Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked or any of the characters mentioned in this story.
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Kirra White Tigress
You lay beside me in a field of dreams, eyes closed, chest rising and falling in a slow and even pattern. A smile of perfect contentment graces your verdant lips, a first in so long-a first in your life. In the light of the sunset, your skin appears red, then orange, then purple, a marvel that has not been marveled due to your differences. As the sun vanishes beyond the horizon, you transform from an emerald creature to a dark angel, your power insurmountable. You're so beautiful….
How strange it is that I'm the only one who believes this.