voice yet again in her head. Oh, the hilarity! If only the old woman knew how often she actually ventured deep into the woods despite all the old stories she'd spin each night by the fireside. She shook her head as she thought on the tales of the dire wolf... she'd yet to see one and she'd gone deeper than anyone into the woods as far as she kneweven deeper than the bravest woodsmen of Chansons-Du-Crpuscule! Slowly the trees were getting thicker, the light of the sun dimming as the canopy of leaves above blotted out its light. Scarlett looked up and giggled. Most would've turned back by now, fear making them cower in terror. But not her. She knew better and disregarded the watchful eyes of the forest, eyes that were ever present. She'd grown accustomed to the sensation, deciding that it was the forest's way of letting her know it was 'alive' in a sense, that creatures did live therecreatures and plants and other such things. Onward Scarlett pressed, her tiny hands tugging at her red cloak. A small chill ran down her spine just then and she suddenly stepped on a stray fallen branch. There was a snap and she jumped, letting out a nervous shriek and giggle. Her cheeks reddened a little at her own silliness, for letting fear creep into her when she was so close to finding the one place she was seeking. Nearly there... nearly there. Scarlett shrugged off the small bit of fright that had tried to overtake her in the brief moment and forged on. And there it was. In the distance she could see it. The trees opened up a little and beyond it, she saw her place of refuge, her place of solace. Laughing, she ran the rest of the way, jumping over tree roots and skipping down the trail until she finally entered her secret grove. Found you, Scarlett whispered, her lips curved upward into a smile. She pushed back her red hood and let her dark hair fall loosely about her slim shoulders. Oh, what would he grandmother think now? I knew I would, she said. I always do.