Demons

N/A · 07-13-2013, 04:38 PM

(((OOC: Im so sorry about the wait! I promise the next post wont be near this long! I broke my wrist and my computer crashed, Ive only been back for four days ;_;)))

The dame was a whirlpool of anxious anxieties. Feelings had never been her strong point, she didn't accept them well, simply because the only things she had ever felt were determination, loneliness, bitterness, and the tiniest amount of affection for Glinda... but here, trapped within these lonely plains everyone she had met had been so damn friendly, so welcoming, she had relationships here, friends and she had no idea how to react, what to do with these kind of feelings, she was at a loss and it made her stomach churn.

Golden oculars flickered, odd coat of bizarre colors gleamed in the sunlight, the fading chill of winter was making her more irritable, she had never done well in the cold, at least without injuries she felt a tinge warmer. She frowned a bit as she thought of warmth, no matter how utterly dismal Gerhardt had felt, he never should have been swimming in this weather, he could have caught pneumonia, hypothermia...what if she had not stumbled upon him, forced him somewhere dry and made him warm up? Was it possible he may have died? Face down and alone, sinking to the bottom of that abysmal river? Something in her burned at the idea. Uncomfortable, uneasy... could the butterflies please vacate her abdomen?

Something moved, something stirred and Elphaba's ears flickered, pinning back against her cranium. The dame froze, paws freezing in their place upon the snow, her skull lowered, level with the rest of her body, her tail rose, already acting as a counterweight should whatever was approach her decide to attack, ears stayed high and alert, but her eyes narrowed, she was ready, she almost hoped something would attack her, to ward off these damnable emotions if nothing else. But alas...

The woman that broke through the trees she had seen before, at pack meetings and other pack functions. Relaxing her stance, her skull rose and her tail fell limp between her hind legs, neither excited nor brushing off the encounter. Just because she was upset did not mean anyone else should suffer her mood. The woman spoke and Elphaba's audits twitched, catching the sounds as they fell. She cleared her throat and readied herself to speak. ?Winter has never been my cup of tea, I rather loathe the rain, but since the sky is absent of clouds I suppose yes, tis a rather fine day... my name is Elphaba, might I inquire yours?? Her words were low, a soothing baritone that rumbled from her chest.

"Speech"

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