Post by I'msoAwesomeRAWR! on Jun 22, 2010 8:11:36 GMT -5
"I'm not a god damn lizard man!" Bastian Zutherland bit out, his blood red eyes narrowing to daggers as he glared at Tsura's mother, Vakna, who presently had her hands resting on her curvy hips and a glare of her own pained on her face.
"You have scales, Bastian. You're the lizard man!" She bit out in anger, her long curling black hair lifting from the slight breeze that carried from the sea and drifted across the docks, where the men of the Circus of the Damned were presently setting up.
"I'm a fucking Lacerta demon! There is a difference!" He hissed, his long, slim forked tongue snaking out of his mouth. And still the man said he wasn't a lizard.
Tsura looked up from nailing the line of her tent in the ground. "You are aware that Lacerta means Lizard in latin, right?"
"You are aware that I can eat you, right?"
Tsura let out a snort of laugher before nailing the stake in once again. She knew that Bastian would never hurt her, he was actually more protective of her than her mother was.
"Fine!" She heard her mother finally cave. "You can paint 'Bastian the Lizard Demon! But nothing else, do you understand me? These are humans, they have no idea what a Lacerta demon is."
"You're human." Bastian remarked, his Jamaican accent like music to the ears.
"You know that's different. I've known about immortals since I was a child."
"So I'll just explain to the humans what a Lacerta demon is." Bastian said, shrugging it off like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Bastian! Stick to the act!" Tsura heard her mother bit out in aggrivation and couldn't help but smile. Bastian always did have a way of digging under her mother's skin. If she didn't know better she'd say that Bastian had a thing for her mom. But that was impossible. Vakna didn't do relationships. Like, ever.
Well of course she had at one time, after all Tsura was alive. But every since Tsura had turned thirteen, she had never known her mother to date a man, and she had most likely not dated even longer than that, Tsura just couldn't remember that far back. It was kind of sad. Didn't her mother get lonely?
Tsura glanced up at her mother, with her stern features and rigid stance. Okay, maybe not. After all she always told Tsura that she had her hands full just with looking after her.
Not that she needed her mother to look after her, she was twenty two for god's sakes. Perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Despite what Vakna or Bastian seemed to think.
"That woman needs to take a break." Bastian muttered, drawing Tsura out of her thoughts. She looked up at him with a smile. Despite being a lizard man, strike that, demon, he was actually quite handsome.
He had a liking for suits, and Tsura almost never saw him out of them. They looked good on him though, with his dark scaled skin and glowing red eyes, his long brown dreads and towering height. In a way the suit's almost made him seem more....tame. Kind of like a tiger wearing bunny ears.
"What she needs is a good fu-"
"Hey! Watch you're language, young lady." Bastian said with a stern frown and Tsura rolled her eyes.
"What? I was going to say foot rub." She said with a grin as she stood, arching her back to work out the cricks in it. Another warm breeze blew from the south and her long black skirt swayed around her feet, her black locks, so like her mothers, lifting slightly.
"You ought to have more respect for that woman, she's done more for you than you can imagine."
Tsura sighed. "Alright already, I'm sorry." She said before walking to him and patting his shoulder. "Want me to help you paint you're sign?"
"That's alright, sweet. Why don't you go use them legs a little before the show starts. I know you hate having to sit in that tent for so long." Bastian said, patting her on the head before pushing her off as he kneeled and continued painting his likeness on his sign.
He was right though, Tsura hated having to sit for hours on end, it wasn't in her nature to be so still. Just thinking about it made her twitch. So she did as Bastian had suggested and began to walk through the colorful tents and booths, taking in the sight of everyone getting ready for opening. People were testing the rides and Tsura considered doing the same a moment before deciding against it. She needed to work off that large piece of chocolate cake she had bought from the dinner down from the docks.
Yawning she squinted up against the bright glare of the morning sun before returning to survey the people around her.
Circus of the Damned. What a fitting name.
What most people didn't know was that the workers at the circus really were damned. A mix of immortals it consisted of vampires, weres, demons, warlocks and witches, fey, and even a few ghost that lingered with the troupe.
Tsura had been with the circus for five years before she had finally found out the truth. She thought back on the night.
They had just closed down and she had been walking along the rides, picking up the trash that had been dropped she she had stumbled upon one of the workers with a woman. It wasn't odd. The men usually hooked up with women from the towns they visited, and Tsura had been about to turn away and continue with her work when she heard the woman scream.
Tsura had run back and stood shocked at what she had seen.
The man had had his mouth against the woman's throat, and there had been blood seeping from between his lips. The woman had been fighting against him, trying to break free when Tsura had took of running and tackled him head first, bringing them both to the ground. She had landed atop him and had stared down in horror at the two fangs that were peeking from between his lips.
The next thing Tsura knew she was being ripped off of the man and pushed up against a wall, all the breath leaving her lungs in a rush. She had looked up and gasped in shock to see the woman who had just previously been struggling practically snarling at her, a set of her own fangs showing.
"Jade! NO!" The carny had bit out before pulling the woman off of her and checking Tsura over. "Are you alright? You're mother's going to geld me if she finds out about this." He said said with a foul curse before releasing her.
As it was, the woman had turned out to be a vampire as well, and just liked rough handling. So she had never really been in any danger at all.
Well, Vakna hadn't gelded the man, but she had explained to her that the workers of the circus were actually not human.
Not that there weren't a few humans that traveled with them; but all of them knew about the immortal beings or had some sort of special power themselves.
Which was the only reason the owner of the Circus of the Damned had taken Vakna and Tsura in. Tsura's mother was a powerful witch, able to put curses on people and call forth spirits. It was her job; people came to her for spells and she sold them to her.
Tsura, on the other hand though, well, she was alot of things.
Firstly she was a fortune teller, which anyone could do, really; but other than that she could read peoples thoughts, sometimes see they're past's or futures by touch, was able to talk to certain animals and even sometimes when her emotions were high, could control the weather.
Apparently it happened to humans sometimes for no apparent reason. They were just...more.
But if you asked Tsura, it was more of a curse than a gift. Being able to read people's thoughts wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when some people thought things that Tsura really didn't want to hear. And then there was the matter with her touch. Because of it she constantly wore gloves; at the moment she was wearing elbow length white satin ones.
Walk around in hundred degree weather with gloves on and people think you're insane. Which she could hear, because she could read they're thoughts.
Yes, it was all very tiring, really.
Tsura sighed as she walked amongst the workers, the sounds of the carnival coming to life as it opened and she made her way back to her tent; which was more like a prison.
"When am I going to win the lottery?"
Tsura tried not to sigh as she looked up at the man before her. In the darkness of her tent with only the glow of an oil lamp casting light, he looked deathly pale and frail. Tsura wanted to tell him to stop wasting his checks on the track and lottery tickets and take care of his family instead; but she knew she couldn't do that. So instead she gave him what he wanted.
"I see a sum of money in you're future. Yes, it looks like you will be lucky within the coming days."
She tried not to roll her eyes as he practically shouted in joy. "I knew it! I could feel it, I tell you!"
She forced a smile on her face and took his money as he practically threw it in her hands before hopping out of her tent.
She hadn't been lying, he would win from a scratch off ticket in the next few days. But it would only be two dollars. But of course she couldn't tell him that either.
Leaning back with a sigh she checked her watch. It had been eight hours already. The sun had set over the horizon about an hour ago and the lights of the circus were glowing brightly against the darkness of the docks. Only six more hours until closing. She'd be getting another break within the next hour and didn't have to come back to her booth for about four hours, luckily. Good, her stomach was growling so loudly she was sure it was scaring off the customers.
"You have scales, Bastian. You're the lizard man!" She bit out in anger, her long curling black hair lifting from the slight breeze that carried from the sea and drifted across the docks, where the men of the Circus of the Damned were presently setting up.
"I'm a fucking Lacerta demon! There is a difference!" He hissed, his long, slim forked tongue snaking out of his mouth. And still the man said he wasn't a lizard.
Tsura looked up from nailing the line of her tent in the ground. "You are aware that Lacerta means Lizard in latin, right?"
"You are aware that I can eat you, right?"
Tsura let out a snort of laugher before nailing the stake in once again. She knew that Bastian would never hurt her, he was actually more protective of her than her mother was.
"Fine!" She heard her mother finally cave. "You can paint 'Bastian the Lizard Demon! But nothing else, do you understand me? These are humans, they have no idea what a Lacerta demon is."
"You're human." Bastian remarked, his Jamaican accent like music to the ears.
"You know that's different. I've known about immortals since I was a child."
"So I'll just explain to the humans what a Lacerta demon is." Bastian said, shrugging it off like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"Bastian! Stick to the act!" Tsura heard her mother bit out in aggrivation and couldn't help but smile. Bastian always did have a way of digging under her mother's skin. If she didn't know better she'd say that Bastian had a thing for her mom. But that was impossible. Vakna didn't do relationships. Like, ever.
Well of course she had at one time, after all Tsura was alive. But every since Tsura had turned thirteen, she had never known her mother to date a man, and she had most likely not dated even longer than that, Tsura just couldn't remember that far back. It was kind of sad. Didn't her mother get lonely?
Tsura glanced up at her mother, with her stern features and rigid stance. Okay, maybe not. After all she always told Tsura that she had her hands full just with looking after her.
Not that she needed her mother to look after her, she was twenty two for god's sakes. Perfectly capable of taking care of herself. Despite what Vakna or Bastian seemed to think.
"That woman needs to take a break." Bastian muttered, drawing Tsura out of her thoughts. She looked up at him with a smile. Despite being a lizard man, strike that, demon, he was actually quite handsome.
He had a liking for suits, and Tsura almost never saw him out of them. They looked good on him though, with his dark scaled skin and glowing red eyes, his long brown dreads and towering height. In a way the suit's almost made him seem more....tame. Kind of like a tiger wearing bunny ears.
"What she needs is a good fu-"
"Hey! Watch you're language, young lady." Bastian said with a stern frown and Tsura rolled her eyes.
"What? I was going to say foot rub." She said with a grin as she stood, arching her back to work out the cricks in it. Another warm breeze blew from the south and her long black skirt swayed around her feet, her black locks, so like her mothers, lifting slightly.
"You ought to have more respect for that woman, she's done more for you than you can imagine."
Tsura sighed. "Alright already, I'm sorry." She said before walking to him and patting his shoulder. "Want me to help you paint you're sign?"
"That's alright, sweet. Why don't you go use them legs a little before the show starts. I know you hate having to sit in that tent for so long." Bastian said, patting her on the head before pushing her off as he kneeled and continued painting his likeness on his sign.
He was right though, Tsura hated having to sit for hours on end, it wasn't in her nature to be so still. Just thinking about it made her twitch. So she did as Bastian had suggested and began to walk through the colorful tents and booths, taking in the sight of everyone getting ready for opening. People were testing the rides and Tsura considered doing the same a moment before deciding against it. She needed to work off that large piece of chocolate cake she had bought from the dinner down from the docks.
Yawning she squinted up against the bright glare of the morning sun before returning to survey the people around her.
Circus of the Damned. What a fitting name.
What most people didn't know was that the workers at the circus really were damned. A mix of immortals it consisted of vampires, weres, demons, warlocks and witches, fey, and even a few ghost that lingered with the troupe.
Tsura had been with the circus for five years before she had finally found out the truth. She thought back on the night.
They had just closed down and she had been walking along the rides, picking up the trash that had been dropped she she had stumbled upon one of the workers with a woman. It wasn't odd. The men usually hooked up with women from the towns they visited, and Tsura had been about to turn away and continue with her work when she heard the woman scream.
Tsura had run back and stood shocked at what she had seen.
The man had had his mouth against the woman's throat, and there had been blood seeping from between his lips. The woman had been fighting against him, trying to break free when Tsura had took of running and tackled him head first, bringing them both to the ground. She had landed atop him and had stared down in horror at the two fangs that were peeking from between his lips.
The next thing Tsura knew she was being ripped off of the man and pushed up against a wall, all the breath leaving her lungs in a rush. She had looked up and gasped in shock to see the woman who had just previously been struggling practically snarling at her, a set of her own fangs showing.
"Jade! NO!" The carny had bit out before pulling the woman off of her and checking Tsura over. "Are you alright? You're mother's going to geld me if she finds out about this." He said said with a foul curse before releasing her.
As it was, the woman had turned out to be a vampire as well, and just liked rough handling. So she had never really been in any danger at all.
Well, Vakna hadn't gelded the man, but she had explained to her that the workers of the circus were actually not human.
Not that there weren't a few humans that traveled with them; but all of them knew about the immortal beings or had some sort of special power themselves.
Which was the only reason the owner of the Circus of the Damned had taken Vakna and Tsura in. Tsura's mother was a powerful witch, able to put curses on people and call forth spirits. It was her job; people came to her for spells and she sold them to her.
Tsura, on the other hand though, well, she was alot of things.
Firstly she was a fortune teller, which anyone could do, really; but other than that she could read peoples thoughts, sometimes see they're past's or futures by touch, was able to talk to certain animals and even sometimes when her emotions were high, could control the weather.
Apparently it happened to humans sometimes for no apparent reason. They were just...more.
But if you asked Tsura, it was more of a curse than a gift. Being able to read people's thoughts wasn't all it was cracked up to be, especially when some people thought things that Tsura really didn't want to hear. And then there was the matter with her touch. Because of it she constantly wore gloves; at the moment she was wearing elbow length white satin ones.
Walk around in hundred degree weather with gloves on and people think you're insane. Which she could hear, because she could read they're thoughts.
Yes, it was all very tiring, really.
Tsura sighed as she walked amongst the workers, the sounds of the carnival coming to life as it opened and she made her way back to her tent; which was more like a prison.
"When am I going to win the lottery?"
Tsura tried not to sigh as she looked up at the man before her. In the darkness of her tent with only the glow of an oil lamp casting light, he looked deathly pale and frail. Tsura wanted to tell him to stop wasting his checks on the track and lottery tickets and take care of his family instead; but she knew she couldn't do that. So instead she gave him what he wanted.
"I see a sum of money in you're future. Yes, it looks like you will be lucky within the coming days."
She tried not to roll her eyes as he practically shouted in joy. "I knew it! I could feel it, I tell you!"
She forced a smile on her face and took his money as he practically threw it in her hands before hopping out of her tent.
She hadn't been lying, he would win from a scratch off ticket in the next few days. But it would only be two dollars. But of course she couldn't tell him that either.
Leaning back with a sigh she checked her watch. It had been eight hours already. The sun had set over the horizon about an hour ago and the lights of the circus were glowing brightly against the darkness of the docks. Only six more hours until closing. She'd be getting another break within the next hour and didn't have to come back to her booth for about four hours, luckily. Good, her stomach was growling so loudly she was sure it was scaring off the customers.