Public carnival showers

[Mavis Renkoptf]

The public showers are accessible by anyone within the carnival who works there or if while they have a personal shower would just prefer to use this area. The shower stalls are long enough that seven individual people could shower at the same time as the showering are blocked waist down from view thanks to a divider to keep the showering water from allowing the water onto the other parts of the floor.

On the left side of the public showers were sinks and mirror lining the walls, various grooming items lining the sink of the few who chose to leave their items here instead of returning it to their rooms.

On the opposite site are stalls that hold toilets and doors at the front of the stall that could be used to close the doors and block the user of the stall from sight.  

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Korim stood in front of the showers and then stared at the two in front of him. He had chosen to stand outside and was waiting for the two females to go inside and to shower. His boredom had only grew on the trip down to the showers so the look on his face could honestly be anything right now. Not even bothering with keeping it blank or putting up false amusement. His mind was starting to wander onto topics it normally did not wander into and he did not like it.

Needless to say he motioned to the showers which he had previously checked and no one was inside. "Go on in. I will be out here amusing myself." He leans against a covered support beam and began to pick the dirt from under his nails, not even looking at the two now as they walked in or in Valeraven's case thrown inside. He was not joking when he said he would throw her into a tub of water if she did not bathe. Letting them take showers was more of a curtsy as the two he knew was kept clean back at the castle the slaves had previously been in. He himself liked to keep himself clean, he often did not go without a shower unless he was forced to go without one.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Continuing to hold herself with her red arms wrapping around her torso, trying to keep herself warm as she cannot seem to focus on her fire magic at this very moment, Nanaja looks at Valeraven, as she seems not too happy about the whole bathing idea. She can understand that cats do not like water, but that's kind of like a stereotypical fact. Everybody has to bathe, whether you be part cat, human, dragon, deer, doesn't matter. No matter what you may be, you have to bathe regardless. Unless you wish to walk around with your fur smelling like complete crap, as if you have done nothing but roll around in garbage for the rest of your life. Hearing that the tigress does not wish to be called by her full name, the hatred fairly visible upon her facial expression, the dragoness sighs and shakes her head. She doesn't understand as to why the tigress if getting upset with her being polite towards her. It just doesn't make sense. Then again, a lot of stuff isn't making sense right now, so why not add more fuel to the fire? Perhaps the tigress is just naturally angry. If that's the case, then the tigress probably doesn't care that her own body is in danger of getting sexually abused by Korim. The tigress should be fairly worried about what has happened to the dragoness, as it will undoubtedly happen to her if she messes up before the b*****d. One ******** up, and it's all over. That's the way she sees it...

Listening to Korim basically threaten Raven to dump her into a tub of water and make her bathe herself, the thought of it being rather humorous, as she can already see the facial expression upon the tigress such events occurring. Granted, Nanaja will find it really funny, but of course, Raven will be extremely pissed. The tigress really shouldn't be all that upset about taking a shower, but she cannot blame the tigress if it's because they have to shower in a public area, where other men will most likely stare at them with lustful eyes. Like stated earlier, these clowns probably have never seen a woman in their lives. In fact, it wouldn't surprise the dragoness if most of these clowns were homosexuals. It would be amusing, but a little... strange, at the same time. Hearing Korim explain that the shower stalls shall cover up the lower part of their bodies, and not the upper parts, that doesn't make her feel any better about this. But granted, she can at least get clean... and wash away everything that has happened to her. It was definitely a traumatic experience, that Raven shall never understand until she experiences it first hand. So if she gets pissed off with the dragoness for no particular reason, no doubt that Korim will do something about her anger issues. Sighing and shaking her head, keeping her arms wrapped around her stomach, holding herself and trying to keep warm, she silently follows the bastardizes demon towards the public showers. Hopefully she'll be able to get some privacy...

Following Korim towards the area that have the showers within them, and most likely toilets and sinks and everything else of the such, Nanaja stands before the public showers, whimpering lightly as she does not wish to go in there when there are other men present. Looking at Korim as he instructs the two to head inside while he stands out here, the dragoness sighs and walks into the room, taking notice of the many shower stalls in the room, and also taking notice of the tigress literally getting thrown in. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she disrobes herself of her undergarments, placing them neatly onto a small bench against the wall and strides over to an empty shower stall. She is quite thankful that nobody is here but her and Valeraven Walking into the very first vacant stall, she turns the nods of the shower, immediately getting the water to a desirable temperature. Having the warm, soothing waters hit her bare skin and scales, she goes about sitting down in the stall, curling up into a ball as she leans against the wall, wrapping her arms around her legs, allowing the water to hit her body. She relaxes some as she tries to forget what has happened to her, finding it rather difficult...

 

[Riskia Vetis]

~Valeraven~

~Cat Burglar/Escape Artist/Slave~

Annoyance visible in her features, Raven bared her teeth to Korim given the choice to bathe willingly or by force. Did he really think she was serious about the cat statement, she was being sarcastic! Of course she bathed normally; her white stripped fur was hard to keep clean in the dirt and grime she often found herself in with her line of work. Still she would rather not be forced to bath in this circus setting, even with him explaining that her lower half would be blocked from view. It was too easy to simply get a bird’s eye view from above, plus if she had to bath it would mean removing her armor which she would rather keep on. She had too many of her tools hidden under her folds of fabric and leather, removing it would all but reveal them all. No thief was as good as his tools and without them she would have no way to escape would she find her wrists bound again. She would rather fight with that fact in mind than surrender to this demon. The images of tentacles probing her body stopped her from making a reluctant outburst, forcing her gaze downward not wanting to face the horror that Nanaja had to endure. Still she was proving to be stubborn about the decision, having Korim basically grab her by the scruff and throw her into the public showers. Sliding on the slightly wet floor, Raven growled at him before looking around. It appeared to be empty for the most part, a line of stalls for showers with barriers from the waist down just like Korim described. Still it wasn’t a comfortable setting that she would like to be in, letting out a loud sigh while getting up off the ground. Ignoring Nanaja as best she could, Raven moved to the farthest stall from her and began the delicate process of removing her armor and her tools without causing too much attention. It wasn’t a difficult task with only the two of them inside, but she wanted to be careful to conceal them not knowing if Korim would be able to keep himself busy enough to stay out. Not likely getting the feeling that he was intending to invite himself in once they were both nude, a sick minded b*****d was easy enough to predict when they had their mind set on something. Maybe if she moved fast enough she could finish before he decided to pop in, issuing a low growl to herself will setting her armor in an organized fashion not so neatly on the ground next to her caring little if it got wet.

Walking into the stall and turning on the water, Raven purposely kept the water colder than room temperature. Her fur immediately becoming soaked as she stood under the shower head not moving for a good minute. It felt good to have the cold water wash over her body, the sensation that was shocking yet refreshing at the same time. She preferred it over hot water for two reasons, her fur naturally kept her warm despite the ice cold water and it made her feel more awake and aware of her surroundings. Smiling to herself, Raven combed her fingers through her short her just a couple times before looking at the variety of bottle set before her. Being extremely picky about what she smelled like, she immediately skipped to a different bottle if it smelt anything remotely close to flowers. She didn’t like the strong odor perfume concoctions that made her wince at her own smell; she would prefer a more subtle fragrance. Settling for one that smelled almost like mountain springs; Raven poured a small about in her hand and began massaging her scalp. The shampoo creating a very thick soap lather which she proceeded to spread downward. Finishing last with her tail, she rinsed off and looked at herself to see if she missed any spots. Finding none, she turned off the water and shook off what water she could. In a cat like style, she crouched and shook her whole body starting with her head to have water spray every which way. It was silly looking yes, but fairly effective for her to dry off more quickly as it would have taken her two towels to just get the water soaked out of her fur. Flinging her dyed light brown hair away from her face, Raven picked up a towel and quickly wrapped it around her slender form making her way toward the sinks and mirror.

Upon glancing at herself, the slight purple pigment of her skin upon her shoulder made cringe just by seeing it. It didn’t hurt much anymore, most of the pain had numbed away due to her pain tolerance. Tomorrow morning was going to be a different story, the night would make her body stiff thus making her pain become close to unbearable. For now she wasn’t going to worry about it looking at her hair which was suppose to be naturally white, she had dyed it wanting to stick out more. It had been only a couple of weeks from her last application, yet already she could see white strands starting to root up. “How bothersome,” she told herself in the mirror returning briefly to her armor to find something. Using one of the brushes left by the sinks, Raven separated her hair accordingly and crushed the small liquid bead which she collected from her belongings. Smearing the dark scentless substance down her hair line, she added a small amount of water and spread the dye to cover all the roots. Appearance was one thing Raven seemed to be obsessed with; she had high standards of how she wanted other to see her. But why shouldn’t she, she was still young and very attractive yet silent and deadly. A perfect combination by her book, letting the dye dry for a few minutes before dipping her head under the sink faucet and washing the rudiments away. With that done and out of the way, Raven shot a well practiced polite smile to herself before shaking her head and turning away back to her belongings. Still slightly wet, she clothed herself wanting to let her fur air dry as she set about putting her tools back where they belong. Concealed by all eyes yet within her reach no matter what position her arms were bound in, now that she got that out of the way; she could rest up and figure out a plan to escape this hell.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

With the dragoness sitting upon the floor of the shower area, allowing the warm relaxing waters to gently beat against her skin and scales, along with her wings getting much cleaner than they were about ten minutes ago, Nanaja stays curled up in a small ball with her legs against her chest, her arms wrapped around her legs, her head resting upon her knees, and her tail gently curling around her. The dragoness lets out a heavy sigh as she keeps to herself, not wanting to say anything, or even communicate with Valeraven for that matter. The dragoness gets the feeling that the tigress doesn't want anything to do with her, and if that's the case, she doesn't blame her. She remembers hearing Korim call her a thief, and for some odd reason, that rings a bell within her mind. With the warm, relaxing water beating against her skin and scales, she begins to ponder about the name Valeraven and the term thief, trying to figure out a connection between the two. Thinking about it for a little bit, she sighs and shakes her head, the dragoness beginning to get a headache from her pondering about it. No matter, it's not really important at the moment. Sighing depressingly to herself, the dragoness stands up from her shower stall, the water gently beating against her face as she stands there for a good minute or two, enjoying the warmth of the water, before turning it off. She doesn't necessarily shower under these conditions, and could care less if she smells like crap in front of Korim. And Raven... that really all depends...

Shaking her head, Nanaja walks out from her stall and grabs a towel, immediately going about drying off her red body, stretches out her wings and flapping them a few times, practically air drying them so that she does not have to worry about drying them off with the white towel she has grabbed. Shaking her tail back and forth, she goes about air drying that as well, going about drying herself off completely from head to toe with the towel in hand. She's thankful that no other clowns were in here that could have easily taken a few glances as the dragoness and the tigress. If any of the clowns that stared at her when she was locked up in that damn contraption try to make a move on her, then she'll have no choice but to defend herself. Surely, Korim won't mind if she harms a few clowns that believe they can have their way with her, will he? Of course not, he's a damn demon that only cares about himself and nobody else. It's amazing that he cares little about her and the tigress, getting ready to have a larger tent made so that they can live with him a bit more comfortably. Keeping a saddened expression upon her face, she shakes her head, figuring it doesn't even matter anymore. Walking over towards where she left her undergarments. she puts on her bra and panties, then stands there, looking out the exit, wrapping her arms around her middle as she hates walking out n public with only wearing her undergarments. It's embarrassing, and it sucks...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Korim sighs under his breath as he waits for the two girls to finish inside of the public showers, keeping out clowns from there was a chore. Speaking of a chore a knife lashed out into the air slicing a clowns throat, blood spraying all over the roof of the showers. He hated the clowns and waited for another one to foolishly try to cop a peek, he had been asked for it in a someone nice but shaky manner and was going to let them have it this time. Another clown soon became nothing but blood spatter on the tent, spraying Korim in the process as a tentacle rips apart a clown from the inside out.

Pests the whole lot of them, even with how useful they could be they irritated him to no end. Korim continues to be splashed by the blood of the clowns as those foolish enough to get to close was maimed, before even getting to touch the tent with their fingers. He was completely covered in blood now and he would need to clean himself before he would even think about walking into his tent. Not that it mattered he was building a new one, but that was not the point. If he tracked in his grim then so would the two females in the new tent like structure.

Korim turns towards the tent and begins to talk loudly for the two of them to hear. "Are the two of you done, yet. Now I need to clean myself up." His voice was in a deadpan yet another clown going down, this time it's head bouncing off of the shower tent's top. That was actually amusing to watch, the head bouncing from the ceiling and to the ground with a fleshy thud. Like one of those skull monsters from a video game. Korim began to chuckle to the reference and waited for a reply.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

*-_Valeraven_-*

~Thief/Escape Artist/Rebellious Slave~

Finishing quite quickly, Raven went about taking a closing look at the beads which weighed down her neck considerably. They weren’t really heavy, just uncomfortable and bulky. Korim had explained that they were collars which he could activate to subdue them, but it was still unclear what they actually did. Only thing that she came to mind was a high voltage shock, something one of her first master’s had attempted to use on her to get her to obey and behave. What good that did; what she spent no more than a week at her Manor before she got in a fury fit and returned her. She could attempt to do the same with Korim, but unlike all the other masters she had that were extremely predictable and well, not that wise. Korim was the exact opposite, she couldn’t figure out his moves or motives, even now she could only hear what sounded like corpses falling to the ground and a sudden rain shower against the tent which quickly subsided almost instantly. He was killing clowns to cure his boredom!?! Well unpredictable was now and understatement, darn right mad would fit him more appropriately.

Just thinking about all the freaky wicked things he did made her cringe and want to gag slightly. Some thoughts being nearly impossible and yet she could see Korim somehow making it work. Raven shook her head turning her attention back on the beads, she had tried several times trying to lift them off herself, but it wouldn’t budge. Magic was something she was never gifted at and was extremely hard for her to try to understand. She didn’t really even try anymore to try to figure out the magic’s; she was a thief after all. She relied on raw talents and her instincts that kept her alive and kicking. Pulling out a pick like tool out of her hair, she observed the tool silently before pushing the small scalpel like blade out from the metal guard that kept it sheathed. If she couldn’t lift the damn necklace off, than she would have to try to cut the strands that kept it together. This was easier said than now, the thread magically woven making her blade non-effective.

Hearing Korim’s annoying voice break the pleasant silence, Raven rolled her eyes turning her attention away from the damn magic beads to the entrance of the tent. Of course she was finished, hell she even had time to screw around with this damn necklace to try to get it off or at least figure out what it did since he has yet to use it. “Yes, I am finished.” She replied coldly stretching her hands high hearing a couple of bones crack and fell a comfortable release as the pressure was released. This also caused her to yawn, suddenly realizing how exhausted she was that at this moment she would stay on Korim’s good side and behave. Who knows, maybe he will let them sleep peacefully without being forced to sleep with the b*****d. She sighed tiredly and bent her hands behind her head, both because of the relaxing position it put them in and the fact that she needed to put her handy dandy blade back where it belongs, hidden within the strands of her hair. The small tool when folded looked no more than a wide metal toothpick and was incredibly light and effectively easy to keep in reach if need be. Raven walked toward the entrance and leaned against it, having no real desire to be molested by clowns at this very moment or watch Korim clean his bloody self up. Her eyes lingering to the sunny sky as stared off into space in a sense zoning out.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Staring out at the entrance of the public showers, lost in thought for the moment, Nanaja immediately snaps out of it, humming in thought as she looks out the entrance, only to catch a strong scent of blood enter the area. Taking a big whiff of it, she immediately fills sick to her stomach, continuing to hold her middle with both of her arms wrapped around it, groaning lowly. Whatever Korim is doing out there, it cannot be good, especially after him saying that he needs to clean himself up as well. What did he do, go on a clown genocide? The blood smells fresh, and sadly, sickening as well. She could have sworn she heard some strange noises outside, like the sound of people getting dismembered, disemboweled, and beheaded. Of course, the dragoness could be wrong, but he senses never fail her. But, as to how many clowns that demon killed while they were bathing, she is unsure of. Of course, does it really even matter up to this point? Sighing and shaking her head, she watches and listens to Valeraven, seeing that she is obviously finished and heads out. Following silently behind the tigress, she walks passed her to glance at Korim, to see that he is completely covered in blood, along with blood staining the entire area, amongst other organs and body parts. She groans lowly as she goes back inside of the entrance to the public showers, standing on the other side of Valeraven, leaving against the wall. She doesn't wish to go out there, nor does she wish to go any further into the showers. Staying right here will suffice...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Korim strode past the two females and didn't bother to strip as he just stood under the shower and turned it on. he also could care less of the mess surrounding the showering tent, they wanted privacy didn't they and he gave them their privacy. once most of the blood was gone from his leather pants he began to strip out of them and of his boots, standing completely naked behind the barrier with his back to the two. Blood on his bad was turning pink under the water, even the shampoo he was using on his hair was turning pink. Some people never did realize just how irritable it was to get off blood from your hair. If you missed any you could be scratching for who knows how long and it would be itchy as it pulled on your hair.

it was then that a clown finally entered the showers and didn't look at the girls as it climbed into one of the stalls to get clean as it had been hit by the spatters of blood. It did not make eye contact with anyone in the room as it did not wish to be under Korim's wrath inside of the showers. Korim didn't even bother to pay attention to the female clown who had come in, females always had a lighter scent than the males. he moved from his hair to his skin next getting the blood off of places you would not think one could have gotten blood to go down onto.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

*-_Valeraven_-*

~Thief/Escape Artist/Rebellious Slave~

Keeping her eyes fixed on mindlessly at a spot on the ground, Raven gave no noticed to Korim striding past them and cleaning himself. She was thinking, mostly of possible ways she was to escape this place, but her thoughts kept lingering elsewhere. Closing her eyes, the soft fabric she was leaning against changed into brick as she imagined being against a dark alley wall. Back on the streets where she could practically walk freely wherever she wanted, she could even invite herself into one’s house and take their belongings right under their noses. The city guards could never catch her let alone see her long enough to chase, often letting them run blindly down the wrong alley while she sat perked above. It was a game to her, a simple game of cat and mouse. She was always one step ahead, always had one more trick up her sleeve to escape. It was so easy back then, but it was different now. No matter how many times she escaped, how many times so was close to freedom. She would suddenly flash back to that damn cell within the castle and even there she had little trouble escaping. It was the damn magical barrier that kept her within its boundaries. It was like a curse, was she never going to return to the playground that was hers. Raven sighed loudly returning to her senses and quickly looking around, Nanaja was leaning against the other side of the door way wearing nothing but her undergarments. For once glad that she was born with fur, she didn’t need to wear much at all to keep warm. Compared to the dragoness who was folding her hands around her abdomen as if seeking warmth, she had her hands behind her head in a relaxed manner. She never got cold, even when she was wet like she is now; she never got to the point where she would shiver. Yes her coat was a pain to keep clean and white, but on dark lonely nights with only the cold breeze as an inviting companion, it kept her live.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Feeling a bit ill to her stomach, the scent of the blood outside of the showers beginning to get to her, Nanaja lets out a shaky sigh, shaking her head as she tries to ignore the smell of death that is steadily creeping into the public showers from the outside. If only she didn't stand so close to the entrance, she probably wouldn't be smelling such a rancid stench. But the dragoness doesn't wish to actually watch Korim bathe either, so this is kind of like a lose-lose situation at the moment. Deal with the stench of death that's slowly creeping into the showers, or watch Korim bathe. Easy choice, deal with the stench, and pray that the b*****d hurries it up. Keeping her arms wrapped around her middle, she keeps her gaze down to the ground as her ears perk up at the sound of footsteps. Slightly looking up to see who was walking into the showers, to her surprise, it was an actual female clown. And here the dragoness thought the entire area was filled with males and only males. And there's a female clown, bathing in the public showers. Her ears drooping back down off to the sides of her head, she partially watches the female clown shower, taken notice that she has a decent body for a clown. Silently sighing and shaking her head slightly she looks at Valeraven for a moment, then directs her gaze back down to the ground, staying silent as the tigress probably wants nothing to do with her. Hell, she herself isn't really in a talkative mood. Especially what has happened so far, and given her current situation... she just wants to go back home and see her family again. She misses her parents, and she misses her pain in the a** siblings...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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Korim visibly snorts in irritation at his two slaves hearing them shuffling about even under the showers spray. Ungrateful that was what he was thinking, he just kept those damn clowns out to give the two privacy and what does he get nothing. Nothing except getting covered in clown blood, there had better be no clown peaking on him either or her will gouge their eyes out and let them suffer. A number of other idea creeped into his brain and Korim smiles happily as dark waves of his aura just bounce off of him and into the showers. Beginning to whistle happily he wraps a towel around his waist, his pants tossed over one shoulder as he puts on his boots and leads the two away from the outside blood spattered bath house. "Ah you would not believe how many clowns wanted to take a peep at you, even the females." Korim sounded distinctly annoyed at the clowns and this did give a slight explanation to the blood shed. "They never learn either, they are such a pain."

Korim just leads them across the circus for now not really paying attention to where he was going from the public showers. One seemed to be day dreaming and the other just looked nauseous and he sighs again. The thief should get her head out of the clouds if she did not wish to find herself in an unfortunate coincidence. Like perhaps her tail stuck in a mouse trap, to him that sounded rather amusing perhaps he would start leaving the two little surprises from now on. Yes that promised to be amusing, he chuckles mentally to himself but on the outside he looks as if his sanity is just about to snap with distrusting thoughts as his dark aura just increased in volume.

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I promise not to harm you...much.

 

[Riskia Vetis]

*-_Valeraven_-*

~Thief/Escape Artist/Rebellious Slave~

Lost within her memories of her past, Raven didn’t immediately notice the change around Korim nor did she take particular attention to him. She was enjoying the silence and took the time to let her past rewind within her mind, the excitement and adrenaline, the close calls and the dead ends. It was the thrill of the chase that kept her going back, caught me if you can…I’m the ginger bread man. She giggled to herself thinking of the child nursery rhyme that she heard so much from the kids in the school courtyard. Of course she would replace it with an insult of sorts to get them furious to try harder, in the end only if she was careless or clumsy did they ever catch her. She would spend a night or two in their jail cells just to rest and/or get the fun out of it before escaping to have it start all over again, stupid humans would never learn that she cannot be contained by a simple steel cage. If they used magic, she would lose them quickly. If she knowingly knew they used magic, she quickly disappeared not wanted to be entangled to deeply within the spider’s web. The same could not however be said now, slave to a selfish clown for god sakes. If this magical necklace wasn’t around her neck, she would say her farewells and leave at this exact moment. She could try she knew, but first she wanted to know what exactly these necklaces did. Raven shook her head in disgust remembering the tentacles probing Nanaja’s body and violating her. She didn’t want the same fate to befall her so for now she stayed where she was.

Thinking of what else Korim could do to them, thoughts of knives, pain and torture came to mind. Hell she had even thought of him violating them himself which made her question is physic. He was showering just inside, so she could take a look to see if he was at least normal in that department. The idea immediately pushed aside as she cared less what his deformed mutilated body looked like while he was in the nude, in fact she wished she would never have to see it. He could go rot in hell if he ever thought of the idea, which he probably was for all she knew. Upon hearing him whistling Raven snapped out of her thoughts, never would she imagine someone as sick minded as himself to be whistling, it was unheard of. She shivered noticeably feeling a creeping feeling flowing off him as he past them. What the hell is going on? One moment he is depressed and now he is whistling happily to himself, I got a bad feeling about this. She thought looking as Nanaja doubtfully before tailing behind with a frown on her face, her hands still folded behind her head. “I don’t care if female clowns wanted to see me,” ‘you stupid pervert.’ She wanted to add but felt it wise to watch what she said and kept the last part to herself. Keeping her eyes on his back, Raven can’t help but feel nervous as he was obvious thinking of some childish trick or game to play and hurt them, which is only confirmed when he aura grows thicker with darkness. What is he planning now, to cut one of them up to so see if they will scream or beg for mercy? Haven’t they gone through enough for one day, Nanaja got raped by tentacles while he tackled her off the tent and cause some minor injuries that will probably hurt a lot more tomorrow.

That was when she notices that they didn’t seem to be back to his tent as he seems to be mindlessly leading them nowhere. He lost it, she thought looking around to get a bearings of where they were going. “Where are we going exactly?” She had to ask feeling more than lost and not liking his change in attitude one bit. If he was on his lighter side, she would have asked ‘are we there yet?’ Just to annoy him, but it seemed that Korim was getting close to losing his senses. What has going into him all the sudden, did he realize no one loves him or is he moping because he wasted his money on two strong willed slaves. Someone really needed to kick some sense into him and if he touched her she would do just that.

 

[Avilion Einhorn]

Nanaja Kagero

♦The Inferno Warrior♦

Keeping her gaze lowered to the ground, the dragoness feels a sudden spark within her become active. Almost like a flame deep within the dragoness ignites, thus something being active at this very moment. Nanaja gasps silently as she looks around for a moment, believing she now knows what has happened. Ever since her unfortunate event with Korim during the entire night practically, she has been unable to use any form of fire magic. She has not been able to use any of it at all, almost like it has been turned off for the entire time, which is why she has been fairly cold ever since then. Humming in thought to herself for a moment, she closes her eyes for the moment, focusing on that small flame deep within her, it actually growing in size as the dragoness begins to feel some warmth flow throughout her body. She instinctively unwraps her arms from around her middle and rests them at her sides as she leans against the wall, letting out a silent sigh as she no longer feels cold. She is feeling quite comfortable at the moment, her tail gently wrapping around her waist, looking around the area for the moment with an emotionless expression...

Noting that Korim is finally done with his damn shower, Nanaja looks over into his general direction, realizing that he's whistling. The demon is whistling? This seems fairly strange for Korim, and she cannot even begin to describe why that is. It just seems strange, that's all she can really say for this matter. Listening to the demon as he explains that there were many clowns that wanted to peek into the showers, just to get a glimpse at the two women. The dragoness is fully aware that many clowns have already taken a gander at her nude form, so there really isn't too much surprise there. If they wanted to see the tigress naked, that's understandable. Sighing and shaking her head, she begins to follow the two out of the shower area, feeling a bit flattered that even the female clowns also wanted a glimpse at her naked form. But like stated earlier, she believes most of them have already seen her naked. It would make no difference from then to now. Although, they may find it to be more erotic watching her bathe, but that's about it. Following the clown alongside Valeraven, the dragoness looks around questionably, wondering where they are going. She has taken notice that they are not necessarily heading back towards their tent, where they can finally get some rest. It seems Valeraven is wondering the same thing as well. Great minds think alike, don't they? Humming in thought, the dragoness cannot really do much about this situation, now can she? She can only follow for the time being, and hope for the best...

 

[Mavis Renkoptf]

ஆ Korim ஆ

Knife thrower;Substitute Ring Master

Come here my pet...

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"If I remember correctly a certain someone asked for privacy and I gave the two of you privacy. Ungrateful." Korim snorts at Valraven, the dragoness wanted her damn privacy. His mind just seemed to be off in a far distant land no where near the circus as he looks around in his towel as if having no idea just what it was he was about to do. These two asked a lot of questions and did not believe him with anything he said, and loved to rebel. His eyes narrow in on her, no longer whistling and no longer in a somewhat good mood from his shower. "We are going to go right up into your a**." His voice was completely serious is this tigress was going to continue on testing his self control.

He really had no idea why he was heading the way he was and made a u-turn heading back for the direction his tent is located. If he had not been assaulted with questions by Valraven he likely would have just wandered about aimlessly for a while as he dried. "Go back to the tent."

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I promise not to harm you...much.

((sorry it is so short this time))