Roza Huntress's Story

Roza Huntress was out in the forest when it started to rain, she had her red cloak and her hood was up. In her hands she held her bow as she was planning on hunting down a deer so she would have some food for the week but the rain ruinded her plans "Damnit this is one of the last things I needed" she muttered out loud as she walked through the forest. She kept her eyes open and made sure to listen to every sound that was made, she could never be sure when to wolf would decide to sneak up on her.

She started to make her way back to the village of Feather Brooke Kingdom, she decided to go spend some time with Christopher. She has been worried about him lately because of his fowl mood but she decided to let him be the last couple days hoping his mood has changed. She walked the roads, nodding and saying hello to a few villagers that she has passed. Roza was known around the village for her generosity and help, she often shared what she hunted with the less fortunate villagers and because of that she has made a name for herself, though everyone still called her Red, it was the name that she has been going by since she was a child. Only few called her by Roza.

As she got closer to Christophers place she saw a man and two little girls walking from the door, she took a good look at them and saw the man look at her and asked her for directions to the nearest bread store. She smiled and pointed them in the right direction then continued her way to Christophers place. When she reached the door she knocked three times then stepped back as she waited for Christopher to answer. She was drenched from being in the rain but she didnt really mind, she actually enjoyed the rain but wwhat she didnt like was how dark the clouds looked.

Abel Cheshire

Abel was bored. He'd been consistently bored for well, some time now. Everybody was too concerned with running around, trying to repair their broken relationships and nobody had any time to play with him. Fancy that! People not having time for him... What was the world coming to?

He sat on the rocks, overlooking the pebble beach, slightly mesmerized by the waves as the gently kissed the shore. It was almost trance-like.. It was just that trancing out wasn't really Abel's 'thing'... It was all too slow paced and not nearly chaotic enough. He pulled a cigarette from the pocket of his waist-coat and lit it, inhaling it's calming effects gratefully. It's slow-burning embers made a pretty highlight to the otherwise all-too-dark backdrop.

He found himself in quite the predicament. Not only was it raining, leaving him and his cigarette a soaking mess, but the ground beneath where he sat was drenched by the waves and rain and he didn't want to get down, least he risk becoming damp and dirty. The very thought of all that dirt and sand sticking to him repulsed him. He hugged his knees to his chest, wondering how ever he might get out of this situation.

"Goddammit. Why does this always happen to me?" he whined, adding drama and theatrics to his tone, solely for the purpose of entertaining himself.

"Oh shut up. S'if a little water could muck up your pretty face, anyway. Your beauty is untouchable", he continued, rolling his eyes in response to his previous whining.

"You know, you're absolutely right. I'm simply wonderful. Besides, I'm already saturated", and with that, he leaped down from the rocks, agile as the feline blood which coursed through him and turned to leave the beach behind. He was feeling like tonight was the kind of night to grab his guitar, climb a tree and serenade himself with love songs under the moon... Wait, wait, wait... It was always a night for that.

And then something caught his attention, a crumpled form down by the water. "What the..." he muttered, bracing himself for the waves as he strolled towards the figure, his curiosity piked... His curiosity would surely be the death of him.

He knelt beside the unconscious female form and poked at it, his head cocked in intrigue. "Er... you're kind of getting wet there, you know?" he said. On closer inspection, he noticed that this girl was not native to Ever After. He knew everybody in this damned place, and she was not familiar to him. Well, this certainly was interesting. "Well, now. A new-comer. And how the hell did you get here?" he spoke, kicking the girl lightly to wake her up.


Abraham Lupus

"Checkmate" the servant said, looking into Abraham's eyes with a all-too-confident look. If only she'd known that she really shouldn't have done that. In one ferocious swipe, Abraham swept the chess board off of the table, the pieces scattering to the ground as his eyes glinted silver.

Abraham took a deep breath, trying his best to control the change. He really, really couldn't stand losing... and to a servant of all things. A female servant at that. "Well, Lydia, you've pissed me off now. I hope you're pleased with yourself. And put that cigarette out. How many times do I have to tell you not to smoke inside?"

The smell of smoke made his head hurt. Lydia stood, dropping her head and apologizing meekly as she stubbed out the cigarette on the mahogany table, which elicited a scowl from Abraham. Lydia couldn't hide the faint smirk from her face.

"It really isn't amusing, Lydia. Go make yourself useful for God's sake" Abraham said, standing up and brushing off his coat, looking not at all pleased. How was it even possible for him to be bested by a servant girl? To make matters worse, Lydia was always pushing his buttons and he swore she did it intentionally, like she thought it was hilarious to piss him off or something. She wouldn't think it was funny when the day came that he couldn't control the shift and slashed her to bits, would she? No. He didn't think so.

He marched towards the front door of the lair, anger overly apparent in his stride, the scowl seemingly tattooed upon his features. He knew today would be a bad day for him as soon as he woke up and found his white roses wilted... that was a bad omen.

He strode out, heading towards the forest. He was hungry, on the hunt. He was searching for the one thing he knew would sate his ever-present appetite... Red.

Why was it that ever since he'd stolen the Love Stone, all of Ever After was so completely backwards, and still, Red did not desire him? Yeah, yeah, he killed her grandma... but so what? He didn't mean to, and hell, that was a long time ago. She should be over it by now, the whiny bitch.

Oh well. Eventually, she'd want him. He'd make her.

Christopher Robin

Christopher went back over to his bed before lying down and letting out a long sigh. He snuggled down into his covers in a most un villain-like fashion and prepared for a long day of nothing. But once a gain before he could settle himself down a knock came from the door. Gah! Christopher swore to himself, if that were the same guy back to ask directions he’d smack him across the face.

Getting up he opened the door to discover it was not the obnoxious lost traveller, but was actually his kinds irksome, but still hot, girlfriend. Christopher smiled (though truth be told it was more like a sneer.) Leaning against the doorframe so that Roza couldn’t get inside he said slowly, “Hey Roza wazzup? Enjoying the weather?”

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The Queen of hearts
Embers muddy feet created a trail that led from the entranceway to the kitchen. She sat deep in thought as she aggressively stirred her coffee. Sure it was all well and good to say she would get started doing stuff, but first she had to actually plan out what she was going to do.

It was actually a bit of a relief to hear the voice of James call out, "Ember? I came for a little visit. Possibly plot for a bit of kingdom take over." Ember set down her over stirred coffee and rushed out to greet him, grinning like a lunatic.

“Isn’t this the most enchanting maximum of weather you have ever seen?” She laughed, grabbing his hands and twirling in a circle around him. Letting go she flung out her arms and did a few more spins as she reveled in her current joy, “It is an absolute perfect mood setter!”

Turning back to him her mood switched to serious, “I quite agree with you on the need for a bit of kingdom take over. I can’t decide between kidnapping and assassination, which do you think would be supplementary pleasure?”

Roza was shivering at this point, her cloak was no longer dry and now her skin was becoming wet from the downpoar. Her arms were crossed as she tried to keep in any warmth. She was about to turn and leave to head home, not thinking that Christopher was home but that was when the door opened and Christopher was leaning against the door, something was clearly different about him but she couldnt figure out what.

"Hello Christopher, and no I am not enjoying this weather. I am freezing and it ruined my time to hunt" she was getting a bit annoyed and frustrated that Christoher has yet to let her in the house. "Are you going to let me in or do I have to go home because I am clearly not in the mood to deal with this today Christopher. I dont know what is going on with you but I have no patience to deal with it today" her voice had an edge to it as she was clearly getting upset. She was shivering and she was afraid the wolf could come out at any point right now at this thought she looked over her shoulder just in case then looked back to Christopher.

Christopher Robin
Christopher almost winced from the harshness in Reds voice. She was not in a good mood. But that was okay with him; it was kind of funny to watch her get angry. As he stepped aside to let her enter his house he made sure to do so slowly, that way he could milk her furious expression for as long as possible.

Christopher watched her glance over her shoulder and saw the worry that was in her face after her outburst of rage. He smirked, she was still watching her back waiting for the big bad wolf to come and get her.

“I don’t see why you haven’t killed the guy already.” He said, automatically assuming shed would know whom he was talking about. After all, it was the only person she would conceivably consider offing. Truth be told, Christopher might have gone after the wolf himself were it not for the fact that he was far too lazy to take on such an endeavor.

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The Queen of Hearts

Torture was a good idea, it was always enjoyable to watch their blue blood turn red as it reached air and their previously cocky attitudes melt as the were consumed by tears and screams of pain. Torture was definitely a good idea.

She didn’t bother to ask where James was going as he went further into her home. The guy was an alcoholic if there ever was one, she suspected that were he ever captured the people who did so wouldn’t even need to torture him as he’d been going through too much pain from withdrawal. Perhaps she ought to find a way to cut off his Alcohol intake, it would be fun to watch him unravel. Though chances were he would no longer assist her in any evil plots after such an escapade.

When Ember reached the kitchen, a few seconds after hook had cracked open his brandy, she had decided between kidnapping and assassination. Kidnapping was the obvious choice, and she had just the plot to go with it.

“Perhaps, we should kidnap someone who is a lower level person. Someone who isn’t very well guarded. But, it should be someone who is liked by a lot of people. We tell their loved ones should they ever wish to their precious person again, they must kill the queen.” She said, drawing out the last sentence for dramatic effect.

She could picture it now, the queen dead, and the poor fools hoping their dear one would be returned, finding the dead and mangled body left for them by the queen of hearts. The kingdom would crumble.
If it worked.

Abel Cheshire

Abel scowled at the bedraggled form which stood before him. Well, she really wasn't much to look at, was she? At least not in this sate, all wet from the sea, looking like a lost kitten. He might have offered her a jacket, had he had one... and if it would have done much good, considering the rain still poured upon the two of them as they stood.

"Tut tut, why is it always me that's left to guiding lost maidens? I don't really think I'm cut out for it", he muttered, his mind drifting to the days of Alice, the girl who fell down a rabbit hole. Speaking of Alice, he hadn't seen much of her as of late... Hmm...

"Well, woman, you're in Ever After, the land of rainbows and butterflies or some shit like that... Well, at least it was until... Never mind that, what the hell am I going to do with you?" he said, folding his arms across his chest as he pondered whether the woman was even capable of standing up on her own. He pulled another cigarette and lit it, using his bowling hat to shield it from the rain, though it wasn't entirely successful... With a look of frustration, he threw the damp cigarette to the ground, watching the wavers overcome it and sweep it away.

"I suppose you'd better come with me, then" he grumbled, not looking entirely happy about having a tag along but it seemed cruel, and even too selfish for him, to leave the confused girl here to drown alone in this crumbling world. He sighed and offered an arm to her, refusing to look her in the eye as he did so. He was he, you see, and it was in his most self-righteous opinion that he had far, far better things to be doing then baby-sitting girls. Like preening, for instance.

"Woman, I don't think you're going to be leaving here all too soon. There isn't exactly a road which will lead you back to your world or anything... Sorry to disappoint. I'll er... Just come with me, out of the rain and stuff" he said, feeling the need to get out of the rain himself. Saturation really wasn't all that becoming of a werecat.

Abraham Lupus

The forest had it's calming effects on the werewolf. He enjoyed being alone. For one, there wasn't anybody else around to annoy him. Also the fact that nobody could upset his ego... well, that kind of helped a lot to. He couldn't stand being mocked, having his delicate ego bruised... Lydia had sure better hope he was in a better mood when he came back or she'd be sorely wishing she was a terrible chess player.

Abraham decided the best way for him to find his prey was by shifting into wolf form. His senses were far better that way, smells becoming overwhelming and the softest sound becoming clear to his ears. Of course, that was easier said than done. The shift was never painless and the search for clothing afterwards could oftentimes be... well, humiliating.

Regardless, if there was one thing that would make him feel satisfied, it was Red, so shift he would... and find her, he would. He let out a horrific groan which would have scared off any creatures in a two mile radius, for sure, as his bones began to dislocate and reset, as a human form became that of a canine. Claws shot from his hand and feet as they molded into paws, his organs shifting and squishing within him (certainly NOT a pleasant experience, perhaps somewhat like corseting only worse, he had wondered), jaw elongating in a feeling so excruciating that the first few times Abraham had shifted, he had passed out. New teeth jutted out of his gums, pointed and dog-like. His tail bone stretched to form a tail, the tension at his neck and skull in this part sheer torture, and his ears grew up wards, sliding up his skull and stretching the skin.

Finally, when all bones and organs had shifted to form a wolf, the dark fur sprouted all across his body as man became wolf. The growing of fur was certainly the easiest part of the metamorphosis. Now, all of this happened in under a minute. The transformation certainly didn't take long and all of that unbelievable agony was felt in such a packed moment of time. It was a fact that the biggest cause of death for werewolves was their first few shifts... Many could not withstand the agony.

Now in the body of a strong, large, black wolf, Abraham's senses were going off like crazy. He could hear the ants carrying food across the bark of trees and he could smell the fish in the streams kilometers away. The whole forest was alive and Abraham could sense every tiny part of it. Being in wolf form was the greatest experience a man could have, or so Abraham firmly believed.

And there it was. Red's scent, her intoxicating scent, the scent which drove him mad. It was fresh, too. She'd walked these paths just recently. He let out a powerful howl as he set on her trail, racing through the woods, moving through the bushes and brambles smoother than he would have had he been in human form.

Eventually, he found himself outside of Feather Brooke Kingdom. His claws sank into the dirt, kneading it as he growled in frustration. He wouldn't step foot in there, in this form or any other. You might say Abraham was not on good terms with the people of this land... for several reasons. He lay down outside of the kingdom, waiting in the bushes, his silver eyes ever watchful. He would wait and she would come... and then she would be his.

Roza watched Christopher move ever so slowly so she could enter the house. She would just stay long enough to become dry then she would head home. Lately shes been noticing something off about Christopher and she really didn't like it. She walked insode and shuddered when Christopher mentioned the wolf.

"If I have had the chance by now I would have killed him but its not that easy" she said blantly as she went to the kitchen and put some water in the kettle then put it on the stove to heat. She took off her cloak and put it over a chair to dry, she was wear breechers and a white button down shirt. Her hair was left down, with the white streak hanging down in her face.

She took a seat in one of the chairs and looked at Christopher "So what is going on with you, and don't tell me nothing. You seem off and not in a good way" she crossed her legs and waited to hear what Christopher had to say.

Abel Cheshire

Abel chuckled at the girl’s response as she gazed upon him like he were a madman. Okay, well he was a madman but he wasn’t that mad. Of course, this was how she was expected to react.
“Me? The Mad Hatter? Don’t be daft. No, no, not at all. Not that he isn’t a rather pleasant chap but… Well, I’m Abel and I suppose you could say I was the Cheshire Cat”. He paused to admire his reflection in a puddle that had formed on the ground beneath him, straightening his hair. “Oh, it never does sit quite how I want it to… Well, I guess you’ll need more to go on to believe me so…”
So Abel promptly shifted before her, appearing as a rather large black and silver striped cat, only somewhat to convince her of his story but mostly to shock her as he was just that kind of guy. The shift was never painful for him. A witch friend had brewed him a potion, and if he ingested a small dose of it each morning the shift would be rendered painless, only remaining slightly uncomfortable. The brew itself was rather bitter but it definitely beat the agony of the transformation. Now, if that doggie Abraham wasn’t such an evil bastard, he might’ve shared his secret with him… then again, he might not have because he was selfish like that.
Moments later, he shifted back into human form, bowing naked before the girl. “Thank you, thank you”, he said as if expecting applause. “Now, if you’ll excuse me” he said as he hurriedly redressed. Once that was over, he looked upon Mackenzie with curiosity. “Right, right, so I suppose Snow White is rather nice. Perhaps we could pay her a visit. Shall we?” he said, pointing in the direction of the Red Rose kingdom.

Abraham Lupus

Abraham had been waiting in the rain for some time now, his fur soaked. Of course, the odor of wet dog was not a pleasant one. Getting fed up with waiting for Red to leave the village again, he racked his brains for some plan as how to get to her.
His ears pricked as footsteps approached. As the sound drew nearer, a merchant appeared, traveling along the path. Perfect. Abraham launched himself upon the man, intending to only knock the guy down and ended up, well, killing him.
After shifting into human form and recovering from the pain, Abraham’s palm collided with his face. “Great. Killed another one”. It was now clear to him he would not be able to stay in this area for very long. All he’d wanted was the man’s cloak, not his blood for God’s sake.
He picked up the cloak, thankful that the material was black and that it still rained so he wouldn’t automatically appear like the murderer he was. He dressed himself in the item, pulling the hood over his head in his best attempt to disguise his features and entered the village.
Tracking down Red by scent alone wasn’t an option now, but he didn’t need to. He’d stalked the woman enough to know where she would be. Whatever she saw in a pup like Christopher Robin, he was blind to.
The house drew closer and so far, nobody had shouted ‘Big Bad Wolf!’ so it would seem luck was in his favor today.
He didn’t bother to knock on the door, letting himself in and there was that stupid boy who just made himself even more stupid by running at Abraham unarmed. Well, apparently his disguise didn’t fool everyone. As per usual, Abraham’s anger would again get the better of him. His rage over the fact that Red would choose this idiot over himself meant that… well, he lunged at Christopher, dropped him to the floor, beat that fool’s stupid face to a pulp and kept going, despite the fact his own face was being covered in the boy’s blood.
Once satisfied Christopher could no longer make attacks at him, he stood up, taking in the amount of damage he had done. Dead? Unconscious? Dying? He didn’t care. He had far more important matters to attend to. He didn’t have time to feel guilty, the moment he’d been waiting for had come. She would now be his.
He turned to face Red, a wicked grin on his blood-spattered face. “Oops. Might have killed your plaything. Now, are you going to run? Please do, it will make this far more exciting”.