Okay. To explain this; it's basically a background story of a character I just made for a RP. You could say this is his "fairy tale", but it's written normally. The character is the teenage son of the Big Bad Wolf. You'll have to read on to see what happens. I'll post his pic in my art thread so you can all see him.
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“But Father!” the young wolf yelled, tears in his eyes. He was merely struck again by a large paw. “How… how the hell could you do this to me…? Do this to us?! I… I thought you wanted to be like me son… I thought… you wanted to be like daddy…” The larger wolf was crying as well now, for different reasons.
“I grew up father… I can’t stay a little boy forever… and I can’t always be daddy’s little boy… you have to let me go…” Even though he was scared of his father currently, he crawled over to him, and hugged his leg tightly. “I still love you dad… but I’m not going against my heart.” He looked up to the larger wolf. “Please father… please reconsider this…”
He still couldn’t believe it. His own flesh, fur, and blood was betraying him; not only was he attracted to males, he was attracted to one of the pigs his father had tried so hard to catch. “I… I love you son… but I cannot allow this… you aren’t… you aren’t allowed to see him again… And, you aren’t allowed to live with me anymore.” He pet the boy’s head, before pushing him away.
“No! Please father! Don’t make me leave! I don’t want to! PLEASE!” The teenager pleaded, but it was to no avail. He sobbed quietly on the floor.
His father was irritated now. He kicked the teen in the gut. “Quit your snivelin’. Pack your things and leave. If you don’t leave fast enough… I’ll be forced to hurt you…” The teen shuddered, and quickly crawled across the floor to his room. He packed slowly, crying the whole time.
After about fifteen minutes, he opened his door, only to be greeted by his father. “Too slow son.” Before the teen could react, a searing hot liquid was thrown into his right eye; hot candle wax. The younger wolf yelped in pain, and tried to relieve his eye, but it was burning his paws. He fell to his knees, sobbing and whimpering in pain. The elder wolf picked up his suitcase, and the young wolf by the scruff of his neck, and threw him out the front door, slamming it behind him.
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The young wolf didn’t move for quite some time. The wax had dried now, leaving a complete hard crust over his right eye. His eye was still in serious pain, but he wasn’t sure of what to do. He sighed, and flaked some of it off with a claw, until he got enough to where he could dig his claw under it. He ripped it off in one movement, letting out a loud howl. The fur around his eye was completely burnt off. And even after blinking and washing his eye out in a nearby stream, he still couldn’t see out of it. He didn’t realize that he was blind in that eye now.
The old wolf on the other hand had gone away by now. He’d grabbed his musket, and went straight to the three pigs’ house. He broke in and shot all three of them, not wanting to leave his son’s lover to chance. The wolf was proud of his accomplishment, and went back home, whistling on his way there.
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Almost a year later, Jesse Bad Wolf was still grieving over the loss of his love. He knew that it was his father who’d done it. J.B. knew that he was blind in his right eye now, and that he was never going to see out of it again. He drifted around everywhere, not really ever staying in one place. He was a lone wolf for sure; no one ever really wanted to understand him. That’s all he wanted though… to be understood.
When J.B. heard the legend of the Blue Fairy, he immediately went searching for the giant’s cottage. He only had one thought in his mind. “If I rescue the Blue Fairy, she’ll grant me wishes… and I’ll be able to find someone who loves me... and understands me…”
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