Sintulating Faerie Tales: Red Ridding Hood
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
14,862
Reviews:
18
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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20 years later...
Sintulating Fairy Tales:
Red Ridding Hood
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters listed in the story, only the insane plot you are about to read.
____________________________________________
Red Ridding Hood
Part 2: Twenty Years Later...
AJ Angelique
While the father was busy dealing with his dead wife's family, the old woman whisked the child away from the hills of England and took her deep into the forested lands of France. There, the two lived as Grandmother and Grand-daughter for the next twenty years in a small wood cabin in the middle of the woods.
The once helpless child has now a grown woman. She's gained shoulder length curely rose red hair, bright blue eyes fanned by feathery black lashes, full pouty pink lips, pale causcasion skin that's lightly peppered by little brown freckles, a lithe young body that's slender yet athletic body and she's five feet & five inches tall. The old woman even named her Rose, after the deep red shade of her hair and the beauty she possessed since her birth.
The old woman took her deep into a patch of woods and to a log cabin style cottage just half a day's walk from the nearest villaRoseRose grew up happy and healthy as the old woman raised her like her own child. Yes, even though the old woman was a witch she didn't harm Rose cause all she wanted in the end was a daughter. Yet she lost the ability to have children of her own a long time ago when a man attacked her in her youth. Among the many thing that the old woman taught Rose, the old woman taught her the ways the woods. How to track the various animals, pick out which plants were safe to eat and especially, which ocoulcould be used for healing.
While the old woman (or Grandmother as Rose called her) never left the woods, Rose often made s tos to the village. If not for supplies then to visit with her friends and converse with the villagers, most of which she made friends with. Yet it was an uneasy friendship, due to the fact that most of the people didn't really trust her Grandmother...even though she was a skilled healer who save many life since their arrival 20 years ago. Rose though, did her best to brush off this disurn and kept to the same explination.
"We moved here because everyone else in our family lost their lives in a fire and that's the only home we have left," Red said, explaining the story one more for the umtenth time for her friends. It was a bright sunny day and the group of girls were down by the river washing cloths, which Rose was more than happy to help with.
"But why there?" asked a golden blonde with green eyes as she wrung out a shirt.
"Because, it was my grandfather's hunting lodge and it's all we have left," Rose said.
"Then why doesn't she come into town? She didn't get burned did she?" asked a girl with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes as she scrubbed a pair of pants.
"No, she doesn't have the strength for the long trip. Especially these days," Rose said sadly and the others looked up at her in concern.
"Rose, is something wrong?" asked a mousy looking brown hair and brown eye girl.
"Yes, Grandmother became ill and has been bed ridden for the past week," Rose said.
"Can't she heal herself?" asked a snobish looking blonde hair brown eye girl.
"No, she can't. She can only heal other people and with all that I've learned all I've able to do is make her comfortable," Rose said, frustrated.
"Rose, maybe she's just dying. She is...well, old," said a red head.
"I know, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that," Rose said with a pout and there was a tense silence.
"Hey, did you girls see the woodcutters this morning. Weren't they nice to look at?" asked a tart looking blonde hair green eye girl and the subject was quickly changed to men...especially hansome young men. Rose stayed long enoung to finish her share of the laundry and excused herself to go purchase some food for her sick Grandmother. As she took her leave, she reached down and plucked a silky red cape with a floppy hood off the ground. A gift that grandmother made for her when she turned 16.
Back in the village she purchase some meat, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. With these items secured in her basket, she tied the cloak around her shoulders and began her long walk down the dusty road towards the woods. Earlier that morning, she had lucked into a ride form a farmer who was heading into the village to trade his vegtibles. But now, in the early afternoon, Rose found no such luck as everyone was still heading towards the village. With a heavy sigh, she let her mind drift to make the trip seem shorter and her thoughts turned back to the comment of the wood cutters and Rose frowned.
While her friends wanted to marry for looks, Rose wanted to marry for love. Rose smiled at she remembered all the stories Grandmother told her of how her parents fell in love at first sight during a harvest festival, of how her Grandfather courted Grandmother untill she was as absolutley charmed with him as he was of her. In Rose's mind, she saw this as a family tradition that she hoped to carry on. To find a man she truely loved, settle down with him and raise a family all of her own.
"Hello Red," came a deep male voice with a old French accent. Rose let out a heavy sigh as she stopped in her tracks and turned to her left to find that not only was she in the woods, she wasn't alone anyone.
"Hello Francis," Rose said, sounding less than pleased.
TBC...
Red Ridding Hood
Disclaimer:
I don't own any of the characters listed in the story, only the insane plot you are about to read.
____________________________________________
Red Ridding Hood
Part 2: Twenty Years Later...
AJ Angelique
While the father was busy dealing with his dead wife's family, the old woman whisked the child away from the hills of England and took her deep into the forested lands of France. There, the two lived as Grandmother and Grand-daughter for the next twenty years in a small wood cabin in the middle of the woods.
The once helpless child has now a grown woman. She's gained shoulder length curely rose red hair, bright blue eyes fanned by feathery black lashes, full pouty pink lips, pale causcasion skin that's lightly peppered by little brown freckles, a lithe young body that's slender yet athletic body and she's five feet & five inches tall. The old woman even named her Rose, after the deep red shade of her hair and the beauty she possessed since her birth.
The old woman took her deep into a patch of woods and to a log cabin style cottage just half a day's walk from the nearest villaRoseRose grew up happy and healthy as the old woman raised her like her own child. Yes, even though the old woman was a witch she didn't harm Rose cause all she wanted in the end was a daughter. Yet she lost the ability to have children of her own a long time ago when a man attacked her in her youth. Among the many thing that the old woman taught Rose, the old woman taught her the ways the woods. How to track the various animals, pick out which plants were safe to eat and especially, which ocoulcould be used for healing.
While the old woman (or Grandmother as Rose called her) never left the woods, Rose often made s tos to the village. If not for supplies then to visit with her friends and converse with the villagers, most of which she made friends with. Yet it was an uneasy friendship, due to the fact that most of the people didn't really trust her Grandmother...even though she was a skilled healer who save many life since their arrival 20 years ago. Rose though, did her best to brush off this disurn and kept to the same explination.
"We moved here because everyone else in our family lost their lives in a fire and that's the only home we have left," Red said, explaining the story one more for the umtenth time for her friends. It was a bright sunny day and the group of girls were down by the river washing cloths, which Rose was more than happy to help with.
"But why there?" asked a golden blonde with green eyes as she wrung out a shirt.
"Because, it was my grandfather's hunting lodge and it's all we have left," Rose said.
"Then why doesn't she come into town? She didn't get burned did she?" asked a girl with chocolate brown hair and brown eyes as she scrubbed a pair of pants.
"No, she doesn't have the strength for the long trip. Especially these days," Rose said sadly and the others looked up at her in concern.
"Rose, is something wrong?" asked a mousy looking brown hair and brown eye girl.
"Yes, Grandmother became ill and has been bed ridden for the past week," Rose said.
"Can't she heal herself?" asked a snobish looking blonde hair brown eye girl.
"No, she can't. She can only heal other people and with all that I've learned all I've able to do is make her comfortable," Rose said, frustrated.
"Rose, maybe she's just dying. She is...well, old," said a red head.
"I know, but I'm not sure if I'm ready for that," Rose said with a pout and there was a tense silence.
"Hey, did you girls see the woodcutters this morning. Weren't they nice to look at?" asked a tart looking blonde hair green eye girl and the subject was quickly changed to men...especially hansome young men. Rose stayed long enoung to finish her share of the laundry and excused herself to go purchase some food for her sick Grandmother. As she took her leave, she reached down and plucked a silky red cape with a floppy hood off the ground. A gift that grandmother made for her when she turned 16.
Back in the village she purchase some meat, a loaf of bread and a bottle of wine. With these items secured in her basket, she tied the cloak around her shoulders and began her long walk down the dusty road towards the woods. Earlier that morning, she had lucked into a ride form a farmer who was heading into the village to trade his vegtibles. But now, in the early afternoon, Rose found no such luck as everyone was still heading towards the village. With a heavy sigh, she let her mind drift to make the trip seem shorter and her thoughts turned back to the comment of the wood cutters and Rose frowned.
While her friends wanted to marry for looks, Rose wanted to marry for love. Rose smiled at she remembered all the stories Grandmother told her of how her parents fell in love at first sight during a harvest festival, of how her Grandfather courted Grandmother untill she was as absolutley charmed with him as he was of her. In Rose's mind, she saw this as a family tradition that she hoped to carry on. To find a man she truely loved, settle down with him and raise a family all of her own.
"Hello Red," came a deep male voice with a old French accent. Rose let out a heavy sigh as she stopped in her tracks and turned to her left to find that not only was she in the woods, she wasn't alone anyone.
"Hello Francis," Rose said, sounding less than pleased.
TBC...