Consuming Power
05-04-2013, 02:11 AM
Her eyes would turn to hollow orbs of petrified gold. Neither aggression nor piece taking root in her piercing gaze. Her odd coloring seemed to add to the sinister look she wore so well... but such things were not befitting of her gaze or her posture. Her muscles were relaxed, shoulder blades pressed up against her flesh and head lowered, eyes locked upon the hiding creature. her tail hung between her legs, motionless, unmoving, if anything she could be deemed as cautious, but afraid or aggressive could not paint upon her. She would not move, the earth seemingly willing to suck her paws into its moisture. Elphaba would remain impassive, unreadable, such was her nature. The startled jump the woman would give did not so much as phase her physically, her eyes did not so much as flicker, her mind wracked with possibilities. Perhaps this was no wolf? But a sheep dressed all in fur? She held no sympathy for the damned. She held no sympathy for this prattling creature. Elphaba believed in an internalized strength. You possessed it, or you didn't. It was one or the other. One had the will to survive or they didn't, Elphaba, was a survivor, a pillar of strength, she had been crafted not to fall and not to break and God damn it she had left her chains behind. had embraced the loneliness of her nature and she lived without regret, never would she return to that world of colorless white and setting Glinda aside, she would never regret it, nor would she ever bend to their beliefs. She was a hideous, ugly thing, but she belonged to herself, she was no one pet slave. Her outside appearence displayed nothing of her inner turmoil. She remained a seemingly motionless statue, save for the rise and fall of her chest. The timid thing would emerge, seemingly finding a backbone as she slithered out into the storm, Elphaba would life her head, aligning it with her torso as she watched. Silent and keen, as always. her words had obviously touched a nerve with the damsel, the ever so slightly hostile response surprised her. Her tail flickered. The only sign that she had even heard the woman. "The trees would take the shock long before the bolts would breech your body." Elphaba's tones were hollow, devoid of emotion but rung loud and clear, snapping through the rain like the crack of a whip. "Speech" |
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