Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

As the man moved closer, Goldie watched him with a puzzled expression on her face. It seemed as though he was approaching her like he would a cornered animal. She tilted her head in thought. Was that how she appeared? Perhaps. She had run like a startled deer when they caught her in their house. It had been, in her mind, the most appropriate response after having been caught doing something she shouldnt. His bemused smile when she finished speaking wrankled and it was a struggle not to react. Was he laughing at her? Her question had been very reasonable. What? Was she just supposed to trust these giant oafs just because they hadnt immediately attacked her for being in their home uninvited? Was she just supposed to believe that this man was truly harmless just because he behaved in a nonthreatening manner? No! She was a young girl that was clearly in dire straights and just as clearly unarmed. Of course she should be wary. Although, thinking about it now, what guarantee did she have that he would answer honestly? His response after that stupid smile was even worse and she clenched her teeth to keep from speaking. What did this man know of her abilities? Yes, she had broken into a house out of desperation...though she still maintained that leaving ones home unlocked was asking for someone to break in...that didnt mean that she didnt have skills to make a living. She could be a famous artist or musician or the daughter of a wealthy landowner or a princess pretending to be a pauper to avoid a distasteful fate! She didnt even care that in the next breath he forgave her intrusion. How presumptuous to think that she was unskilled! So caught up in her inner rage, she had forgotten about the other two mammoths of men and consequently jumped when they suddenly spoke from the surrounding darkness. No wonder the man had been treating her like she was about to flee. If her first response was to startle at every snap of twig. Silently, Goldie watched the exchange between the three men, her eyes narrowing at Papa every time he directed a passive aggressive statement her way. He was trying to scare her into joining them and it was only serving to fan the fire of her steadily increasing anger. Well, except that last one. The idea of being roped into babysitting or becoming a governess for a bunch of screaming brats in a shoe made her shudder. No, thank you very much. Her eyes widened when he said her name and, for the first time since he had stepped in front of her, Goldie thought about running. How did he know her name? Had he already heard about her flight from the villagers? Were they close enough that they had encountered them somewhere in the woods? They didnt look familiar so she didnt think that they came into the village for supplies. It couldnt have spread to the other villages nearby...could it? It had been a long time and she had lost count of the days in the woods. She had been on the run for long enough that she had lost a considerable amount of weight...Had it really been weeks? She had thought it had only been a mental exaggeration because she was tired and hungry. She thought about asking what day it was but He did know! Gods above and below!! He knew! They were going to take her back! Goldie looked around frantically for a place to escape. Could she turn around and run back to the cabin? What if she only started in that direction? Would she have enough time to veer off track before one of the younger men came up on her sides. She seemed to be at least faster than they were, even if the older man was some kind of champion runner She blinked in confusion when one of the boys stepped forward and removed his own shoes to place them at her feet. He was giving her his shoes? She gave him a questioning look and then looked back down at the shoes as she tried to comprehend what she had missed during her panic. This small act of kindness to a stranger touched her and a tightness in her chest suddenly made it very difficult to breathe. If she did, she was certain that she would cry and She glanced back up at him to thank him but then felt her cheeks instantly flare with heat. Oh my ... Goldies mouth began to water and she swallowed roughly so as not to drool. Had she wandered into the den of some forest gods or something? Leshiye, perhaps. They could shape change, couldnt they? Didnt they kidnap young maidens to...uh...make Leshiye babies? She couldnt remember the tales accurately. Maybe they were just the ones that lead travellers astray. Should she turn her dress backward? Did she really mind if this one kidnapped her? She eyed the muscled contours of his now naked chest and decided that no, she didnt think she would mind at all. At the sudden bark from Papa she jumped right along with Lord of the Bulging Pectorals. Then she let out a breath that she only then realized she was still holding. Stars and sprites, she had not prepared herself for that! When Manly Muscles turned to go, she almost ran after him right then but she snapped herself out of it. She was not going to make a possibly life ending decision based on a chest...or a now visible back that was just as impressive as the front...Gods save her! No! No she would not do that. Not at all. As she finally turned to Papa to tell him so, her eyes widened once more at his sudden closeness. When had he moved? Surely she hadnt been that distracted by all that...man. Her mouth once again flooded with saliva when he mentioned the pork feast. How was it that the word succulent almost had a flavor to it? Her stomach gave a loud grumble and she nearly wept again at the idea of getting clean as well. How long had it been since she had been truly clean? And a hot bath. The quick dips she had taken in the streams had been frigid and far from pleasant and a hot bath sounded heavenly. She blinked and looked around, realizing only then that she was alone. Yep... Leshiye. Had to be. She couldnt have been distracted in her own thoughts long enough for him to just walk away. Unless she had gone crazy? Had she lost consciousness? Had then even been there in the first place? Goldie looked down at her feet at the clothes that had been left behind. They had been there. Here was proof. She looked behind her and just barely caught a glimpse of Papa through the trees. Damn. Well, she would likely die either way. At least if she followed them, she might get food and shelter before doing so. With a speed that she didnt know she had left in her, she slipped on the boots, that were far too big for her, and slipped on the shirt, which could have counted as a short dress all on its own, before hurrying after them...or hurrying as much as the unruly boots would allow. Eeep! She cried out as she tripped and crashed into Papas back. The shoes had been a sweet gesture but she was liable to kill herself in them. Clearing her throat, she straightened and took a few steps back. A moment, please. I had only asked a question, I never said I wouldnt go home with you. As you said, I have very few options. However! I do feel the need to correct you in your assessment of my abilities to take care of myself. I have been in the woods for a long time now and I have done pretty well. I havent died and I only have a few scrapes here and there. Maybe part of that was luck, I will give you that, but I am not bloody helpless! She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm. That said, despite the fact that you all obviously think I would immediately perish without a strong She glanced in the direction of the younger men. ...very strong male presence there to protect me, I will gladly accept your offer. After a moment of consideration, she added. For now! The first moment I feel that something is off, I will leave. If I even suspect you have told anyone that I am with you...I dont know what I will do but it will be bad. Though whether it would be bad for them or for her, she didnt know. She was caught somewhere between breaking into tears and screaming and the amount of effort it took to hold back both left her trembling. S-so let's avoid that, okay? She bit her lip and then gave him a hopeful look. Will...will you really feed me?