Consuming Power
06-03-2013, 11:27 PM
She watched the nervous lass slowly lose her tension, sinking down to her haunches once she realized Elphaba had no intention of harm. It was a heady thing to be witness too. Elphaba had her own reasons to be skittish and scarred but she fought against them, she fought against the very fabric of life, damned from the start her pack of liars and thieves who had deemed her a solitary outcast from the moment she escaped her mother's womb, her entire life she had fought tooth and nail for life. Rape and torture were not foreign to her, but she had abandoned that life, it no longer held her bound in chains. The thunder rumbled high above the earth, almost a warning, daring anyone brave enough to face mother nature's wrath, Elphaba was determined, not suicidal, she did not move, eyes trained upon Eris, watching, waiting, anticipating, curious. Her tail flickered violently behind her, sending water careening through the air. Her thick pelt absorbed the moisture like a sponge and the oddly shaded dame wanted to damn the liquid element to the bowels of hell. She hated the rain. "Beauty has never been a term associated with me or my name. Ballads are written for those of pelts to reflect the blinding brilliance of snow, not those that reflected the smoldering embers of ash." Her words were biting, mildly bitter, not at her, but at something unseen and unspoken. "The winds called to me and I answered, the trees and their inhabitants speak if only one chooses to listen." This was spoken much softer, almost a riddle in the way it was delivered. "Speech" |
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