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Post by huntsmangraham on Jun 20, 2012 12:20:57 GMT -7
He sees how when people suffer just so much they get mean and ugly and something dies in them. But the main thing he sees is that the whole system of the world is built on a lie. And although it’s as plain as the shining sun—the don’t-knows have lived with that lie so long they just can’t see it.
Somehow, he managed to get out of the castle again. Really he had no idea where the queen was and he really didn’t care for the moment. He just had to get away from her. The castle felt like a cage. The huntsman knew he was a prisoner. There was little chance of escape as long as she held his heart. Only death could really free him from the clutches of the vile witch. As he moved past the guards, a face that he was pleased to see was waiting for him. This only true friend. The silver and gray wolf sat near the tree line into the queen’s forest. His head hung low as he looked at the wolf. Those red and pale blue eyes stared at him as if to judge him. “Don’t look at me like that. I got out as quickly as I could.” His accent soft as he spoke to his friend. “Lets go before it gets too late.”
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Nostrils quivered at the scent. The pale moon was high in the night sky. The wolf padded quietly through the trees, its soft gray coat cloaked in the darkness. Only sharp and striking yellow eyes burned in the shadows. His best friend padding softly by his side. The breeze moved though his dark hair as they stalked their next meal through the brush. They could hunt and eat. After though the sun would be rising and he would have to return to the castle and sneak back to his chamber. He just needed out; needed the wilderness and fresh air. Not the stifling musty air and the confining stone walls.
Pools of blue orbs peered through the thickets to see a young doe grazing within the forest. The smell intoxicated his canine companion as he urged the wolf to wait just a second. "Steady my friend." He spoke as he drew back his bow and aimed for the beast's heart. Releasing his fingers, the arrow hit it's mark cleanly and the doe fell to the ground in a soft thud and strangled cry.
The wolf's body lowered to the ground before springing up and darting towards the prey as if he wanted to make the fatal blow himself. Running to the creature, the huntsman whispered s soft prayer to the animal. "Thank you for your sacrifice," there was a solemnness and lingering sadness to his tone. With the final words, the arrow plunged deeper into the hot flesh of it's heart. "It seems as if we will eat tonight my friend." The male spoke as he wiped the tear from his face. Rising to his feet, the male moved to the task to starting a fire and cleaning the doe for eating. |
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 20, 2012 12:50:28 GMT -7
Rumple was out in the forest, he knew well when he entered the Evil Queens domain thought he cared little she did not scare him or control him as she did others. He was here, because he had a feeling to be here & so he was, there was a chill in the air a unsettling feeling & as he moved on he became clear what it was the Huntsman had killed a doe.
Though to say between the two had sent the uneasiness in him was left to be seen, how ever he was alert keeping to the shadows & down wind of the wolf that was with him as he watched.
He would insure what the man was up to, it would be best that he had some idea. To know if he was here on the Queens orders or his own, though his own he was sure was rare indeed. Though it did not mean he would not find some fun at the mans expense he giggled his normal nonhuman tone he used with those he spoke with or dealt with.
"What have where here the Queens own Huntsman? In the forest filled with all kinds of... beasts"
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Post by huntsmangraham on Jun 20, 2012 13:30:30 GMT -7
The crunching of leave and brush were the first things to catch his attention. His wolf's head rose even before then. "What is it?" He spoke gently but with a wariness. Had the queen's guard found him and planned to drag him back to the castle? The wolf seemed to sniff the air but there was no scent on the air. "It was nothing my friend. Come, I will have to return to the castle soon. Eat." The blade sliced away at the flesh of the doe. The wolf seemed to gobble up the morsels of meet as the hunter threw them. "Have you not eaten since last night? The wolf seemed hungry, as if he had been waiting for the human to escape so he could join him in a meal.
A few pieces he staked and angled them in makeshift spits against the fire, allowing the meat to cook. There was an uneasiness in the air, but life had never been easy for the male...even worse now. He was reduced to little more than a minion and a whore to the queen. He silently prayed that his sacrifice to save Snow White had not been in vain. The queen's death or his own would be his salvation.
The voice caused him to jump and his hand quickly clamped on to his dagger. Whoever it was would meet the steel of his blade. The fire burned bright as he looked over to see the shape of a man...no not a man at all. "Rumpelstiltskin." His voice was cold when he spoke. This creature, as he was certainly not a man anymore was not to be trusted. The huntsman might have not dealt with many people in his years, but tales of this one had fell on his ears. "Beasts indeed and I do not talk of my friend." Eyes moved to the wolf, warning him without words to not go near the stranger. "What is it you want? Surely it is not to warm yourself by my fire."
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 20, 2012 13:56:24 GMT -7
Rumple had watched the Huntsman, he did not fear the man or course there was little he feared any more. He saw the man jump well, at least he caught him off guard something he was sure few had ever done, he did not miss that his hand went to his dagger though that did not faze him ether after all he had been trained long before being the dark one on how to fight.
He heard the Huntsman say his words, at his words of beast he did a mock gesture that he was hurt by his words, though at his last he just smirked "Who said I wanted anything? Hardly, there is better chance to taste steel then, any warmth form the fire"
If the man wanted to play games he was up for it, one thing he hardly lost at was such mind games "And besides would not want to be accused of anything when, the Queen comes looking for you, but then perhaps you can just role over for her & stay out of trouble" He knew his words where harsh, perhaps a bit deep, but it was clear the Huntsman already did not like him, so he was just giving him more reason to hate him.
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Post by huntsmangraham on Jun 20, 2012 18:30:03 GMT -7
His eyes narrowed on the man, as he drew closer. There was dark magic in him and the hunter had all the reason in the world to be very wary of him. The grip on his dagger did not waver but only grew tighter as he stared on at the trickster. The gesture only irritated him more. The mock offense was useless, because he did not care. He only wanted to know why he was being bothered and why it was by Rumpelstiltskin.
So he claimed to want nothing? Highly unlikely, “You always want something. I’ve hear of you want you magic. It’s evil.” Magic, all of it was trouble. He has learned first hand that as his heart lay hidden away in the queen’s private keep. “The why are you here? I have nothing that you would want anyway.” The lean brunette was a broken man. Looking at him , a person would not see it, not unless they looked in his eyes. The spark that he held as a younger man was gone. Emptiness was left in its stead. “I am hardly in the mood for your trickery,” The man had a point. He was more likely to get knifed by the younger male than to feel the heat from the fire.
Speaking of the queen hit a nerve. He hated her. She took everything from him; who he was. He hoped to all thing good that someone took her heart…if she even had one. Silently his lip sneered upward. “I don’t want to hear about that wench. You know nothing.” His hand tightened around the dagger so hard that the knuckles under his gloved hand were white. “Do not trifle with me, state your business or leave me alone.” there was no love in his voice. The tone was just as harsh as the one given to him. |
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 20, 2012 18:58:46 GMT -7
"I do not have to go looking for those to make deals with & my magic dearie, is no worse then the Queens I at least give people a choose & they must live with it" Rumple only smirked as the Huntsman spoke on "I can always find something I want, it is just not all are willing to pay it"
He could not help, but giggle lightly at his anger it did not bother him, it just told him he hit a nerve, served the man right. "I know nothing, yet you work for her... why get so upset over facts that are true, any that work for the Queen have no better fate"
He watched the man "I can leave you alone, but it will not give you any peace.. your anger & hate flows off you, you are not much better then I. Though your wolf has better manors, one that has lived as you did I would think, you would as well, but I see that men do not change"
Rumple likely felt his anger for the Queen he just did not want to see reason at the moment, he was bound to get the Huntsman to act to speak of his issues or lead to the fight that was all clear to come. He did not miss the Huntsman, hand not let go of his dagger it bothered him little.
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Post by huntsmangraham on Jun 21, 2012 19:09:29 GMT -7
Yet again he spoke as if he knew what was really going on. He had no idea and since he didn’t know of such things, he should stay quiet. Yes, he had stuck a nerve but then again the huntsman was quick to snap at just about anyone lately. Bitterness was growing too strong within him. With no heart to keep those feelings in check, he was left hollow. “Well you have nothing that I want. The price I’ve paid is already to steep.”
Sometimes he wondered if he had not disobeyed the queen. If he had killed Snow, then maybe he would have been free right now. There would be no sneaking about, no lying and he certainly wouldn’t be the wretched queen’s pet. But then again, women…a person had showed such compassion and selflessness. It didn’t even seem like a human quality. No, his sacrifice was for a noble cause. He would live his life in misery, so that Snow could have her happy ending.
Rumple was at least right about those who served the queen got what was coming to them. Perhaps this was his own fate for evening stepping foot in the castle when she first summoned him? “It’s not like that. Some don’t have a choice.” The huntsman spoke through gritted teeth. Hard eyes looked at the wolf, “He’s only behaving because I asked him not to. His life has meaning.” |
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Post by Rumpelstiltskin/Mr. Gold on Jun 21, 2012 19:38:11 GMT -7
Rumple said nothing to his words on having nothing he wanted, though he giggle at the though if, but to get the huntsman. The Huntsman he knew might not like where he was now, but few could ever leave the Queen once she set her sights on them. He was lucky since he had more power, so for the most part the Queen left him be.
"There is always a choose dearie, the chooses we make lead to what happens later." Life was filled with choices, so one had to always live with them. "And you life has no meaning & yet you are here, is that not meaning dearie?" There was many ways to take meaning & choice Rumple knew that better then most ever would.
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