down, down the yellow-brick road | joining

[rhosmari]

These last few days to her Tanglewood had become a snake's nest and those within and living in this swamp the snakes. She had become withdrawn again and she didn't want to hear the false sympathetic words from the selfish and greedy. What would it do for her? They had caused this trauma and she had no reason to believe they meant any good with what they said. False pretty words while they laughed behind her back. The pale lioness was haunting in appearance this day, hellish flames almost cracking and roaring against her neck. Her eyes were narrowed, blue ice cold orbs watching the cougar as she came up. The tribal woman would lift her head, twitching her bone pierced ear as the beads that still clung to her wild flaming hair clattered together. A stranger, misinformed about this place just as she had been. Welcoming they clearly were not.

"Atticus." She greeted the wolf cooly though never looked at him as she gave a soft sigh. Her jaws parted and she crunched up peach toned muzzle. But the woman forced herself to relax just a little. After all they had a name. They had information. And this cougar was not the ordinary type. But then again who was? At one point she had thought herself to be ordinary, normal. But coming here and to these lands it had changed her and maybe for the worse. "She doesn't see a reason why she can not make a home here. Welcome Farah. This one calls herself Elsweyr and she is the second in command here. She will help if Farah needs any assistance. Does she wish to be escorted to camp?"