For Good

She did not, nor would she ever expect perfection from a higher ranked wolf, she had grown up in a society where belief was based off of a color. A representation of fur, the physical, she had refused to believe that she was a demonic entity solely because her fur was a different shade and at the end of the day, when she finally had had enough and met them with tooth and claw, her King had bled just the same, at the end of days every living creature was the same. They all bled, they all died, they all rotted to bones and ash amongst the ground, some merely gained respect and power, a society needed figures of strength and power, those to look up too, those to deem leaders, but that did not make them immortal Gods, they were only wolves, they made mistakes, it restored a touch of Elphaba's belief in them, it proved they were wolves just like everyone else. She would not hold his seeming distraction against him, in fact she admired him for it, it proved that he was capable of thought, not just brushing things aside because he was or wasn't of noble blood. She would keep her musings silent, her views were strange bizarre, rarely met with enthusiasm, but the two toned creature had always been a source of strangeness, out casted from very early on, she was attempting not to do as such here. She would dip her head, silently accepting his thanks, no more need be said about his thoughts unless he wished to share them.

He would speak her name, tasting it, it was a bizarre string of syllables, this she knew. Its meaning he did not need to know, she was named for disgrace and dishonor the moment she slid from her mother's womb, she had been lucky that they had not simply killed her. He said that it was pretty and she froze, muscles locking down and face failing to display any true emotions. Compliments never came her way, compliments were not cast in her direction. Not then, not ever. She forced herself to relax, her muscles to release there tension as she mimicked him, sliding back to rest upon her haunches while her mind screamed deception. She forced it to shut up. He was speaking with her, the future King and she would be even more the fool not to listen. God damn her father for what he had done to her. Damn him for making her so untrusting.

A tiny, barely noticeable smile would crack her mask of indifference, a soft chuckle pulling itself from her larynx. Her tones with just a hint of teasing would fall. "It probably hadn't helped they we moved a short few days after I joined." Her tones were a soft drawl, she wasn't going to be punished, she would take the blessing in stride. His question would surprise her, stun her a bit and set her off her place of confidence. Did she need help? She had learned long ago never to rely on anyone, the more she did the more they tore her apart, but he was offering and she had no desire to be rude... she noticed his posture change, lowering himself, in an effort, more than likely, to calm her, it did not go unnoticed nor unappreciated. "No... I believe I am adjusting fairly enough to the ideals of the pack. I find it intriguing how the King manages to rule and recognize the desires of his people, tis unfamiliar to me. Forgive my tenseness, where I come from, torture and humiliation was commonplace, we only saw those with noble blood when a punishment needed fulfillment. Seracia is quite the utopia in comparison." She would complement the land and attempt to explain her distant behavior. She didn't particularly want to speak a second time of her past but if he desired to know it was his right to take such information from her, one day she would serve him and he had every right that his father now possessed.



Speech!