Private Tales Sierra's Storytime

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
"Her heart pounded in her chest. Breath caught in her throat as she willed herself to go faster. To better duck behind branches and not get her boots tripped up on roots. Head refused to turn back, afraid of who she might find on her heels."

"She glanced down for a moment and when she looked up, she stumbled to a halt."
 
"There. Right in front of her sitting atop his moonlit horse was the Hunter King. His antler crown seemed even larger from this angle. His eyes colder and darker. The smallest twisted smile briefly flared on his thin lips as he looked down at her."

"A wild look to her right and left and behind. As if she might still slip free. A silly thought as she found herself boxed in from all sides."
 
"A bored sigh from the Hunter King as he surveyed Daisy."

"You do not belong here, he finally breathed. His voice so quiet. Like a breeze that somehow found a way to sneak in through the cracks of a cottage."

"I-I was just going for a walk, Daisy said. Trying not to cower. Trying not to crouch."
 
"A walk in my woods, the Hunter King mused. A terrifying twist of his lips. Something deadly as a knife in his gaze. And running away from us, no less. A tut of his wicked mouth."

"Pardon me, Daisy pleaded, squaring her shoulders even though she felt like curling in a ball. Who wouldn't run from you and your impressive cadre?"
 
"If the Hunter King was losing patience, he didn't show it. He regarded her for a long silent moment. The moment stretched out long enough that Daisy realized something."

"Even the normal sounds of the swamp and forest had stopped. There were no buzzing insects or splashes in the water. No caw of the night birds. No rustling of smaller creatures, or larger ones, in the bush."
 
"It was as though the creatures had fled with the arrival of the party. Or were just that good at hiding. Daisy envied them for that. Even as her eyes remained locked onto the Hunter King's. And like the magic with the fae witch at the bridge, she found that she couldn't look away."

"Daisy swallowed and tried not to show her discomfort as he analyzed her like one would analyze a specimen."
 
"Who are you and what is your name, he finally asked."

"And Daisy knew it wasn't so much a question but a command. She swallowed. My name is Dasiy, she admitted, her tongue dry in her mouth. And I come from a little town beyond the woods."

"One of the others gasped behind her. But there was no change in expression on the Hunter King's granite features."
 
"I believe, he intoned quietly. A trip to the castle is in order. A subtle nod of his royal chin at the one with the snowy hair near her. Before Daisy could even think about moving, the horse and rider stepped forward and she was plucked from the ground. A strong, unyielding arm wrapped around her waist."

"then she was circled by arms on either side as she sat in front of the rider. She thought about fighting him. Even throwing herself off."
 
"But the other riders came alongside them blocking any room she might have had. And the ground began to rush on by as they picked up speed. Traveling faster than she'd ever traveled before. Even faster than the racing horses in the village of Tal'Aderras."

"Her back pressed into the chest of the rider behind her. Teeth clattering in her mouth and it was everything she could do to hang on."
 
"The woods blurred by. She couldn't even make out if they'd passed the Hops' house or which direction they were going. Any hope of returning home was quickly fading being so turned around. And riding the the glowing darkness wasn't helping matters. Everything looked like a blur of the neon moss colors."

"As if she were traveling in a tunnel of a dream. No, not a dream. More like a nightmare."
 
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"But as the trees blurred by, she began to pick up more details once again as the horse slowed. The trees parted up ahead into a wide, open space. And the beginning of a gilded road started from the forest floor. The Hunter King was out in front followed by herself and the rider that held her."

"The two females remained at their sides with the others in the back. Daisy knew there was little hope for escape, now."
 
"The group trotted along the road as it cut through a wide grassy field. Like the moss of the forest, the field was glittered with glowing flowers of bright pinks, blues, purples, yellows, and oranges. Everything seemed to sparkle in the night here and if the group she was with only traveled and left their castle at night, she could see why."

"But even in her current circumstance, Daisy had to wonder what this place looked like during the day. And if she lived long enough to see it. Ahead, she could make out the shape of a large, glittering castle. A castle with walls that seemed made of starlight. There was a drawbridge that was already down that led into a wide-set of doors."
 
"Daisy craned her neck, looking around at the others. But they all remained stoic, their gaze trained ahead at the Hunter King's back of swishing, curly dark hair."

"Stop fidgeting, the male behind her rumbled."

"Daisy stiffened. She knew she should be quiet and wait. Not get herself in trouble but she couldn't help it. I'm just trying to see where we're going, she said."
 
"The male behind her released a sigh that slid down the back of her neck. Does it really make a difference?"

"Daisy bit her lip. Maybe it will, she finally insisted."

"The two females on either side ignored the talking pair as they drew closer to the drawbridge. And Daisy knew there was nothing she could do to stop them crossing. As the clattered over the thick wood, she caught a glance at a wide and deep moat below. And she could've sworn she saw a pair of golden eyes staring back at her."
 
"A swallow. But just as quickly, they entered the keep of the castle. A wide open space with stables on one side, rooms and perhaps barracks on the others, and then a wide set of stairs that led up to a set of gilded doors. The stone they walked on seemed to sparkle, like the rest of the castle, like the night sky above."

"And for the first time, Daisy realized she could see the sky again since entering the wood. And the castle almost blended in perfectly to the sky."
 
"She hated to admit it but it was beautiful. When she looked forward again, she noticed the Hunter King had already dismounted. A young man was already taking the reins of the King's horse. He kept his back to the rest of them as if he'd forgotten about her entirely."

"The horse she was on stopped and she felt the snowy-haired man gripped her waist and slung her down. Daisy managed to stay on her feet and took a wobbling step back. Before she could even think about seeing if she could make it to the bridge, he was down in one fluid motion, a hand clamping down on her curved shoulder."
 
"It was as if he'd read her thoughts as she looked up into his eyes. A warning look there."

"Come, that rumbling voice of his said. Not quite as cold as the Hunter King's but far from warm, either. He will want you in the throne room. If I were you, I wouldn't run. He's a hunter and relishes...the chase."

"Daisy swallowed and tried to look brave as she stepped forward toward the steps. The snowy-haired man released her shoulder and clasped his hands behind his back, following at her side. The others split off into different directions. Daisy assumed to do whatever their duties were."
 
"But the female with the red hair and the one with the hair of sunshine followed behind them. Closely. Daisy managed not to look back. Her gaze trained forward and her jaw clenched. Determined to meet...whatever was coming."

"Up the glittering stone steps and past the open doors of the castle. The place was warm with many tapestires and rugs along the floors and walls. Warm, subtle colors were on the walls between and she walked by several rooms with roaring fireplaces."
 
"It looked like a few sitting rooms. A library. A dining room. A few offices. And some closed doors. And she noticed what was on the walls next to the tapestries. The Hunter King's trophies."

"She wanted to cringe and look away but she forced herself to see. There were heads and wings of so many creatures. Ones she could recognize: wolves, dogs, larger cat-like beasts. But there were many things she'd never seen before. Beasts with jagged teeth and scales."
 
"A frown drew deeper and deeper on Daisy's lips. She looked to the white-haired male. He didn't say anything but motioned to the door at the end of the long corridor on the right. Stepping through, she saw the Hunter King perched on a gilded throne."

"It was massive, with the back raising high above him. Her perched on that throne like a cat playing with its prey. Waiting and watching. A somewhat bored and cruel look on his face."
 
“Daisy was led in front of the throne. Not too close but not far enough away either. The snowy-haired male stepped back but remained close by. The two females dipped their head in reverence upon approach.”

“Daisy decided to curtsy. And for a brief moment, amusement flecked in the Hunter King’s eyes.”

“What is your name, he asked.”
 
“But it wasn’t a question. It was a command.”

“Daisy lifted her head. She said her name.”

“The Hunter King drummed his fingers on the armrest of his throne. You have broken the treaty, he finally said. For that the punishment is death.”

“Daisy’s eyes widened.”
 
“I didn’t know. I didn’t mean to, she stammered. Please. She took a step forward ready to beg.”

“The Hunter King waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. In a warning. You will have three days to prove your worth to me. Otherwise, you will be executed on the last night. Take her away, he commanded.”
 
“No, wait! Daisy pleaded. I have a family. They’ll come looking for me. They’ll miss me. Please!”

“But the snowy-haired male swooped her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing at all and carried her from the throne room. Daisy stared after the Hunter King who’d looked away. Moving on to more important things. Even as tears blurred her vision.”
 
“She didn’t struggle as he carried her out. Back down the extensive hall. A right turn. Up a spiraling stone staircase made from those same glittering stones. They went up and up. And she realized it was to a tower.”

“The male holding her didn’t even breath hard or strain as they climbed. And Daisy was too stunned to fight against him. To move at all.”
 
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