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❝ 𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔪 ❞
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep..."
- Robert Frost
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Belle did not know this male. He hovered just past the treeline, a tall silhouette in 
threatening black garb. She knew he was male. There was no mistaking the tell-tale
broad shoulders, powerful arms and thighs. Dappled sunlight spilling through the
trees bathed the blade at his hip in deadly silver. The Hartl'icorne froze. The doe's
prey instincts filled her with fear and apprehension, begging her to run. A tremble that
began in her hands slid down her thighs until her knees felt weak. The pale blonde doe
lifted her hand to her hair, touching one of those silky forelocks marking her Licorne royalty
- a nervous habit. She forced herself to drop her hand, fingers digging into the rich emerald
satin of her dress, hiding her fear. Fear and strangled excitement. The isolated princess, and
last living Licorne heir, feared the outside world, strangers and unknown things. Yet, even as
she feared it, she longed for it, hungered for adventure and the breathless call of the unknown.
As a Licorne mare, she was wild-hearted, born to rule with passion, magic, graceful beauty. Her
father's child, she was shy, hesitant, filled with doubt and prey instincts to run, avoid, hide, to
make herself small, vulnerable. But also wisdom and caution. The wild magic of the Hart line
whispering in her ear... Be careful. Do not trust lightly.
The magic of the barrier glimmered for a moment, like a butterfly's wings in sunlight. The magic of
a thousand Licorne queens had created this barrier, and nothing in the world could destroy it. The
drakes from the East had thrown themselves against it, yet broke like waves upon rocks. Unyielding.
Her foremother's magic was breathlessly beautiful, and sometimes Belle came and sat at the edge of
the wood just to gaze at the barrier. Lifting her hand and touching all of that beautiful magic, hearing
whispers of ancient voices, soft and protective of the delicate doe who sought comfort in her loneliness.
Sometimes, she thought she could hear her mother's voice in those whispers.
Now, the barrier kept her and the silent male separated. Safe, she reminded herself.
I am safe. I am safe. The blonde beauty lifted her chin, trying to be brave when she was anything but.
"Who are you?" she asked, the girl's voice a feminine tremolo.
He shifted, leaning against the tree, darkened hood pointed toward her, the only indication she had that
he was watching her. That and the feeling of his eyes roaming her, like a hand brushed against the grain
of her fur.
"Someone who has waited for you for a very, very long time, Princess..."
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OMG, I honestly don't know what's better, the art or your writing.
... It might be your writing.
No but really, you took what might have been a simple portrait and turned it into a whole, tragic scene.
I love it, and I think Belle is such a nuanced take on old princess themes <3
... It might be your writing.
No but really, you took what might have been a simple portrait and turned it into a whole, tragic scene.
I love it, and I think Belle is such a nuanced take on old princess themes <3
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