My Quest For Power? [Invite/Toriel]

Drip.... drip. A gentle downpour had slowly started to take shape, the graceful grey clouds drifting over the skyline, and nourishing the city with a soft dose of rainwater. And though it may seem peaceful to some, it just seemed like a very gloomy day to others. But mother nature was kind, and allowed little bits of sunlight here and there to find its way through the holes and cracks of the clouds, shining faintly, yet brilliantly, down onto a few rogue gardens here and there, showing that she yet cared for her creations.

But even if the weather wasn't extreme, it was still very wet. People walking home from work, or perhaps whom had simply been taking a stroll, were now caught in the downpour, and quickly rushed home. But there was one who had no home to return to. Or at least, it wasn't close.

She had found refuge underneath a large, outstretching old oak tree, which protected her quite nicely, though she was still soaking wet. Wet and fur did not mix. She felt like she was carrying a dozen old wet towels on her back. It was awful. The fur clung to her skin, and didn't help her to keep warm at all. The she wolf shivered. But her fur wasn't the only thing that was being dragged down right now.

Her spirit, as well. The she-wolf, Zinnia, had been chasing after a book known as the Amalgam for ages now, in hopes that she would be able to gain ultimate and unlimited knowledge. But so far, her efforts had been.... less than gratifying. And her ever so friendly companion was not helping. Though he was becoming increasingly more irritable, and irritated, though she couldn't tell why.

A shadow moved out from behind the tree. The smirking red and yellow wolf demon stared back at her, his eyes glowing with fire, his body soaking as well, yet oddly gleaming a bright golden color. He walked up to her, his saunter confident as usual. She growled as he approached her, though.

"Stay away, demon. I do not desire your company at the time." she told him angrily. Her tail flicked angrily, and her eyes lowered. She rested her head on her paws, eyes still following his movements, and turned away before he could say anything. She had barely seen his reaction, and didn't much care, but she could have sworn he was surprised at her tone. But if he was, this died quickly.

The sound of wet grass being stepped on told her he hadn't heeded her words. "Oh, ho! Feisty little devil, arntcha? Can't get rid of me, sweet cheeks. I stay~ That's what our deal states, isn't it? Hah!" Tyron laughed, clearly ignoring her agitation. She decided to simply ignore him. Why did she even summon a monster like this? They were nothing but frustration.

But she wasn't going to let him mess with her. She stood up briskly, causing him to jump, and placed a paw forward, thrusting her face in his, snarling. "Try that again, beast, I dare you." she then backed up, leaving Tyron to give her a not so friendly expression. "Do whatever the hell you want. I'm going for a walk. I don't care if you join me or not." she added, turning away from him quickly, angrily, without another word.

Luckily, he didn't appear to follow her. And she decided to take this to her advantage. She didn't know what he was planning, but she was sure he'd ruin her alone time soon, so she had to enjoy it. Of course, she stayed near the woods, since people were kind of weary of a giant, intelligent, talking earth wolf.

(Bump for Toriel. Zinnia is walking through the forest, alone, btw)

How long had it been since she had began her journey? Months? Years? Time seemed to drag on so slowly recently, the days nearly coming to a grinding halt in her fabled picture of reality. It had seemed like she had been so far, seen so many things she could have never imagined in her tiny confides of the Underground. The faces she met and the things she had done, all molding her into the piece of work she was today. Looking back on it, the simplicity of life and the innocence she once had. Was any of it still left? Toriel looked down at her satin white hands, flexing them, though to her she could see the darkness they held. Flashbacks of bloodstained hands and fingers raced through her mind. "You...win..." Toriel took a deep breath, breaking her gaze from her hands. What had she become...

Each passing day Toriel told herself that she was fighting for all the right causes. Knew what it was she was after and wanted, though it seemed to become more and more distant as time went on. She was doubting herself. Her abilities and confidence. She needed to think, to relax and clear her mind from the rest of the world.

Toriel trudged through the forests lining Mystia, her head hung low as she walked blindly though, shuffling over to avoid any rocks or trees that would enter her peripheral vision. It was a dark and gloomy sky above, and and a simple purple umbrella was all that was protecting her from the downpour above. Her destination was unknown for now as she idly roamed the area.

Rain would continue to pelt from the heavens above, showing no signs of stopping. The dark, ominous clouds, made Zinnia upset. She did not like this darkness. This worry. It did not suit her. And with a more intelligent mind, comes fear and worry. If she could not find the item she was looking for..... if it was nothing more than a myth? Then what would happen to her?

She knew what. If the item turned out to be a myth, and she died before finding it, or died at all, then Tyron could have her soul. That was the deal she had made with him, wasn't it? Either way, he would get away with his plan, and rather, Zinnia would not be able to enact the plan she had been thinking of to stump him.

With careful footprints, fur clinging to her body, she would stop near a tree, sitting down underneath its shade. The touch of these wet objects would send shivers down her spine. She would probably need to head back to Snake soon. However, from what she had heard, Snake had lost its leader, as was slowly descending into chaos. The wolf did not exactly want to return to that.

Zinnia would look down at her paws. The iron claws had grown heavy, and burdensome, so she had placed them somewhere until she could access them once again. Now, she could look down at her natural paws. Lifting one up, she would move it, clutching it. It felt so much lighter now.

Setting her paw back down, Zinnia shook her head. Raindrops would fall from her fur, only to be replaced by more. This was in no sense fun, and the rain chilled her bones, but she needed some alone time. And nature would be the best place for this, rather than cooped up inside.

A bump for you, m'lady Toriel~

The wolf sat there, her eyes closed. The rain continued to give way under the pressure and lack of holding from the clouds. But, through the rain, a voice would ring out, and the wolf immediately perked her right ear, which was where the sound was coming from. She lifted her head up, perking her other ear as well. While the voice sounded friendly enough, she had no idea who it was from, and her claws would dig into the dirt cautiously.

Looking up, she would spot a strange sight. It appeared to be a goat, but an anthropomorphic one. She was wearing a dress, and thus Zinnia assumed it was a female. The creatures seemed hesitant when she spoke, as if uncertain. Of course, Zinnia didn't know who they were, either, so she decided to speak in a cautious voice. She didn't see them as a threat, yet.

"Who are you?" Zinnia would ask, raising her head, and standing up, rising up to her full four foot height.

you'll catch your death of cold out here."

This is fucking beautiful.

Cautious, the she-wolf watched the goat, her body still a little tense. However, she seemed to be not at all a threat, of course, she couldn't underestimate her. She also smelled strongly of.... something. She couldn't quite place it, but her sensitive wolf nose twitched and scrunched up at the scent. It was such a weird one, too. But the way the goat spoke..... it seemed that they were not threatening. So, carefully, Zinnia would loosen her body posture, her tail relaxing, and her ears becoming more curious than alert.

"Yes, I suppose..." Zinnia would begin, looking over at Toriel with a tilt of her head. "And my name is Zinnia," she would add, with a flick of her tail.

This was a curious proposal. Zinnia had never been asked about this before. Though, this was normal, considering the fact that she was a giant, four foot tall talking wolf. Of course, Zinnia wasn't sure how good of an idea it would be if Zinnia were to come in to an inn. It might cause a lot of panic.

"As much as I would appreciate it, I'm not sure if that would be a good idea. Seeing as I'm a giant wolf and all..." the she wolf would comment, though she didn't refuse the jerky, and scooped it up tastefully.

At the kind goat human's words, Zinnia raised a brow. Or rather, just gave a curious, dog like expression that one couldn't really read if they weren't also a canine. Her ears were sort of half perked, and she walked in a more relaxed way, her shoulders down and hackles not raised in a threatening matter, but her leg muscles still a bit tense. Not necessarily from distrust, but more or less from anticipation.

This... Toriel's offer, was quite intriguing. The rain was quite cold, and she shivered a bit. She hadn't realized how cold she was, her fur having began to stick to her body. She disliked the tension. And besides, time with another whom was not a demon would be a good release for her, she tried to think positively.

She glanced up at Toriel, rain drops cascading down her muzzle. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I'll just remain cautious, if that's all fine with you." she said, turning and reaching for the metallic claws rested by the tree. She couldn't leave these behind, and most certainly couldn't carry them in her mouth, so she guessed she had no choice but to put the uncomfortable weights back on.

Once she had finished strapping them down, she shook out her fur, glancing to the goat wearily. "So... where is this place?" she asked.