The wind was beginning to pick up tremendously and Rasteva cursed themselves internally. Each gust of air only dissipated their smoke form further and they were getting dangerously close to falling apart altogether. The Daemon tried to collect their form as much as they could only to have someone walk straight through their body, causing to to unwind once more.The Daemon let out a sound of irritation as the Human rushed past [color=9e0b0f]"How rude! If I had a good and proper body, you'd be regretting that!"[/color]Rasteva silenced themselves, realizing that the human had long since left and wouldn't have heard the Daemon anyway. And what could have Rasteva done if they had? Given them a severe coughing fit? The Daemon's ego shrunk a few sizes, the realization of how powerless they were fully hitting them. When they had a body the were strong, but now they were nothing.

Less than nothing.

But that could all change.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts Rasteva resumed their previous course of action. [color=9e0b0f]"A body. I need a body. Any body will do. And once I am strong enough I can begin regaining my former glory. But until I have a physical form-"[/color] The Daemon cut themselves short, taking notice of a young woman nearby. She was walking at a brisk pace, no more eager to be out in the cold as anyone else.

Perfect.

Or rather what was in her hands was perfect. Well, as close to perfect one could get in a situation like this. The rapidly shrinking cloud of smoke darted forward as quick as a Viper hunting prey. Winding swiftly up and around the woman's body, the smoke coiled around the object in her hand and was quickly absorbed into it. And it was thus, that Rasteva made themselves at home. Granted a stuffed animal was nowhere near the Daemon's first choice for a physical body, but beggars could not be choosers. It would do for now, and it was Rasteva's hope that they would soon find something better.

Of course there was the small matter of escaping the woman that clutched the Daemon in her hands. As far as Rasteva could tell she hadn't noticed them possessing the object in her hands, too distracted by getting inside to relative warmth and safety. The Daemon remained still and quiet, not wanting to alert the woman to their presence. From their position in her arms Rasteva could not see much but committed as much as they could to memory for when they made their inevitable escape. Her home was small and modest, but overall seemed comfortable. The care that the woman took with handling the plush toy they now possessed did not pass the Daemon's notice and as she gently set them down before moving off to take care of other matters they felt a small twinge of guilt. It was not uncommon for Humans to grow very attached to objects like the one they inhabited, and it made what Rasteva planned to do a little rude.

But it was neccessary.

Once they were sure the woman had left, Rasteva hopped to their feet. Staring down at their tiny plush paws, the Daemon let out an irritated sound. This was NOTHING like their own body. It was small and weak and the coloration on the tie around their neck was nothing short of awful. Shaking their head the Daemon surveyed their surroundings with interest. Moving about the place shouldn't be overly difficult, but the woman's home was small enough that she'd soon notice if a stuffed animal started to suddenly move around. Rasteva surmised that they would simply have to wait until the woman was asleep or gone before they tried to escape. It was the only way they'd be free, and-

Were those footsteps?

Throwing themselves back onto the spot that the girl left them, the Daemon remained stock still. It was dark and they knew that the girl would have to sleep soon. All they needed to do was be patient and wait for an opening. But for now they were resigned to being held on the  couch by a Human girl.

A Human Girl that was potentially sick.

Wonderful.