So this is Love ● The Beast

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I was pacing on all fours outside of the doorway impatiently, my claws raking at the floors with a faint screech every moment it was met. I growled to myself, my ears flattened to the side of my head. "Where is she?" I seethed, my muscles grew tense as I slammed my paws down at every step. "I told her to meet me for dinner! What's taking so long?" I bared my teeth, angrily.

"Master, maybe she is just running late, you know women and they're lack of timing!" Cogsworth began, his hands coming up to try and calm me despite hardly being in reach as he stood on top of sultan who was taking a long needed nap. "But, I shall go right away to retrieve her!"

Lumière hits his companion on the head, causing the arrows on the clock to spin before Cogsworth stopped them with a annoyed huff, his candle fire flickering once. "I've seen the beauty of our guest, what a jewel she is, she would never purposely keep the master waiting!" My ears lifted slightly at the mention of her, "But, let us go! We may be of some assistance to the Mademoiselle!" He jumped down from the footstool with a clank pulling Cogsworth with him.

I ignored them as they made their way out the room as the servant opened the door for them, he stood at an average height for a human. However, he had been transformed as a coat rack, the curved coat hangers connected to him had been used as hands and feet instead.

I began to wonder as I paced, my thoughts going to the woman I had given a room too, the same one who I had the servants prepare dinner for. Was it the sound of my voice that scared her away, was it that I technically locked her in her room until dinner? Was it because I was keeping her prisoner?

I nearly grimaced at the thought before shaking my head. That couldn't be it, what prisoner gets rooms like these? Gets invited to dinner, get to...dine with...with a beast. I slumped, my steps slowed before I brought my paws up to my face as I straightened upright for once.

I truly had forgotten what my skin had once looked like, felt like. I opened and closed my large paws, the ones that had once been slender and pale skinned with not even a callous to say I had worked a day in my life. Now, on the rough skin of my paws, I could see every scar, every callous, every god forsaken dent I had make into these animalistic hands. I closed them with a sigh, looking away and into the burning fireplace paces from me.

I began to think of the guest I had in my midst, her sweet scent of Strawberries and Fresh Rain was intoxicating, her brown curls that framed her face perfectly despite being messy from the snow. Her voice, like a sweet song in my ears, it gave me an precious calming pleasure that I longed for. She was beautiful in each way, and I couldn't help but understand why she wouldn't meet me for dinner.

I ignored Sultan, the dog turned footstool, as he barked through the cloth of the cushion atop him. He leaped from one foot to the other, his tail wagged from one side to the other and I imagined if he had a tongue it would be hanging out by now.