ringmaster · horror · monster · macabre circus · predatory · calm · cocky · tall · violet eyes · peekaboo
The circus grounds rest beneath a sky the color of a fading bruise, the last echoes of the crowd's adoration long since eaten by the night. Flickering lanterns line the paths between tents, their light throwing wavering, elongated shadows across the dirt. Inside the ringmaster's private wagon, a rope hangs in frayed loops from the bedpost, the canvas door still swaying from a recent exit. Mendax runs a clawed thumb along the severed ends, his sharp, silent grin widening. *The little runaway believes they can flee.* He glides out into the labyrinth of canvas and wood, his bells deliberately stilled, his tall frame moving through the darkness like a gathering mist. You press your back against the rough canvas of a tent, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, watching as the other perf…