H U N T S M A N

I've hunted wild beasts and I've seen what they can do ❝

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❛ I TURNED AND RAN TO SAVE A LIFE I DIDN’T HAVE. ❜

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█  —— Which leads me to think that, well, you’d better surrender. ❝   What was that boy’s fault ? Nothing, except to be an orphan, the kind of street rat that people despite just for the sake of it - but it’s easier to hate the poor when you’re rich yourself. ( which he was ).  

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                                     In the middle of the journey of our life I found myself

                                                                                       within a dark woods where the straight way was lost                                                                                                        T H E   G U I D E

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❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

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█  —— I have little interest in discussing love… ❝ He looks down on her, with a certain gleam of disdain. After all, you gotta put under the rug what’s hitting you in the face in order to look like the man you always thought to be -  well, though it is true, it was never love that existed in his heart for Belle ( it was lust ). —— You sure are a peculiar little woman… ❝

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❛ I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

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█  —— I always keep my knifes sharp - a sort of habit, I guess ? Anyway, now, the only thing you have to do is speak. ❝  A sly smile underlined by a snake-like look just betray his lack of pity - well, after all, he was never shaped for mercy.

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@egctistical ❤ ‘d for a lyric starter! (Arctic Monkeys, I Bet You Look Good On the Dancefloor)      ❝  ——  I WISH you’d stop ignoring me, because it’s sending me to despair. ❞

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█ —— Am I ? ❝ Eyes set on the reflection inside his glass, he can't bother to put much forms, polite ones, to his boredom. —— I surely never meant it. ❝ No, he's definitely too bothered by the thought of a lady escaping his good graces, a woman of true beauty he would have like to catch, chasing her like during those fox-huntings. But it seems she's gone. Well, at least, she didn't left him in bad company. —— But, please, pardon my bad manners. Something has been on my mind lately and it seems I can't get rid of this thought. ❝

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❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

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█ There’s something ROTTEN in the air. This smell, or impression, comes and ruins the beauty of its surrounding in waves, like a CURSE in its most minimal form. But strangely, there’s something too familiar for Gaston not to notice : it smells like the result of a hunt, the death gently showing its ugly self after the kill. —— Oh, I don’t doubt it, Sir…❝Iron. Copper. It’s something rusty ( the sign of his own mortality, flowing out from his wound ) —— I thank thee for your help. ❝

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❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

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█ —— You, women, will always complain. ❝ An amused laugh gives the last straw to his attack while a sly smile slip up his lips —— But in the end, shiny armor or not, prince or not, sinner or not, you’ll always come back running to your man. ❝

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OUT OF PREY ——  Does anyone have the link to an active Beast blog because I need to pester one ?????

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                                   FOSSIL - GIRL.

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                             ❛  But  don’t  you  remember ?  we’ve  met  before .                                            you’ve  said  so  yourself  —–  once upon a dream .

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A L M O S T   A   S A I N T ‘‘

FERINE and foul is the demon dispatched to test a vatic faith   &    ever unmoving is the prophet in her own, divine undertaking. No fear evident in the curvature of her half-smile, for it’s lifted by the locution of saints.        ❝ Non, Monsieur, I am no child. I am Jehanne de Vouthon. And what is it I will be calling you, beast? ❞

 █ —— Once upon a time, you could have called me Gaston. But a beast, as you said, needs no name. ❝ Fangs cut the air, gleamering like the moon's halo. Long ago memories attacks him, but he fights back, KILLING every fond image that tries to lingers in his mind. After all, he's a strange being made of wrath and bitterness, he's a killer that goes out in the night to surprise you in your sleep with welcoming fangs, sinking into your throat. He's not the man he used to be. —— There is a girl quite famous in our gracious Kingdom; she bares the same name as yours, and she too, talks to God... ❝ He's not idiot, yet, he'd like to see what could her answer be to this question. Is she really the lady dressed in iron all of France hates or reveres ? If it is so, he might have at least found something else to choke with his bite than just memories of a revoked time.

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❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜

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Jan Fyt, Still Life of Flowers with an Overturned Jug (detail)

17th century

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L I T T L E   T H I E F ‘‘

Bit of a ticklish business to talk when a body’s heart was sitting somewhere in his throat. He swallowed once, twice before he could speak. “Stealing, sir? Only counts as stealing if’n a body’s living here.”

█ —— Tone down your sarcasm boy when you're in the presence of the master of this castle ! ❝ A growl lingers at the end of those words, echoing against' the old stone of this miserable place. The youth of this intruder does not even set ablaze any flame of mercyness in those eyes that seem to have already seen hell. —— Now, what should I do with a vile thief of your kind ?... ❝ He moves in a distubring way, with the slowness of a wounded predator, a disfigured beast hardly understanding its own diformity. Walking toward the child, revealing to the light his ugliness, he doesn't sway, even for for a second ( he's way too used of this terrifying revelation ).

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A L M O S T   A    S A I N T ‘‘

Never once does creed deviate from the sweet nor saccharine. Augury a god-given right   &   she herself, an object to His will   ——   a tool to purchase the devotion of those who condemn it.        ❝ He will never deceive z’he holy. And I resolve my faith to be stronger z’han any army. And much, much stronger, I’m sure, z’han you. ❞ 

█ —— Oh, but I don't pretend to be stronger... ❝ His eyes shines like wild flames flickering by the wind, gleaming and disapearing everytimes the light don't hit his face. How he wishes he could prove her wrong and let his tongue taste the blood of a prude fool. —— But pride is a sin, my dear. ❝ He growls, faintly, a menacing warning he gladly gives ( he bares his teeth ). Or is it ? —— What is your name, child ? I wish to know how I should call God's interlocutor. ❝