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Blog Entry: My opening rp tinger >< Not important
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Posted by: Sinful
Posted: August 10, 2008, 9:21:33 PM
Mood: Pissed off/sore
Eating: nothing
Drinking: VODKA!xD
Listening To: TV ? o.O

The day had been very troublesome for this one princess. Things were not going her way, not at all after all the hard years she had put into the kingdom. Everything had come to her as a large stab in the back. Everything, wasted, gone. No longer was there anything left for this lone princess. Her pale figure had made it's way through the forest, everything seemed so, clear, bright and very painful at the moment. For so long this princes had been kept in the castle, not allowed to be taken out due to her very rare skin condition. Princess Ella no longer wanted to be trapped in the castle, told that some stranger who was a prince was coming to her to ask her hand in marriage. She didn't want life like that. . . It was far to award and odd- thus she adored the commoners, wanting to live with them, be one. Though deep down inside she understood that would never happen.

The forest was beautiful in the day time, she had never been able to see anything in the day. The forest colors had such, feeling to them, the bright sky over head made her have a woozy feeling in the pit on her stomach and it had started to give her a rather bad headache, but other then the pain, she suddenly felt, happy. It wasn't every day you seen a smile on this girls face, she was always unhappy. Her father and mother did everything to make her unhappy. The most thing that Ella had hated most of her parents decisions, was her marriage to Saran Sovereign, the dragon prince. She was going to be married to an animal. This wasn't going to happen. She would see to it, which was why she wasn't in the castle and she was in the forest during the day. No one would think she would go into the day.

The more that Ella had walked the more dizzy and sick she had started to feel, now she understood why she was never taken into the day. The lower back length silver hair had swayed from side to side as she had felt her legs give a small tingle, maybe this was a notice for her to stop, since the throbbing headache wasn't getting through to her to tell her to stop. Blinking the unusually light, light colored eyes she had watched as the small shadows danced around the forest as she had trailed onwards. ' . . . Come on. . . Keep on going' Ella had tried to push herself more forward as she had heard the sound of rushing water. A rather small smile played on her lips as she had looked down at the flush green ground. Ella stood out like a sore thumb, almost pure white. Her dress was stuck to her body as if it was supper glue, it looked as if she wasn't wearing clothing. The tight material stuck to her, showing almost every detail on her body, but hid the very private details.

Once she had looked up she had found herself gazing over a cliff, she had been walking with her head down for so long she had lost track of time, or where she was. The smile was no longer on her face as she had looked outwards. Slowly she had knelt down on the ground, almost dropping from how her body felt so weak at the moment. Slowly moving so she was laying flat on her stomach she had let her had rest just of the edge of the cliff and let her arm hang over the edge. So. . . Relaxing Ella felt as if she was at peace. Her throbbing body almost felt numb at the moment, that was one trouble off of her mind. No pain.

The villagers hate me. My parents despise me. . . I don't have any loved ones. . . Slowly shutting her eyes she was able to feel a few tears fall down the pale face and onto the soft ground she was laying on. She had heard so many things that the villagers said about her, she was a witch, she was a sin, she was cursed. All because, she didn't look like her parents, because she was different. Her uncle had even tried to kill her one night as she was ready to rest. She wasn't ready to accept life even though she had been living for more then seventeen years.