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understandable!! Number three- 

You are the fearsome ruler of a rather large forest. Said to be cunning and ruthless, with a terribly monstrous appearance, people of many lands fear you. Some of the rumors are false. Well, one or two. But it is enough to keep people away, giving you the peace and quiet you want.

But one night, when the moon is full and the dawn is not far off, you hear someone knocking at your door. Startled that anyone even had the courage to approach your castle, you hesitantly go to the door.

On your doorstep is a young woman. Her dress is muddy and torn, dirty streaks marking her cheeks where she had been crying. But despite her apparent fear, she held herself with dignity.

"Forgive me for intruding at such a late hour," she greets you, her voice shaking in fear. "Might I trouble you for a night's stay?"

Upon accepting, you quickly discover two things: one, she came from the nearest town, likely the daughter of a nobleman that, by some terrible mistake, got lost in your forest.

Two, you aren't the one she is afraid of.

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Oh boy, I already Love this one, and I NEED to know what she's afraid ooffff, (which im assuming is something do with that nobleman lol), but stilll

3. 9.5/10!

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyy! Ok-numero four- 

Person A is a life god, stolen from their pantheon as a young child, due to the pantheon that kidnapped them needing a life god among them. But Person B, a child god, the same age as Person A, who’s the god of a forest, ends up falling in love with Person A as they get older, and vice versa. Person A decides to stick around Person B’s forest to spend time with them, helping the forest remain fertile and full of life. But then a stranger comes, from Person A’s true pantheon — and claiming to be Person A’s betrothed since birth.

Ooo...that's a tough descion...buuuuut!

9/10!

oki! Numero cinco! 

Misjudged, outcasted, and ignored are some of the terms you've found to describe yourself in your current situation. The world has been cruel to you and left you with nothing but an empty heart and a deep loneliness. Youre desprate for contact, even if its just a simple 'hello' in the morning by a stranger.

You break, unable to deal with the isolation any longer. Faes/genies/demons are know for their deceptive and dangerous affairs, granting empty wishes and taking more than theyre worth, but it doesnt matter to you anyways.

In a flamboyant show of fire and light, the fae/genie/demon rises from the floor and bows in your presence. They look up, greeting you and prompting you for a deal. They can smell your anguish.

You beg, voice breaking, for someone, ANYONE to be you companion. Someone to hold you, comfort you, understand you. Now shaking, you stare through watery eyes, preparing to give up anything in return.

The fae/genie/demon seems indifferent to your outburst as they approach with a calm demeanor. Looking down, they wipe the tears from your cheeks and extend their hand.

And with a reluctant pause through choked breaths, you take it. Fire erupts all around as youre pulled into their chest, and dragged under the Earth never to be seen by mortal eyes again.

(OR)

In a flamboyant show of fire and light, the fae/genie/demon rises from the floor and bows in your presence. They look up, ready to greet the poor soul who woke them only to be bombarded by the scene before them. Balloons, streamers, and a 'WELCOME' sign decorated the walls while the floor is littered with confetti, glitter, and various board games hastily tossed into place. The table has two seats, one occupied by you, and a massive cake with the frosting reading 'New Best Friend!'. From your seat, you pat the chair next to you, beckoning them to sit.

Alright, i love thisssss, WHY MUST YOU COME UP WITH SO MANY GOOD IDEAS?!!

also 9/10

AAAAAND ANOTHER ONE- 

The woman looked up from the flowered crown in suprise, her gaze meeting the more bashful glance of the giant man before her. His youthful face was turned sideways and away from her own as he held the circular mound of flowers out to her, his second large hand scratching his stubbled cheek nervously.

"I was thinking the other day when I was hunting that flowers would look very pretty in your hair so I made this for you." He said his neck taking on a red tinge.

The woman stood speechless outside her place of work. She had stepped out because she was told someone had been searching for her. She didn't know who she had in mind when she had come out, but the quiet boy from the mountian who she had clung to so desperately all those nights ago was definitely not someone she had even considered.

"If-if you don't want it that's fine too, I just wanted to take a quick trip down the mountian to see you and I...."

She drowned him out her mind running wild.

A short trip down the mountian from his village? His village was so far up and deep within the forest that it took nearly two days to get from her village to his.

Her eyes trailed to the flower crown he held.

She was not aware that men knew how to make such delicate things. Little girls were the common masters at such a craft. She thought young men like him spent their time drinking and fighting, not making such wonderful things.

The crown was lovely, hundreds of wildflowers she had never even seen were intertwined together in a swirling circle of color. It was so pretty she was scared to place her fingers on it in fear she would permanently stain the pure petals.

She had recieved so many gifts from men that had taken a fancy to her but those gifts were always golden and hard. Lifeless. They meant nothing to her. They were as useless as the men who gave them.

She would even go as far as to say she loathed them.

This was the first time she had ever recieved such a pure gift. She hadn't given him anything. Why would he possibly do this for her?

"It's lovely." She said her voice shaking with nerves she didn't know she had.

This boy, always bringing out the girl in her.

A slightly crooked tooth popped out at her as he gave her a big grin. The smile gave him an almost boyish edge that he normally didn't have. He looked more his age.

Young and handsome.

It was far more lovely than anything she had ever seen.

"May I?" He asked timidly while holding the crown out.

She gave him her best smile, bowing her head, her heart pounding uncomfortably in her chest. "Yes, of course."

He gently placed the crown on her head, his hands brushing her ears and cheek as they pulled away.

She was so nervous she could hardly look up to see his face.

She thought how foolish she was for being even vaguely intimidated by this boy, but he was different. He unraveled her in the most odd ways.

She was stunned at the gentle adoration she saw behind those dark eyes of his.

Stunned by his strange sincerity.

She had never seen someone look at her like that.

He smiled, a hint of sadness coating his smile. "As I thought," He muttered reaching up to tug lightly on a strand of her hair. "The flowers grey in comparison."

REEEEEEEEEEEeee, WHY MUST YOU MAKE ME RATE THEEEEEM?!

9.5/10

AHHHHHHHH-That's the last one tho- 

Oh-, well shitttt

now were stuck with two optionsss!