me and some friends purposely watched an awful movie (snow white & the huntsman 2 -the revenge of frosty the snowman or something) but we really loved the credits song (the only good thing about it where the credits tbh), but we all agreed that it sounds like she sings “old man sitting on da floor” and so lina (the meme queen) wanted me to draw her in charlize theron’s dress with an old man on the floor.
she also knows about my obsession with ford but she doesn’t watch gravy falls and only knows him as “the old man” (she always forgets his name) and sooooo …. i drew her in that dress with ford sitting disapprovingly on the ground :D
He’s dreamed of her every night since he left the castle. It’s only when those dreams turn into nightmares, his queen crying out for him, that he returns. What he finds is not the gentle and fair girl he left to rule her kingdom. Instead there is something dark that sits in her place, it wears her face, her crown, but not her heart. What happened to his dear Snow White? Can he save her before she destroys her kingdom, and herself.
“Dammit…”, Matt cursed under his breath as he stared up at the sky and watched countless snowflakes beginning to fall. Soon enough, the entire forest would be covered in white and the footprints he’d been following would be impossible to find anymore. Those footprints were really the only thing he had to go on. Every time he got close to his target - the mysterious wolf girl whose existence was still being heavily debated on by the townsfolk - something as trivial as the weather would prevent him from capturing her. Unlike the many skeptics in his village, he knew she was real. He also knew she wasn’t fully human. He’d seen her change with his own eyes. The first time he spotted her he’d merely been hunting for small animals to bring back home to cook up and eat. It was midnight and he’d been sitting by the lake, roasting the few scarce animals he’d been able to catch after a long day. Hunting was an absolute nightmare in the winter, when the forest was more quiet than any other time a year. That was why it had surprised him when he thought he heard the footsteps of another hunter in the distance. Those were the only people that would bother being out in the forest late at night. Thinking he’d approach whoever had made the noise and perhaps exchange some advice on how to survive the toughest season of the year, he’d hoisted himself up and abandoned his fire to go find the stranger. But it was not a hunter like he had thought.
Instead he’d spotted a young woman between the trees, no more than a few feet away but with her back turned towards him. He’d slowed down his pace as he approached her from behind and
narrowed his eyes in an attempt to get a better look at her, only to realize that she was completely bare. This was unheard of, especially in the winter when it was too cold to set foot outside one’s home without at least three coats to preserve one’s body heat. But the girl just stood there, seemingly unbothered by the cold. Was she frozen? Had some sick fucker decided to leave her here to freeze to death? He was nearly within reaching distance of her and just about to speak up when it happened. That one event that he would never forget for the rest of his life. She must have heard his footsteps at that point or perhaps his breathing. She’d spun around and he’d caught only a brief glimpse of her face before she began to change. This startled him and he stumbled backwards out of reflex, tumbling down into the snow and staring ahead with shock on his face as the creature shifted before his eyes. From head to toe, her human body seemed to morph somehow until she was down on all fours. It only took a few seconds before the girl he’d seen just moments ago had turned and taken on the appearance of a wolf with pristine white fur. He had been too stunned to bring out a word as the creature fled into the night, leaving him behind to wonder whether he had just imagined the whole thing.
Now it was a year later and he was still trying to catch her. Unfortunately he had no one to help him with this task since almost no one would believe his story. It didn’t help that only a handful of other townspeople had spotted her around the woods and that those people were all far too superstitious and scared to try and track the wolf girl down. He’d discovered a few facts about her during his attempts to hunt her. For one, she only ever seemed to come out at night. He had never spotted her during the day before and as far as he knew, neither had anyone else. He also knew that these woods were her home, because she never seemed to leave this forest. Unfortunately for him, it was a vast forest that outstretched for several miles so finding her at any given time was often like searching for a needle in a haystack. Finally there was a third fact he’d learned about her, the one that had been most useful to him in his search. She was curious. He didn’t know whether she thought of his attempts to capture her as some sort of game, but she would sometimes show herself to him when he least expected it. She was always out of reach and far too quick for him to catch up with her when she did run away, but it was almost as though she was observing him from a distance - the same way he’d been observing her.