ＭＹＳＴＥＲＩＯＵＳ ＢＥＡＵＴＹ, ＭＡＳＫＥＤ ＩＮ ＴＨＥ ＤＡＲＫＮＥＳＳ ＯＦ ＳＩＮ ＡＮＤ ＤＥＳＰＡＩＲ. ＲＩＳＥ ＦＲＯＭ ＴＨＥ ＡＳＨＥＳ ＡＮＤ ＢＥ ＢＯＲＮ ＡＧＡＩＮ ＩＮ ＰＵＲＩＦＩＥＤ ＦＬＡＭＥ❣
- ☪ ▬ ”Welcome! Welcome to the Morning Star Carnival! Our show begins at six pm! Don’t miss out on our amazing attractions! See the fearsome Fire Eater! Be amazed by our Magicians and illusionists! Only the best for the Moring Star! An Act for everyone! And as our reputation guarantees, no one will be disappointed! Don’t be late for tonight’s show! Make sure you have your tickets!”
☪ ▬It was the same sales pitch every night. The acts that were mentioned were changed and placed with others, but the same line was all that existed from those who cried out the show’s name, advertizing as they were supposed to. The raven haired female looked out at the masses of guests swarming to and fro. It wasn’t show time yet, so there was plenty of live action as guests walked around freely. Violet eyes scanned the blur of faces that passed her. She should have been crying out praises for the Morning Star as well. She should have been trying to entice people to join in the revelry, and see if she could get upon the Devil’s Stage to bring in the Animal Mistress some more coin. She should have been doing her part to make sure guests were entertained and happy, but she wanted nothing to do with the mass of crowds that moved around so freely. Truly, she wished she was back in bed, hiding from everyone and everything. After all, everyone thought she was a stupid beast. That’s all she could be. And yet, she had intelligence. She was not stupid. She was quite cunning. Her tiger half, was exactly that. Half of her. It was not the full piece, but no one saw that. When the show began, she would revert into her form as a tiger, and the guests wouldn’t see the dark haired beauty that lay under the fur. They wouldn’t see her current costume. They wouldn’t see raven hair or violet eyes. They would see a beast with claws, fangs, and fur. That would be all that mattered from then on. It was when these realizations came about that she wondered how she had ended up at this silly place. She vaguely remembered anything before working at the Morning Star. She knew her name. It was Vidula. She knew her mother had passed away, leaving her with a strange box that played music. She remembered the song. She remembered that she had loved her mother, but other than that, she was lost and in the dark. It was probably better that she was safely working at the Morning Star, despite the horrible conditions she worked under. At least it was a place to call home, and she was safe.
☪ ▬With a sigh, the raven haired beauty pushed off form the wall and began to move into the crowd of guests that milled around the Entrance hall with no set destination. They would all lunge for the Event Horizon when show time drew closer, but for now entertaining the guests was her top priority. If she failed at this task, the Ring Master might very well go into a fine rage. And if a guest complained about unsatisfactory service, that rage could very well triple. She knew that the Ring Master had been robbed of his ruby ring, and many rumors pointed towards Leslie, the Balancing Act to be the culprit. After all, the silver haired female did have a terrible history that pointed petty thefts towards her. For some reason, Vidula didn’t think that it had been Leslie on this occurrence, but her opinions did not matter. She was just a stupid beast after all. However, why would a known thief steal something of such value? Especially when she knew that all fingers would automatically point directly to her? It made no sense. Vidula kept to herself mostly. She didn’t like talking with others. Instead, she did a lot of listening. And that was how she learned much of the things she was knowledgeable about. Listening and learning about Leslie told the tiger that the Balancing Act would not be so out in the open about her thefts. She was experienced. Why would she do something that was so obvious? It made no logical sense. Thieves were supposed to be much cleaner, and with the amount of experience Leslie had, she would not be an exception. Vidula shook her head absently, bumping into one of the guests. She apologized profusely, taking their hand, and offering them a kind smile, assuring them that it had been her own fault for the incident. The guests didn’t seem too bothered, and when she offered one of her silk kerchiefs, they seemed more than pleased. She bowed away, giving one more apology before weaving through the crowds with more attention than she had been giving before.
☪ ▬The raven haired female smiled, as she seemed to be in the center of the large milling crowd. Many looked eagerly to the Devil’s Stage, which would remain empty until intermission, when acts and individuals would be up for sale for an evening of companionship for exorbitant prices. Violet eyes lingered over the small stage, and then turned back to the guests who milled about. Her long, slightly tanner limbs were complimented by the orange and gold of her costuming. The bangled bra she wore hung with tinkling golden guilt coins. Her long hair was down her back, waving and curling by itself to cover her bum. The long skirting was slit up the sides to the highest part of her thigh. The outfit was truly very revealing, showing off her flat stomach, with its belly button adorned with a flaming jewel she has pasted in herself only half an hour ago. Golden cuffs studded with red stones adorned the upper part of her arm, and delicate golden bangles clinked upon her wrists. She wore no shoes, but wore ankles with chains that draped across the top of her feet and ended at her toes. Her toe nails were painted flame red, while her carefully manicured fingernails were painted in dazzling flames. She was supposed to look like a living flame when she danced, but it would hardly be remembered that she possessed some beauty once she shifted and lost her rational thought and became the beast that dwelt beneath her skin. She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath before beginning to move to music that didn’t exist. Surely, she’d be chastised by the Animal Mistress for dancing in this way, without bearing her tiger half to the world, but the tiger was meant for the Event Horizon, where it would not incite the guests who milled about freely, to violence or fear. She was a controlled pet. She did what she was told, and that was the end of it. When she was called upon, she would go where she was commanded. For now, she was entertaining guests with dancing as she demurely moved, showing off her form and grace that would be gone the instant the show began. Ah, how the Morning Star made her feel full of contradictions. Maybe one day she would figure them all out, but until that point in time, she would act as she had since the day she arrived, as the grand pet tiger of the Morning Star Carnival.
☪ ▬ OOC: Hope this is okay :3
