Freak of Nature (Semi-Lit)

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((Check my last post and you'll find tones of free charries.. well about three actually but still. Will be replying shortly onceiI'm on computer and as soon as bugiscool replies))

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Locota ate her food quietly while looking at the park. Her silvery eyes looked so soft and gentle while she watched. Then her food was gone and she looked down at her now empty to go plate. She had no clue that Blake had been looking at her. She closed the to go box and stood up. "If you're done I'll go throw away these. " she said though if he wasn't done with his food she would just go and throw away only hers. There was no rush for Blake. She reached up with her very light colored and slender hand to push back a strand of her also very light colored hair behind her ear. She looked over to Blake as she waited for his answer.

(I'm on my phone and with a bad case of the hiccups. So sorry if it's short and if there's slight mistakes with the writing. ))

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Hunter smiled, quite pleased with himself that his idea had worked. "You can hope off and try again once you get the idea okay?" He said, "But take your time." He cautioned with a reassuring smile. "So, where're you from?" He asked casually, keeping pace with the dance as if it were second nature. He didn't realize his sister was in danger, having gone a little ways from the caravan to get away from it's usual noise, however it was within eye shot, he was just too busy paying attention to Lilith to notice the commotion.

Roslynn read Ringmaster's thoughts of his criticism against the way she spoke as well as what happened to him and his alternate before she had run off and come back. Now with the link closed off, she had no clue what he could be thinking other than the clues that would be given by body language. She snorted at his comment about her getting sick, "Yes, and do you really think a pill is going to do a hellhound any good? My body heat would burn it off along with the affects in a matter of minutes....But thanks for your concern." She said rather bluntly, unamused. Her ears flicked at his comment about William, curiosity peaking about what he could possibly mean. "He's......Fragile?" She mused, taking a moment to think of the correct word to use to some up Ringmaster's statement. "In what way?" She asked, picturing the poor man shattering like glass as the gentlest poke, quickly shaking her head to dismiss the image. She heard the commotion with Lyra and the dragon child, but having been here long enough, knew the situation would sort itself out in some way or another freak would take care of the problem without interference of Ringmaster or his.....guard dog.

Blake was just taking his last bite when Locota stood and inquired whether or not he had finished his meal. "I got it." He offered politely, holding out a hand to take her own box and throw it away. He didn't know why, but it felt wrong to let the girl throw the trash away herself, as if it were his responsibility. He shrugged it off, thinking his old foster parents' lessons on politeness was coming back to him in some way.

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Locota looked at Blake as he stood up and was slightly taken by surprise when he offered to take the trash. She nodded quickly and handed him her stuff so she could hide the shock. I mean for as long as she had lived not a lot of people had been nice to her. The last person who was nice to her ended up dying from people who thought that he was a monster like Locota was. So she didn't know how to react to situations with kindness towards her were involved. It made her feel a bit uneasy, but she sat down at the bench and looked up at Blake, " Thank you. You so kind. " she said in a soft yet sweet voice.

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[My free character is Jem. His form is on the front page. Would you like me to make a Jem post?]

Ringmaster did not say more on the subject of pills. Roslynn made a good point and he wasn't about to admit that. He wondered if perhaps there was a hellhound remedy she was not using, but his mind did not linger very long on the subject. "Fragile. Yes," he replied with a nod. Now William sounded like a package in the mail. One premium William ordered for shipping to America. Fragile, this side up, 1st class mail. Well, most of that was true anyway. He was very delicate and he probably really would break if Ringmaster tried to turn him on his head. The mental image made him smirk. If William did not break, he would at least complain profusely to be carried around upside down!

"Emotionally," Ringmaster elaborated for Roslynn. "He has not had very much experience out in the world on his own for a very, very long time. Centuries, in fact." William used to be his own man. He used to be a strong husband, albeit a gentle man. "I aim to take him back as soon as I can find a cure for what has been done. Until then, I reiterate. Do not break him." It was a good thing he trusted Roslynn. Otherwise, she'd be getting much more than an intense command. She'd be getting threats. Possibly bruises as well. Ringmaster would not hesitate to kill in order to make sure William stayed as intact as possible during his time outside of Ringmaster's mental protection.

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Lilith nodded as she glanced down at their feet. She would hop off eventually...if she was positive that she wasn't going to stumble all over the place again. When she would be able to not do that, Lili didn't know. Lilith looked back up at Hunter when he asked where she was from. "I would rather not talk about that...sorry," she responded, looking back down.

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Blake raised on eyebrow at her surprise at his courtesy, wondering why it was so shocking that he had offered to throw away the boxes. Did he really come off as that rude a person? He shrugged and took the box from her hand, smirking at her compliment. "That's a first." He chuckled and strode over to the trash bin, dropped the boxes into it, then returned to Lacota. "What now?" HE asked, glancing around briefly before returning his fiery gaze back to the girl. He realized just what an odd pair the two of them must have seemed, both so different from the other, almost seeming total opposites. Her white hair and silvery eyes contrasted with Blake's black and golden hair and molten amber colored eyes, seeming to have capture fire or lava in their depths. If given the chance to look closely, you may have noticed the colores making up his iris changed ever so subtly, as if flowing into each other, dancing as a flame did upon a candle wick, or possibly they were miniature suns embedded into his eyes to create such mysterious orbs. On the contrary, to him Locota's eyes seemed to have caught the light of a moonbeam upon a frozen lake, the cool silvers and steely blues seemed to have frozen time itself, hiding away all secrets beneath it's tundra. Even their clothes differed, BLake dressed as if he wanted negative attention thrown his way, not caring of others' opinion and quite liking the occational brawl. While Locota seemed a tad subtle in her appearance, as if trying not to stand out purposefully. While awaiting her answer, Blake heard the guitarist change song for a request and started singing, The guy isn't half bad, Blake mused as he listened a moment then returned his attention to Locota.

Hunter noticed his discomfort when she answered and he nodded in understanding, he didn't really like talking of his own roots himself. "Anything you like to do?" He asked, wondering what sort of place it was she came from in which she was so unlearned even in the most mundane, most absurd, things. No ice cream or popsicles? No games? Music? Dance? Fun? What sort of place was there that could possibly exist like that? He shook off the thoughts, focusing on what they were doing and trying to keep a light and happy mood. Hunter sighed softly through his nose, wondering for a moment how Lyra was doing, decided she was probably in the wagon or stealing from some other wagon, per usual. He'd noticed her change immediately and it worried him that Lyra was so different, he hardly knew her any more. Realizing he was again letting his thoughts drift away into depressing wonderings, he brought his attention back to Lilith, it wouldn't be fun if he was the one stumbling around.

Roslynn watched Ringmaster's body language, without the link it was all she could do to guess at his thoughts. Her ears quivered and twitched as they caught every little sound; the leaves and grass rustling in the breeze, birdsong filling the air, the ruckus Gwen was causing as he pursued Lyra atop the the line of wagons, the miniature elephants as they wrestled and played in the dirt, the buzz and hum of bugs. All this and more she heard with a clarity unknown to the human ears, only one other could access her strong senses, and even he could only get a taste of what the hellhound sensed, and with her recent...changes, they were doubled in strength. Her attention refocused when Ringmaster reiterated his meaning and she nodded slowly as she took mental notes of this strange other half of the man she had chosen so long ago as her master. "He is part of you, thus under my protection as you are, my loyalties lie with you and those you are closest to, I wouldn't do anything to put him in harms way." She stated both matter-of-factly as well as in a promising way. Her eyes lifted to study Ringmaster's face a moment, "May I meet him? I'm curious to meet this....other half of you." She said with a curious sparkle in her eye, ears perked attentively and tail curled at it's tip as if she were suppressing the urge to raise it.
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Locota watched Blake as he went to go throw away the trash and watched as he return and how he looked at the guitarist for a moment. She did notice the differences between them, but didn't really think too much about it. She stood up and pushed back her bangs behind her ears. "We could just walk around. Or we could head back to the Caravan." She spoke in her usual soft and sweet voice. Her voice didn't seem like it could ever sound angry. She looked around at the park and thought that she could take the form of a regular deer and could just frolic around. It sounded nice and something that she might of done if she were alone, but because she was with Blake she thought it would be better not to ditch him. Not after he had been so nice to her.

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((Bump where'd everyone go?))

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Roslynn watched Ringmaster's body language, without the link it was all she could do to guess at his thoughts. Her ears quivered and twitched as they caught every little sound; the leaves and grass rustling in the breeze, birdsong filling the air, the ruckus Gwen was causing as he pursued Lyra atop the the line of wagons, the miniature elephants as they wrestled and played in the dirt, the buzz and hum of bugs. All this and more she heard with a clarity unknown to the human ears, only one other could access her strong senses, and even he could only get a taste of what the hellhound sensed, and with her recent...changes, they were doubled in strength. Her attention refocused when Ringmaster reiterated his meaning and she nodded slowly as she took mental notes of this strange other half of the man she had chosen so long ago as her master. "He is part of you, thus under my protection as you are, my loyalties lie with you and those you are closest to, I wouldn't do anything to put him in harms way." She stated both matter-of-factly as well as in a promising way. Her eyes lifted to study Ringmaster's face a moment, "May I meet him? I'm curious to meet this....other half of you." She said with a curious sparkle in her eye, ears perked attentively and tail curled at it's tip as if she were suppressing the urge to raise it.

[How close is the conclusion to her pregnancy?]

Ringmaster observed Roslynn as her ears twitched, picking up the unknown sounds that he was no longer privy to. He gave approving nod when she promised to remain loyal to those Ringmaster loved. This was also a bit of a relief as far as Daniel went. He knew Daniel's role in Ringmaster's life tended to annoy the hellhound, so it was good to know his attachment to Ringmaster made him untouchable.

"Meet him?" Ringmaster visibly seemed to deflate and he occupied himself by folding his arms and drumming his free fingers against the sleeve of his shirt. "I don't know," he replied truthfully. "Well, yes, I suppose you could, but not with me at the moment. I seem to have been temporarily exiled from the wagon due to a certain tiff we had about William's clothes." In all honesty Ringmaster had left on his own free will, but he doubted he would be welcomed back so soon after being such a stubborn prick. Now there was one thing Ringmaster and William shared in common: their stubborness.