Cendrillon Rouge
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Somewhere in Oceania there is a wood. This forest would never show up on a map, no radar would pick up where it is, no one comes in other than those that know it's hear. That was the way mother designed it all those years ago. Every once in a while though there are people that come in uninvited, something happens and they come. The forest is no organized place to start with but when the uninvited come it becomes so much more deadly. What part does this person hold in story? Well to those that once knew her, knew that Cendrillon Rouge had been a talkative type before the rebellion of the Reds. Now here Cendrillon hung. Vines clung to her neck and arms to keep her bound but never touching trees. Though by default this once golden haired girl should be dead Cendrillon was cursed like all of the ones that had ended up in the forest that surrounded Bella-Donna Manor.
She felt it though, the gnawing hunger, the decay of her insides. Everything was still working but she was so destroyed that she should be dead. She wasn't though, Mother's magic kept her alive. It was her that felt the breeze that fluttered through the forest that meant something uninvited was coming. Cenderillon uttered one high, long, piercing scream as a warning to whoever was at the entrance as well as a call to the others that where scattered about. It was time for action, it was time to move. The vines carried the weakened body of Cenderrillon towards the entrance of the forest again as a warning. Something worse than death can be met in this forest.
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She felt it though, the gnawing hunger, the decay of her insides. Everything was still working but she was so destroyed that she should be dead. She wasn't though, Mother's magic kept her alive. It was her that felt the breeze that fluttered through the forest that meant something uninvited was coming. Cenderillon uttered one high, long, piercing scream as a warning to whoever was at the entrance as well as a call to the others that where scattered about. It was time for action, it was time to move. The vines carried the weakened body of Cenderrillon towards the entrance of the forest again as a warning. Something worse than death can be met in this forest.
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