Lord Help Us, it's RtA Fanfic!

[beatrice_rta]

Trapped TogetherIt was perfect sunny day. Leaving behind husband and child, Mary Sue had been magically transported through shadow itself, and realizing only after she arrived that she'd forgotten her shoes. The Prince of the Hunt who welcomed her helped her out of a thicket of brambles, but not before it had taken half her skirt with it. It was

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[petruspitello]

Torn between the merits of classical fisticuffs and a variety of hypothetical ponyform katas, and increasingly awed at wondrous display of the two princes battling the improbably armed monkeys (What skill! What prowess! What to wear while washing away all that blood!), it was no surprise that Mary Sue and her dashing and devious escorts failed to notice the gentle 'thump, drag, thump, drag' approaching them slowly from the rear.

"Hold, my simian brethren!" croaked the Aged Monkey King, waving his gnarled staff and hurling a small piece of dung, which falls short - and unfortunately right onto the Prince of Knives.

The attacking monkeys halt, momentarily, guffawing as only tiny apes can at obligatory fecal humor.

[fiamme_rta]

*snickers*

Now, if he's the /aged/ monkey king, are they his brethren or his descendants?

[beatrice_rta]

Fiamme....

If you were this hard up, why did you not ask us to arrange a match for you before now!?

[fiamme_rta]

*eyes Beatrice* I'm not even dating /within/ my species, let alone out of it. And I leave the marrying of aged royalty to my cousins :)