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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part IV
Posted:Nov 26, 2015 11:01 pm
Last Updated:Dec 3, 2015 4:12 am
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter IV

Days have passed since the girl had been caught and caged. Each day she wakes from a drugged sleep, her mind misted, her body slow and weak. She thinks that the water that she drinks has a low level of the drug in it as well to keep her passive. This she has reasoned because the first time she woke in the warm darkness and opened her eyes to see the cage around her, the room beyond. Her eyes taking in her surroundings, still under the influence of the drug, but now able to think and plan.

She had used her magics and slipped from the bindings at wrist and ankle. As she was looking around her to see where the way out of the room was, the Hunter came into view. He just smiled and tsked. “Little girl, it will take more than that to get out of the cage.” These words made her shiver with trepidation. What were his plans for her? Why was she locked away like this? And mostly,,,what were all those things she could see across from the cage? Some she could see were ropes, chains and,,,she was not sure. There were many items lined up on a table, others hanging from the ceiling.

Each day she woke with the restraints at wrist and ankle. The Hunter was always near, watching her. One day instead of food being placed in the cage in a basket, the Hunter held the food in his hand. If she wanted to eat, she would have to take the food from his hand. For several days she refused to take the food from him. But she could not keep going without eating, the drug made her weak to begin with, no food was making it worse. When she finally took the food from his hand, the Hunter smiled.

One day she woke fevered and so weak that she could not stand. The Hunter bathed her and wrapped her in blankets to keep her warm, but she remained fevered for three days. The fourth day the Hunter carried her outside and into the sun. This helped her to revive and so this became a daily thing. For one hour each day she was chained to a tree outside so that she could be in the sun. Being a creature of nature, being shut away was harmful to her. The fae would watch everything around her while outside. She noticed the black wolf off in the woods, hidden by the shadows. This made her heart leap with fear for the pack and also with gratitude that they had not forsaken her.

This continued for many days until she woke to find that the restraints on her wrists and ankles were now secured with chains on them to a large wooden X. Her arms and legs spread wide to fit against the X. Blinking and trying to clear the fog from her mind, she pulled against the chains. Her body twisting trying to get free. She then hears the deep chuckle from the Hunter. He is standing there watching her futile efforts. He reaches out his hand and strokes it down her body, stopping to tease breast and nether lips. His fingers teasing against soft flesh that has never been touched this way before. The fae bites her lips and begins to twist and pull harder against the bonds to no avail. She is frightened by his touch and the response in her body. Then slowly her brushes a riding crop over her breasts, teasing the nipples with the leather tip, then gliding the leather down her chest, stomach and slowly up and down the crease of her nether lips. Causing her to whimper, she did not know if it was all fear that had her whimpering. The Hunter began tapping her breasts and nether lips with the crop, slowly increasing the strength of the tapping, running the tip of the crop up and down her sides, over her hips then returning to tap her breasts and nether region over and over till her creamy skin was red and heated. He then brought a strange thing to press against and into her nether lips, opening her further, this thing vibrated against her causing her to rise onto her toes, trying to get away from that sensation,,but to no avail because the Hunter only pressed it to her harder until she felt a hot deep throbbing inside her and her head went back her body limp now in the restraints.

Every day this was repeated. Some days with her facing him, others with her back towards him. He would tease her body with different tools, the crop, a cane, the floggers. All done slowly, gentle tapping with increasing force stopping and decreasing when she would scream and fight to get away from the strokes of these tools. Always at the end, the device that would vibrate and force her into a sensual area that almost made her drown in its pleasure and its darkness. All of this to be followed by the gentle touch of the Hunters hands as he unbound her, stroking her softly then holding her tenderly to his strength and warmth until her shivering subsided.

Soon the fae would wake with a craving for the touch, the pain and the pleasure that the Hunter brought to her. Her mind and body trained to enjoy so well that she now woke with sweet anticipation.

Then one morning she woke, feeling as if something were different. The restraints were all gone. No rope. No chains. The door to the cage stood wide open. She stood just inside the door, her eyes searching. The Hunter was not there. With quiet care she stepped out of the cage. Ears open to any little sound. Slowly she left the room and went outside. Still no sign of the Hunter. She ran for the forest there to find the wolf pack. Petting and hugging the big black wolf she could feel the call of freedom so deep inside of her. But she looked back, another feeling just as strong pulling at her.

With a last hug to the black wolf the fae stood and walked slowly back. Her heart beating hard, breath shallow. Eyes searching. When she stood in front of the door, returning to her place of captivity she heard a sound. Turning she sees him. The Hunter. Standing at the corner to the building, watching her. with slow hesitant steps she goes to him. Drops to her knees and lays her head against his thigh. She feels his hand stroke her hair, then fist gently holding her head to him and hears him say “That is my good girl”
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part III
Posted:Nov 26, 2015 11:00 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:10 am
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part III

The fae looks over her shoulder. Her heart is racing, skin clammy and covered with goose bumps. Tears of fear slide down her cheeks. She still feels the awful sensation of being trapped under the net. . The wolves running at full speed through the forest. Taking her away from her home, away from where the Hunter had found her.
The first night of flight, they found a little copse with fresh water nearby. Still shaken the little fae is too frightened to move away from her protectors. The wolves range around her, searching the area to make sure there are no threats to their charge. Even the wolves are on edge. They are not used to being the prey, they are the hunters, the predators. They catch enough food to feed themselves, snuffle out nuts and berries that the girl will eat.

When they return to the copse, the girl is curled up between the paws of the black wolf. Her eyes constantly darting around. Looking into the shadows of the trees. They can see that she shivers from time to time. The black wolf nuzzles against her cheek and whines because he feels her fear, something he has never felt in her before.

That night is a long and tense night. The girl waking with a jerk from small spaces of sleep where she sees the tall, big form of the Hunter in her dream. Back at the old hone site, the Hunter gathers all the equipment that he had used there. He will need that and more for his goal. The Hunter will pursue, he will capture, and with a dark smile touching his hard lips. He WILL OWN.

In the morning, the fae and her wolves leave the copse, she is diligent and clears all sign that they had been there. They move ever southward, towards home, the Seelie Court. She does not want to return to the court itself, she enjoys her freedom. The ability to live outside and be in the nature that calls to her very soul. By mid-day they reach the spot that she had in mind for her next refuge. A lovely and sheltered fairy ring. Set among the trees the spot is lovely. Green grass, flowers, and a small waterfall feeding the brook. Behind the waterfall is a cave that reaches far back into the hills, with several escape paths.

Day by day the fae relaxes more. Here she is able to hide, the fairy ring almost impossible to find, especially by human eye. Here she is able to fly among the trees and once more watch the animals of the woods. To care for the flowers and enjoy the company of the wolf pack. One of her joys is the waterfall. It provides not fresh and clear water for drinking, but it is wonderful to bath in.

One morning as the fae takes her morning shower she is unaware of eyes watching her. she stands under the brisk flow of water. Her auburn hair slicked back over her shoulders, fire against the alabaster of her skin. Eyes closed in pleasure she turns with arms outstretched, head back sapphire blue eyes closed. She hums softly with her joy. Hidden by the deep shadows of the woods stands the predator. The Hunter watches closely. All of his senses on high. Taking in every small detail of this creature that has been his target. He watches to see everything about the setup of the ring. He knows there is magic in the area, now he just has to learn how much and what steps need to be taken. He notes the wolves, how many, what their movements are because he knows too that he will need to get past these to gain his prize.

With each day the girl goes a little further from the fairy ring. Searching out the wonders of this forest. One day she picks up a scent that she had not smelled before. It is a lovely floral scent that tickles her senses. She follows it, and there. What a lovely flower she sees. Bright red, its petals glisten with the sheen of the morning’s dew. She flies over and around the flower bush. Looking for anything that might be dangerous to her. Seeing nothing that would alarm her she lands next to the bush. Takes a deep breath of the heady perfume of the flowers. She reaches out to stroke the silky petals and cries out, jumps back. Looking down at her finger and the small drop of blood on it. This blossom has thorns and one has pricked her. She stands, looking at the bead of blood and suddenly, feels herself become dizzy. Unable to stand. The girl falls to the ground, eyes close. She has been drugged.

When the girl wakes, her first thought is that her wolves have found her and are carrying her back to the ring. Then she notices, there is no soft fur, only hardness. Then that there are bars surrounding her. Gasping she tries to stand, but is still too unsteady to gain her feet. Then she hears it, a sound that puts her in fear of her very life. The deep laugh of the Hunter. He looks into the cage and smiles at her.
“You have led me a fine chase little one, but now you are my property.”

The fae lowers her head into her hands and begins to cry the bitter tears of hopelessness.
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part II
Posted:Nov 26, 2015 10:58 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:10 am
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter Part II

The small and gentle fae lived from day to day in her forest home. she was guarded by the woodland creatures. often while she slept several of the wolf pack would stay and range around her dwelling. During the day the birds would keep watch in the sky. The small creatures would prowl through the tree. All keeping an eye for the Hunter. The man who had frightened the fae so badly that she had abandoned her home in the old oak tree. Here she has barely set up a small space for comfort. It was not home to her yet. The fae still woke every night feeling as if she were being stalked, that the Hunter was ever near. she knows that once a predator has the scent of prey, it rarely gives up.
Each day before she would leave her refuge, she would listen to the birds, to the sounds of the forest around her. Inch by inch she would step out of her cover, eyes searching to make sure that she would be safe. Gradually she felt a little more secure in her surroundings. Yet the fae knew not to let her defenses down.
Then one day, she was returning to her sanctuary. And all of a sudden, everything went quiet. Then she heard the harsh call of the hawk. The cry setting her nerves on edge because she knew that the call was one telling of flight and the need to hide. Heart racing the fae inched back into the cover of the trees around her. Ears listening for any sound. Then she heard it. The step of a human.
Fear leaped inside of her. Heart racing her mind whirling with thoughts of what she should do. Forcing herself to calm. To think clearly. The fae gathers her small magics about herself. Pulling the natural look of the forest around her, making herself become more invisible to anything that might see, hear or scent her. Gathering patience she waits till the forest noises return to normal. When she hears the barking of the wolves she answers to them. Soon the wolves surround her and she climbs onto the back of the large black wolf. They head back to her home, slowly. Checking for anything that should not be there. Soon they found traps set in several places. Some near her home, others further away.
This time instead of springing all of the traps, they disabled a few close to her home, then destroyed those that were further away. Making it look as if a larger animal had gotten caught and trampled those. They did this in the hopes that the Hunter would be led to believe that those traps were closer to something that he wanted to capture.
The next day, the sprung traps were removed. she could she the Hunter’s footsteps all around. He was not taking care to cover his movements anymore. There was something new this time though. Set up where the sun would shine on it, a form of chain with pretty colored sparkling stones on it.
Now the fae are always fond of things that sparkle. she flew over and around the pretty thing. But knew deep down that this thing was evil and that she should not touch it. Flying away from it, looking at all angles to see just how far reaching this trap was, noting it down so that she would stay away. That night, the wolves slept circled around her. They could scent the Hunter close by.
The next day, the trap was still there, but now had even more pretty sparklies. This made her fingers itch just to touch them. Again she took to the air, looking it over. Seeing even more of an intricate set up to the trap. If a creature were to even get close there were snares set to grab them. Again she flew away knowing not to touch.
Several days went by and there was no change to the trap, no new prints left by the Hunter. Then one day the fae saw there was something new. her eyes grew round, her soft pink mouth forming a sensual oh. There in the middle. A lovely, bright Chrystal rose. Taking to wing once again, she looked for any new sign of trap. Not seeing anything to the sides or over the rose,,,she flew closer. Reaching out to pluck the rose, just the rose.
And out from under the sparklies a net shoots up and over her. her wings trapped, her body held down by the weight. Unable to move. The fae’s crys heard by the wolves, they come pulling and biting at the net. Soon the birds land and clasp the net, pulling it upwards. Finally she is able to crawl out from under the hateful net. Knowing she had been very very foolish. She climbs up onto the back of the large black wolf and once again is forced to abandon her home.
Later in the day the Hunter stands over the trap. A harsh smile on his face. He KNOWS that he almost had the fae. Now he is more determined to catch that soft and fair prize.
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Once Upon a Time: The Hunter
Posted:Nov 26, 2015 10:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:10 am
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Once upon a time there was a fae creature who lived in the woods. Auburn hair blue/grey eyes bright with wonder and curiosity about all things. This little fair ventured out into the world from the safety of the Seelie Court.

she made her home in oak tree close to a clearing filled with a small pond and wild forest flowers all around. she built a lovely bower with a soft bed, a rain closet and a view of everything around her tree. The girl would spend hours walking the forest floor, watching the woodland creatures. Always aware for all the sounds around her. For there are always predators lurking. Some who had a craving for the softness of a fae.

she would often watch the human creatures who ventured into the woodlands. Some were there to enjoy the forest and watch the animals, look at the trees and flowers. But, sometimes there were the ones who came to hunt. Some with arrow, some with guns. Then there were the ones who came with ropes and traps. These she knew were very dangerous. Often she would see a dark hunter go through her clearing. He would stop and stand, looking at the ground, then up and into the trees. Always watching, listening. When the girl saw this hunter,,she knew to stay quiet and well hidden.

A few times this hunter would string ropes and set traps along the trails that she would walk in the company of the semi-tamed wolves as her protectors. After quietly watching this. The fairy would wait and listen until she was sure that the hunter had gone. Only then would she venture from her tree. With great care she would disable the traps. Sometimes she would find some of the small woodland animals caught in the ropes. This frightened her to see them struggle for their freedom. With gentle touch she would free them and watch as they ran further into the cover of the forest. That night her dreams were dark and filled with fear. she woke with heart pounding, skin moist and cold, her body shivering.

Now, the hunter would find his traps dismantled. He would stand and look all around the traps. He would then look up into the sky, at the trees. He would walk around the traps and look at them from all angles. The fae knew she had left no tracks, she had been very careful. She had grown up being told stories about humans who would capture a fae and keep them, take them away never to be seen again. A few had escaped to return to the court, they were changed, not to be the same ever again.

One day the hunter returned with a pull wagon filled with many different things in it. The fae watches as he strung ropes, nets, strange devices that he fitted to trees. It took him hours to set all the traps. He then stood and looked at all that he had done. He cleared the area, erasing his footsteps from the ground. Then stood well back into the cover of the woods and watched the clearing. Finally he left. The little fae knew that this was no longer a safe place for her to be. she would need to find a new tree to stay in or return to the court. That night with the help of the wolves, she searched out a new home, deeper into the forest.
As she slept in her new home, she woke from dark dreams of the hunter. The fae knew there were those who hunted to find food to eat, there were those who hunted for their own pleasure, some who were predators,,,and then there were those who were dark and very dangerous for the fae.
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dreams
Posted:Nov 9, 2012 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 27, 2015 12:28 am
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something that i heard a long time ago and am reminded of it's validity.

we must take care of our dreams, for like paper they tear so easily.

when a hope, a dream a deep desire becomes crushed, we can try to repair it but it is never the same or just can not be repaired.
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just something to keep in mind
Posted:May 7, 2011 6:48 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2013 9:33 pm
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Never make Someone your priority while you remain their option
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i am
Posted:Jun 28, 2010 7:32 am
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2016 9:51 pm
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i am:
still water that runs deep
the song and soft caress of the breeze in spring
the light at the end of the tunnel
the dew that shines like a diamond on the petal of a flower at dawn
the oasis in the middle of a desert
the hope of heaven
the joy heard in an innocent's laughter
the hope that never dies
the sweetest of dreams, or the worst of nightmares
i am:
all this and so much more

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