My name is Belladonna. I'm a high class faerie(the life-size ones) who was stolen by a pheasant couple. Ma'am and Sir love me, er, at least they think they do. Sir scares me and Ma'am worries me. I'm high stress, but love what I have learned by growing up a pheasant. I don't know for sure that I'm high class, but I feel it. It's in my bones and teeth. I don't know who I'm from or how my life might've been growing up because pheasants are kept distant. I love pegasi and playing with the mermaids who are so-far friendly. Of course. I have other secrets...
"I want to be good, Sir, but it's soo hard when all the other girls are growing their wings and I have to file mine to a stump!" I'm struggling to control my anger and dismay. Ultimately I know that he doesn't EVER want me to grow up and leave him, but I won't accept it. I'm flushing from anger and the pent-up tears. Why do I ALWAYS cry when he starts in on me? "I wish, for once, that you'd be reasonable!"
Shouting, of course, is the worse thing I could've done. If there's one thing Sir hates, it's to have voices raised. He never needs to. He naturally talks so loudly and obnoxiously that when he wants to emphasize his words all he needs to do is look mean and intimidating. He wants to hit me. I know he does because his fists are clenched just like mine. I hate this power of mine. This ability to know everything that others can be oblivious to. I wish I could look at Sir as everyone else does. Obnoxious and rude, but harmless. They don't know what I know. They haven't felt what I've felt. But wishing is useless.
Jerking myself out of my thoughts, I find Sir stilling glowering at me. "It's not fair." Mumbling is good. It signals defeat and weakness. He'll accept it, but I'll regret even bringing it up. Now Sir knows what I want more than anything and he'll use it. Yes... I know. My life doesn't even count as an example of living. Scared of my own shadow, I am. I'm scared of everything. I feel weak and helpless. I don't want anyone's help though. It's not because I feel like I don't need it. I don't think anyone will be able to help. Who would want to help a faerie without wings anyway?
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Submission Name: My Attempt at RP
