deep in the woods || sheeta & beast
It wasn’t very often when Beast would travel outside of his castle. It was actually rather rare for him to do so, but his castle was surrounded by a forest. It was quite a distance from the village which he never went too. He couldn’t very well go to any location where there was a bunch of people and it’s why he stayed in castle so much. He to ashamed of what he had become and that another reason he hated anyone coming to his castle. Most people had the same reaction when they saw him, but there had been a couple who acted a bit differently. He wasn’t that far from his castle if it wasn’t for the large trees blocking the view they might be able to see the it.
He didn’t really have any real reason to be out here he knew there was wolves and other such animals out here, but he wasn’t worried about them. He was far larger than anything else out here after all. Perhaps just to be out of the castle for a few minutes was all he really wanted. He certainly didn’t expect to see anyone out here as it was rather deep within the woods.
The Woods | Grace & Cain
Grace wasn’t one for walking through the woods by herself in the middle of the afternoon, but when a 9 year old sees a butterfly that she likes, she has a tendency to follow said butterfly. Grace skipped through the wooded area, hopping over logs and around trees, her arms extended, palms up, trying her hardest to catch the dumb bug.
Once the child finally lost sight of the butterfly, she did a 360, her eyes wide. She was in the middle of the forest and it was 3 pm, which meant it would be getting dark soon. Now, if Grace knew any bad words, she was certain she would be screaming them all right now.
Grace became frantic; her breathes becoming short and labored. At this point, she just wanted her father. Grace started to run toward what she thought was the way she came, but boy was she wrong. The child ran faster than she thought possible, it felt as though someone was chasing her, but that wasn’t the case. She was just psyching herself out.
As Grace was running, she turned to look behind her, not even realizing that it was a bad idea, until she lost her footing and stumbled down, pain shooting through her left leg. The pain was unbearable for a nine year old. Crying out, she reached down to hold her throbbing leg, “Pa..papa!” She screamed, her bottom lip quivering. “Somebody help!”
The Woods || Tom & Gwyn
Gwyn needed to get outside, away from people, away from everything. She’d had enough of hearing “what’s wrong Gwyn?” or “are you okay Gwyn?”. She knew better than to tell anyone the truth; they never cared in the end. With tears clouding her eyes, Gwyn stumbled across the campus and towards the woods. When she made it to the first of the trees, her knees gave way and forced her to lean against a trunk to remain upright. Everything that she’d been pushing behind a wall in the back of her mind came crashing down on her; the helplessness she’d felt when that asshole had pinned her down, the way he’d spat at her like she was vermin, the way everyone in the court room including her mother had looked at her like she was a liar, the rumours about her alleged promiscuity spreading like wildfire, how she’d lost herself in alcohol to numb the pain and pushed everyone she loved away… She tried her hardest to stop crying, to stop being weak, but the sobs continued to choke her.
Footsteps in the leaves caught Gwyn’s attention. “T-tom?” she stuttered into the darkness, dragging her sleeve across her eyes with complete disregard for the state of her makeup. “I-I’m sorry,” her laugh was as shaky as her voice, and she knew Tom was too perceptive to be fooled by her poor attempts at seeming okay. “Thanks for coming out here… I-I appreciate it. I didn’t think being alone was a good idea in th-this state.” They hadn’t known each other for long, but the quiet boy had quickly become someone she considered a close friend. She could only hope that he wouldn’t run in the other direction after catching her mid-breakdown. Barely a whisper escaped her mouth as she slid down the trunk of the tree to sit down, “Stay. Please.”
