The Circus FreakI don't think I can stand much more of this. I don't think I'll survive another day without lashing out. Do I look like I enjoy this sort of attention? Do they see how much this kills me inside? I may be different, but I have feelings... you can't just lock me in a cage and expect me to play nice like this. I won't comply with this treatment for any longer--More Like This
"Look! Look! Mommy! They have a boy in this cage! Why is there a boy in a cage?" I glanced over at the five-year-old who spoke. My glare was dead, emotionless. The child stared at me, not hearing its mother telling him what I was. "Mommy... why is he sad?"
I suppose I am.
What life do I have? Here I am, the sleepless demon child, caged and held against my will. I sit in this decorative cage all day and all night every day. I had only known anger before, but... I was sad as well. Was I no less human than anyone else at this forsaken place? Weren't all circus entertainers freaks in one way or another?
The child and the chil
"Lessons of Life""Kazekage-sama."More Like This
Her voice is enchanting...
Her eyes are hypmotizing..
The young man's trance was broken as he quickly recovered from his fantisizing, hearing the girl's utmost request for his attention as he found the slight pout upon her lips, followed by a slightly annoyed look playing on her face as well.
"Yes, what is it?" he asked in a calm matter, though it was clearly obvious he had been trapped in his thoughts just moments before.
The girl standing before him, dove white hair not yet even reaching to her shoulders, along with fascinating scarlet red eyes only frowned in most likely even more annoyance as she stared intensly at him, as though she was piercing him with her gaze, and as though she was seeing through every lied he uttered.
"I've been trying to get your attention for two minutes, Kazekage-sama." she said, keeping her composure, though seeming to
Smiles on a Rainy Day Part Two - Prince of RageMore Like This
Prince of Rage
It was a cold night, and Kurloz hadn't seen Mituna around for a while. The last time he did, he was hanging around with his matesprit, Latula. He had always been jealous of their bond, but he never did anything about it. He wasn't even sure if it was jealous of bonding or jealousy of something.. More red. Kurloz wonders around his hive and cleans up a bit, not even bothering picking up the horns that were all over the place. They stayed where they wanted to, like they were meant to be there. Plus, it was fun when they were accidentally stepped on and made a loud "honk." It made Kurloz want to giggle sometimes.
He didn't know how he did it, but he could always tell when Mituna needed him. A little warning signal pops up in his head and his body leads him out the front door, dropping everything he was picking up on a table on his way out, as if it meant nothing anymore. Mainly because it didn't. Mituna was a million times more important than a stupid pile of Faygo bottles