Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

[dmlp]

Blake simply shrugged in response to her apology, not caring one way or other her reasoning for asking such a dumb question. Then the girl introduced herself and held out a hand. Blake didn't move for a second then decided to have sons fun and took her hand in his, the flames that danced on his arm flowed down to Lacota's hand and up her arm. He made sure the flames didn't actually touch her and instead hovered over her arm so the heat would meet her skin but she wouldn't be harmed.

Roslynn snorted at Ringmater's comment, trying to brush off her embarrassment and return her pride as much as possible. But then he went and used that baby voice and scrached under her chin. Her tail tip thrummed the ground twice or so, but her ears flattened outward in unconcealed embarrassment and discomfort at the truth in his words. She did indeed have no choice but to obey her masters command, if he said attack and kill she wouldn't hesitate to lunge at a target, if he said heel she'd follow him to Hell and back. The bear sized she hound growled under her breath and glared at the ground.

[Falls]

Ringmaster snickered at Roslynn's obvious embarrassment. Her binding link to Ringmaster proved to be quite a handicap for her. "It's your own fault for linking up with me of all people," he chided the hound. "You could have chosen Daniel, whose dog is obviously so well cared for. You could have chosen Lacota, who I'm sure could have morphed into a hound to enjoy a canine life with you. And instead you went for me." His eyebrows knitted into a curious frown. "Tell me, why is that? Why me?"

[dmlp]

Roslynn snarled, eyes flashing in defiant challenge and suddenly in the place of the bear sized hellhound was a girl no more than 18 or 19 years old with raven black and blood red hair, ears, wings and tail of the beast, and cold rodent like red eyes stood glaring at Ringmaster. Her swollen belly was no longer a concern as the hellhound wanted those around to understand her. "Because at the time you seemed the most leader like, no one would dare challenge you and if they did they'd be punished severely. At the time you were the best choice to pick as a master and as a way to mask my own scent. Your air was strong and covered even my pack scent like that of a true alpha." She paused to let that sink in before continuing with a voice like acid. "Now I'm mistaken. You've grown soft, letting feelings for your precious lover get in the way of your duty. Any great leader knows how to balance public and personal affairs separately. You've forgotten." She spat, her voice like ice piercing one's very soul while fire glowed in her eyes. She seemed to have taken this personal, as if the truth of her words had insulted her pride, the same pride she once had for her master as been caved in. Another swell of emotion suddenly flowed out of her, Roslynn bowed her head in defeat. Her thoughts changed from anger to sorrow, she missed her own lover and thinking of Ringmaster and Daniel's closeness had her slowly breaking inside.
((Gotta love dem mood swings eh?))

[Falls]

[Oh ouch. Roslynn's really stickin it to the man...]

Ringmaster stepped back as Roslynn morphed from hound to human, sensing the outrage in Roslynn's heart but giving it no second thoughts. This wasn't the first mood swing and he certainly couldn't expect it to be the last. Eh, he'd brush it off just like the rest.

The first half of Roslynn's monologue stroked Ringmaster's ego in all the right ways. Alpha? Him? Oh yes, do say it again.

But then Roslynn changed gears, matching her words with the malice in her expression and turning her little speech into a weapon against his heart. He felt her words wrench him in the gut like an invisible knife as she took stabs at his infatuation with Daniel and his lack of focus on Sideshow. When she finished, his burgundy eyes were wide and his mind a muddled cloud of pure shock and injured pride. Her mood swing turned anger to defeat then, but the damage was done. No amount of pitiful expressions or mental admissions of defeat would fix that. His thoughts regrouped and his expression turned to a grimace of disgust as his hand lifted and came down on Roslynn's cheek. Heck if he cared that she was pregnant right now. She deserved more than that as far as he was concerned.

"Get out of my sight," he growled, his voice soft with dejection but bitter with disgust. "And don't come back until you're clean. That's an order."

[dmlp]

((Holy crap, that I had not expected))
Roslynn had been prepared to be sent away, but when she suddenly felt the sharpness of a hand against her cheek she flinched. Mostly in surprise as she hadn't been able to register the pain that would be causes by the slap. Surpressing a snarl, Roslynn glared at the ground at Ringmaster's feet, ears pinned against her skull. He sent her away with disgust in his voice, she started to turn then inwardly growled and spat defiantly at Ringmaster's feet before vanishing from sight and padding away after a swift change into hound form. She blocked the link so her thoughts were her own as she began pacing back and forth a distance away. She grumbled mutinously to herself, darkness clouding her thoughts. Suddenly she flops down with a soft whine and curled up, having been visible for a number of minutes now she was a dark mass in the moonlight. Miserable beyond belief, the she hound tried to find sleep.

After a few minutes of failing to find rest, Roslynn stood and decided to hunt to ease her stress. Being in unfamiliar territory, she didn't know large prey animals here and settled on a hare. She chases the rodent around before quickly ending its days with a quick snap of her jaws. Settling down, she devoured the animal in seconds. By the time she returned to the caravan, the moon would have been growing feint as dawn approached. Roslynn avoided Ringmaster at all costs, but she couldn't just stroll into town and ask for flea shampoo without any money, besides that alchemist may be of use yet. Perhaps she could conjure up something, and if not them maybe the woman could be of some assistance in another way. Following the egg smell that was still airing out, the now invisible hellhound scratched at Nevidora's wagon door then sat down to wait.

[Falls]

[Just reading our OOC convo here makes me feel like we're playing some sort of twisted chess game.
Falls: "Oho, you've put your pawn up in 2-B? Well lemme just send my Ringmaster to BITCHSLAPFREAKIN-A. Suck it."
Dmlp: "Oh, well now you've caught me with my britches down, you sly dog. I spit at thee."]

Ringmaster practically glared daggers into Roslynn as he waited for her to leave, every fiber of his being oozing sullen rage towards her. He snarled when she spat, advancing towards her with a look in his eye comparable to that of hell's inferno, but she disappeared before he could reach her. He gave a soft groan as a pain arose in his chest and remained only briefly, indicating a close in the link. Good riddance. For a moment he simply stood there, fists clenching and unclenching and chest heaving before he turned on the wagon nearest to him and let loose.

*Thump, thumpa, thump, thump* (Insert vocalized noise of extreme frustration here.)

Man, if there was some way to forget Roslynn's words of painful truth, he'd take it in a heartbeat. He didn't want to balance between Daniel and Sideshow. He wanted all of it in whatever portion he craved in the moment. Was he really so much less of a leader for having Daniel?

[darling lady]

(I can’t even remember what it was! But let’s just go with the silver dragon necklace)

The silver dragon caught in the sunlight, it’s jewled eyes sparkling as if it were trying to cast a spell. Nakusha let it go, as it slaped lightly against her neck her eyes remained solely on Jem’s face. He bit his lip, and she wondered absentmindedly if such sharp teeth made such an action painful. But the thought passed, her mind was focused on more important things.

Nakusha had expected hatred, anger, sadness, or some other emotion. She would not have accepted forgiveness, for she was at fault and wanted to find a way to make up for everything. But what she did not expect was Jem’s question. She would have laughed if it hadn’t been such a tense, emotion-filled moment. “I told my family everything about you. I talked about your wonderful smile, your cute little wings, and yourpink hair- which you seem to have cut,” she added, slightly angrily. She god damned loved that long pink hair of his. But she shook off the negative emotion and continued. “I told them about your wonderful personality, about a few of the numerous wonderful times we had together, and every other little thing that came to my mind. To be honest, I probably rambled for a while.”

And she had. Nakusha had gone home simply and had rambled about love. How it was a wonderful thing. How it made her feel good. How she didn’t know how she had gotten on without any form of family love before. How love made a family, even out of a bunch of freaks. How love made you accept anyone, even if they were a freak.

And they were freaks. But they were friends as well, they were families, they had lovers, and people so close to them they are better than brothers or sisters. The bonds with the Freak Show were tighter than any blood-relation Nakusha had ever had. And that’s why she had come back. It was why she would never leave again.

[darling lady]

(Sorry dmlp, I hadn’teven noticed till you told me!)
Nevidora absolutely stunk. She stunk of rotten eggs and sulfur, and her room reeked the same. So, her face covered with a mask, Nevidora had returned from the outdoors to try and clean up her room. The open window and door simply would not do, it would take much too long and the stink would remain. She tried mixing a few different potions until- voila! It was pink and slightly bubbly, smelling of flowers, honey, and summer days. She carefully picked up the vial, she only wanted a few drops, it was a strong and potent perfume.

Strange scratching came from her door as she began dropping little droplets of the potion onto her bed to clean it up. Most people would ignore this, but Nevidora was familiar with strange things, and was suspicious. She eyed the door warily, and held up her potion. “Unless you want an overwhelming flower smell stuck to you for a year, I suggest dropping your invisibility!” She threatened, even though it was quite a bad threat.

Flowers? She scolded herself mentally for not thinking of anything better on the spot.

[dmlp]

Roslynn flicked her ears amusedly at the threat, the flowery smell having met her nose already. Hesitating, the hellhound glanced around for any sign of RM lingering around before revealing herself. The large animal looked absolutely pathetic; sitting with head dipped and ears out awkwardly, wings drooping slightly. Roslynn huffed in annoyance as a flea bit beneath the collar and she was forced to repress the urge to scratch. Unsure whether or jot the woman spoke her native Latin tongue, Roslynn then shifted into human form and stood just as awkwardly with ears still flattened outward and a hand holding the wrist of the other. "Hi." The pregnant girl spoke softly, obviously uncomfortable. "I was wondering if you could help me with something......" She inquired, glancing around nervously then back to the alchemist.

[Falls]

A bit of surprise flashed across Nakusha's face as Jem's question passed between them and he realized how unorthodox his reaction to this whole situation was. Nakusha was probably expecting something more decisive than questions about her family. She jumped into another monologue, but he didn't mind. He was actually more confused than anything else at the moment. Even before she'd left, Nakusha had a tendency to do this. She'd compliment him in ways that caught him completely off guard and gave him the urge to look in a mirror. He wanted to see himself through Nakusha's eyes and find the qualities that she pointed out. A wonderful smile? But his teeth were so sharp! He could understand the cute wings thing though. Girls seemed to like undersized objects for some reason.

Nakusha brought up Jem's hair with an air of anger and his face dropped into an "oh crap" expression. Nakusha had been back for only a few minutes and already Ringmaster was getting him into trouble! As his hand lifted to his shortened hair (visual reference), he inwardly flailed about in his mind for his explanation. In his panic, he'd lost his train of thought.

"It vas Ringmaster," he blurted out at the end of Nakusha's words. For a moment his lips moved as me made an effort to form coherent words. In the silence, he gathered another thought together and spat it out. "He cut it just today! He didn't give me a choice!" Mixed emotions ran through him then. After his outburst against Sideshow's owner, he was feeling a lot less scared of the man. Even so, the memory of his forced hair cut filled him with shame. He'd always been such a wimp around the guy.

He dropped his wide eyes from Nakusha's face and began to mess with the hem of his shirt, nervously fidgeting like a child who'd been caught kicking the cat.