It was early night, the show had just ended for the day, and everyone was going to retire to their respective tents. Well, they were supposed to, but they most often hung around the grounds of the circus. Arthur wandered around, quietly humming, going over his act in his head again.
Silk slunk down from her pole, slicking back her long blonde hair. It had been a windy night, and it had blown her hair around. The mistress would not like to see her out here with such messy hair. She plucked up her beanie and ambled along to her tent, deciding (like always) to go into her tent and sleep. She'd get extra food that the others wouldn't receive.
Crimson yawned, taking a swig from his flask of amber whiskey. He couldn't actually get drunk from human liquors, but he found that this certain type helped sooth his throat after using a lot of his fire. "Hm… I should go back to my cave…" He muttered, he fondly called his tent his cave as it gave him a sense of nostalgia.
Sky sighed. She could finally stop pretending in front of a large audience and change into something more casual. She would still have to pretend, just like always, but it was easier to pretend in front of the other performers by just being quiet. It was what Sky was known for doing, and easy to pull off. She went into her tent gracefully, her eyes in a daze, wondering what would happen the next day. She was always curious like this, thinking of life beyond the tents, but it was where she believed that she, Skylar Jacobs, belonged. She had a child-like aspect of reality, and Sky was almost always asking questions in her head, never truly answering them. She never knew what made her insane, and she never bothered to ask. Skylar just was.
Cyrus was usually the first one to disappear after a performance, usually to talk to the mistress after a show, usually to talk to her about his blood needs. As a half blood he needed more blood then his ancestors. He sighs softly and walks to her tent, and carefully walking to the tent flap. "Mistress? May we talk?" He calls gently, his breath shuddering.
The mistress turns and stares at Cyrus with her piercing blue eyes. She crosses one leg over the other and turns her chair that is facing the vanity around. “Please, do come in, dear.”
Arthur wanders to Sky’s tent, and lightly taps on the fabric, “Sky?” He asks to the wind, a slight song esque quality to his question.
Slowly Cyrus enters and looks down. "Mistress… I… Its that time… I require blood." He says softly, biting his lip gently as he shut his eyes, trying to relax. He looked rather meek and obedient, his eyes down, head bowed respectfully towards the Mistress.
Sky almost jumps but calms herself down when she hears who it is. She walks to the place where a door would be and separates the fabric that claimed this small tent as her own. She looked at Arthur curiously, her head tipped to her right a little. "Yes?" Sky's voice was small, yet soothing in a way.
Mistress walks over to Cyrus and trails her long nails across his face and then chest, “Hm, do you now?..well, what should I do about that, huh?” She asks quietly into his ear.
Arthur smiles slightly, his smile lopsided, “Hey, how was your set?” He asks
"Fine. I could have done it better, though. Care to come in? It's a bit cold out." Sky gestures for him to enter with a slight smile. Of every performer, Sky talked to Arthur the most. She found him…unexpecting, at times. He seemed to understand her in a way the others didn't.
Cyrus gulps softly as she walks towards him, his eyes glinting a deep red. "If I could hunt, or have tiny bit of blood that would suffice… I just don't wish to hurt more then needed…" He says quietly.
Crimson's amber eyes glanced around the tent area, he bit his lip a bit as he thought. All he wanted to do at that moment was to spread his wings and fly for a bit, maybe even hunt a bit. Human food is disgusting, but I do not wish to bother the Mistress. He thought, sticking his itching hands in his pocket. He could almost feel the nails turning into claws.
Mistress smiles, “Go ahead, feel free to go hunt,” She pats his head, “For an hour, go be free”
Arthur smiles and walks into Sky’s tent, “Why, thank you” He says, glad to get away from the cold, “My set went alright too, definitely could use some improvement”
Cyrus nods and bows his head. "Thank you mistress…" he says softy before leaving. He hurries towards the camp, checking before letting himself shift and hurrying towards the closest town. He was quietly, going from house to house until he smelled a suitable, strong scent of blood. He licks his lips.
Crimson untucked his hands from his pockets, seeing that they had elongated into claws a bit. "Hm… This, this is not good." He muttered, he could usually control when his claws came out, but he hadn't had actual food for a dragon in ages. This is partially your fault you know. You didn't say that you were an actual dragon and now they just think you can materialize dragon wings. He reminded himself with a scowl.