Light Em Up!

Elphaba had come to the conclusion that luck hated her. That good fortune would never befall her and perhaps her pack had been correct. That perhaps she was a tarnished piece and hell itself had sent this... thing to kill her. What in Gods name had she signed up for becoming a part of Seracia? Who the hell lived among demons? The thing screamed its frustration and Elphaba had the audacity to sneer, lips coiling over her teeth menacingly as the herd scattered to the winds, frightened by the Alpha's rage. Elphaba, for the first time in her life, wished that she was white, solely for the ability to blend with whatever the things flock was. She snarled to herself, no she didn't wish she was white. Never. She would rather be gutted by that thing than possess even a single fleck of that damnable color. Her feet hit the ground with a furious pace, leaping over obstacles, nimbly avoiding left over debris... the thing charged right through it. Luckily for her, she had training in endurance and at least the obstacles slowed the charging blob of muscle down.

Suddenly a flash of color caught her eye and despite herself, she whipped her head, golden eyes widened first in shock, than disbelief, than in horror as Gerhardt sidled up alongside her. If she hadn't put all of her energy into the useful strategy of sprinting, she would have snapped at him. She was replaceable, her life could be forfeit. He was a King, a leader, a ruler, his life was far more important than hers, as it were, she focused on keeping ahead of the two pointed horns and willing to lunge into Gerhardt and knock him out of the way if the thing actually drew close enough to catch him... she had been impaled on sharpened chunks of bone far too many times, but if it saved the king... what was once more? He shied away from her, turned and snarled and Elphie's eyes blew wide, her gait pulling to a halt... stupid error. The thing was still charging her and while she scrambled out of its charging path, one of it horns, caught her back leg, gashing her right flank and spinning her around.

No cry of pain tore from her throat, only a deep, menacing snarl as the thing rounded on them. Gerhardt's words reached her ears quickly and golden eyes narrowed really examining the things body... it was massive and muscular, but turning on a dime was something it wouldn't be able to accomplish. It seemed a solid enough idea. Completely ignoring the pain in her leg, she took off, zipping across the field, to circle on the opposing side of Gerhardt. Elphaba, was not usually a creature of noise, but in hopes that the snarls and snaps would distract him, Vicious, warning barks, tore from her larynx, as her bodice weaved back and forth, cutting in angles as her king had instructed. She came in from his left, hoping Gerhardt would come up on his right, perhaps between the two of them, they could confuse the beast long enough to forget its fascination with gutting her.



Speech!