Crossing his arms, Raphael listened to Kanec with an amused smile, tinted with something very similar to exasperation. "Ah... It does seem to happen to us quite a lot, no?..." He ran a hand over the back of his head, his eyes on the ground and his face dark. "Yesterday was probably a little worse than most of our other unexpected occurances. I hadn't really been prepared fot the past to catch up with me like that," He sighed dramtically, then placed both hands behind his head, laughing quietly in an effort to ease his own concern; His eyes on Kanec as the Shifter spoke again.

He blinked, dropping both arms and looking over at where Nylat was situated. It didn't take him a second to realise what she might be addressing, and smiled as he shrugged. "I'll talk to her later. I feel this has probably gone on long enough," He paused, then added. "It's about time someone spoke to Dravius... It was getting to the point where I would have had a chat with him,"

Julian, who had been silent and unmoving as the Ring Master conversed with Kanec, opened his eyes and glanced towards where Nylat seemingly had Dravius cornered, his dark blue eyes unreadable. His eyes then fell on one of the new people, Kioko. She looked rather upset, or atleast, like she had been at some point during the night.
Pushing himself away from Raphaels van, he headed towards the girl, hands in his pockets and the black leather he wore almost menacing compared to the other colours of the Circus, his voice, however, portrayed no such malice. "Are you alright?" He asked, stopping a few feet away. It wasn't really his thing, comfort, unfortunately, Raphael had instilled in him a long time ago the importance of as.sisting the new people and thier situations. They were all in this together, afterall.

With a curious eye, Raphael watched Julian walk away, before turning at the sound of another of the members emerging, this time; Spider. He smiled slightly, his arms crossed as he addressed the white haired male. "Morning. I'm sorry for going against your wishes last night, but we really didn't have all that much time to spend getting things sorted." He glanced around, before turning back to Spider, an apologetic smile on his face.

 ~~~

Still situated on the wall some distance from the new base, Maya was still silently conversing with the little orange and black butterfly, her face distracted. It helped a little, listening to them describe their own sense of freedom, the experience of fluttering without much aim through fields of wildflowers. She glanced away from her hand to look over the fields that surrounded them, taking note of the hedges and flowers that resided there. It wasn't nearly as beautiful as the butterfly seemed to think, not that she argued.

Another, larger butterfly, as white as new snow, landed on her shoulder, and she glanced at it only once before returning her gaze to the butterfly in her palm. It was pleasant, to pay attention to something so small and seemingly carefree, it kept her attention focused and spared her the task of needing to face any of the Circus members.

With a barely inaudible sigh, she closed her eyes and began to sing; Her voice quiet and somber as both butterflies present seemed to portray some strange understanding at her words. The song was a heartbreaking melody, her tone crystal clear, the stunning sound revertabrating in the air despite the volume. It didn't last long, and on the final note both butterflies made their way back towards the open fields, once again leaving Maya to her own thoughts as she watched them leave with a sorrowing smile.

((Aha... Ilu Nylat/Dravvy. xD))

Andrew jumped when a creature that looked like it was made entirely of black smoke and mist jumped out at him, swiping his mas.sive paws then disappeared. he looked down and closed his eyes, but they were there too, screaming and growling at him thought the sound was distant and muzzled. He put his hands to his ears in an attempt to push the sound away.

The hallucinations were getting worse, usually when he cut himself they wouldn't bother him it would clear his mind and calm him down. But now they were coming to him anyways, tormenting him almost constantly. He got up quickly and opened his eyes, the creatures disappearing. he swallowed, his breath shaky and he realized he had plastered himself to the tree behind him.

He cleared his throat and pushed himself off of it, heading back to the camp. When he was around those people, or a certain person there in the circus the creatures would mostly stay away. He was walking relatively fast, the creatures following him and circling him. He kept his eyes on the short wet gras.s as he walked, hands in fists at his hips. If he made eye contact, they would attack him, and he would fall into a killing spree.

Once he crossed some invisible boundary the creatures stopped. Andrew believed it was the abilities of a certain person in this Circus that kept them at bay, or possibly the combined abilities. Andrew didn't know, but he knew that he was going to stay here as long as possible. 

He turned around to look at them, breathing heavier than usual and eyes wide in fear. They stared back at him, screaming it their language and hissing viciously. Andrew swallowed and tried to catch his breath, hands balled into fists at his sides as he looked back at the creatures. He was standing beside some wagon, as if hiding behind it. 

[[ these creatures are only fitments of his imagination so they can't hurt anyone but him  and noone else can see them unless thats their ability so no one has to worry about them X3 this is just the craziness of my loveable Andrew ~<3]]

Alto sighed, looking at the sky. He looked down at his hands and was shocked that they were trembling. He grimaced. But that made sense. After last night....... His teeth clenched with an aduible snap and his fists closed into something similar to talons. His arms shook as he grabbed his head with his hands, his nails becoming similar to talons. They dug into his head. And he let out a hiss. He dropped his hands and clenched them into fists. Blood dripped from his fists as the talongs dug into his hands. "Raphael." He said, looking at him. "I have to leave for a few minutes. Watch over Silverbane." His voice was strained. He turned and he walked away. Once he was clear of the Circus, he began to run. His breath came in short pants as he ran. He ran faster and faster and faster until he was past the normal human speed. Past the demonic speed. His form all but disappeared as he ran. Suddenly, he stopped. He was in a clearing. it was dark, the light hidden from the trees. He dropped to all fours in the middle of the clearing. A low growl escaped his lips. His back archer and he glared at the sky, his eyes pure black with gold bars. He opened his mouth and roared. It was inhuman. Memories flashed through his head as his body prepared to change into the Demon King.

Break holding Silverbane at a distance, a disgusted look on his face.

Sara's body, limp against a rock, blood covering the rock behind her and a knife in her throat.

Silverbane, a gun shooting her through the shoulder.

His father as he killed his mother.

His brother as he was slowly taken over by the demons. His brother turned to him and smiled a sad smile. "Goodbye, Alto."

Alto lifted his head and screamed. His scream filled with a torture of a thousand souls. None speaking clearer than his own. His body was filled with cracks as his bones shifted and became bigger. His veins bulged and pusled and his hands clawed at the ground. Black fur and Black scales began to sprout over his entire body. Neon green venom oozed from the corners of his mouth. He screamed again, the venom hitting the ground and eating the gr*censored*. Slowly, and painfully, he made the change he had swore never to change. He became the demon king. His vision flipped off and a new vision flipped on. The demon cackled beneath his feet and bowed before him, terrified of his wrath. He hissed and a drop of venom fell onto a demon. The demon hissed and screeched adnw rithed in pain as it ate through him. The demon king watched on, content as he watched his minon die. He jerked his head back and forth, gazing at each demon in turn, relishing in  the screeches of terror and pain and the flinches. He roared. It was filled with something that could only be described as someone who relished in pain and death. Someone who relished in killing without mercy. He roared again and again and the demons cowered farther into the ground. He roared again and again. Finally, he was off, running through the woods. His eyes dead intent. Wherever his feet touched, the earth died. He growled and emerged into a field. He looked around, searching for the heat that gave off humans. He spotted one. He growled and slowly, he approached it, the shadows hiding him. His body all but disappeared. He approached it and finally, he revealed himself before the human. It was a child. No more than 9 years old. She looked up at him and there was a strange acceptance in her eyes. When she saw him, her eyes filled with horror and she opened her mouth and screamed. It was long and filled with utter terror. The demon king roaredwith laughter at her horro, he opened his mouth, and he bit into her, swallowing her whole. Her scream cut off and echoed throughout the valley. Silence followed. The Demon King froze, his eyes going wide. He began to gag, cursing in demon lanugage.  Pain laced through his back and he arched his back. Slowly, he shifted back. But it was more painful this time. As Alto began to emerge, the demon king screamed, hissed and roared until finally, He was gone and Alto was left. Alto stood there in the meadow, staring in horror at the bloodspattered shoes of the little girl. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth and screamed. His scream went on and on. He clawed at his head. "What the hell am I!?" He screamed. He dropped to his knees, screaming. His whole body trembled with the utter horror, utter sorrow, utter fear at what he had done. "SARA!!!!" He screamed to the sky.

Silverbane awoke with a start, breaths coming fast and hard. She jolted up, ignoring the pain that blasted through her shoulder. "Alto!" She cried. Then the tears began to flow and she cried there, her blindfold becoming wet and the wound in her shoulder throwing pain after jolt of pain at her.

(( Ironically, I was listening to Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace when I wrote this. ))

((Oooh~ It doesn't sound like he's anywhere near the Circus. o_O))

((-Stick nose into drama-))

Dravius's eyebrows arched as he followed Nylat apprehensively, his wide eyes narrowed. Dravius knew Nylat enough to know that he had done something wrong, possibly deserving of a cuff from those giant paws of hers.

Dravius was not looking forewards to the said chat, which would probably consist of Nylat walking in front of him and scolding him harshly, and she would be right ninety-nine percent of the time.

The Co-master kept the rag pressed to his lip, still rolling the silver-steel ring that he had accidentally ripped from his lip only a few minutes earlier. Nylat was always the most sensible one in their bit of beginning Circus, and Dravius had learned most of his manners from the hybrid.

"What did I do wrong, Ny?" Dravius asked through mostly closed lips, his voice soft as it floated through the red, now very bloody cloth.

((Nylat: *proud* I'm a role model.

Me: Stop being an airhead.))

Nylat stopped about ten or fifteen feet from the camp, and turned, sitting quite quietly. She made no move to answer his question right away, nor even invite him to sit himself. Instead she spoke, her voice emotionless.
"First off, we need to be on the same level, knowing exactly the same."
She'd known Dravius a long time, but then again, she'd known Kanec almost as long. The hybrid, though speaking without emotion, was definantly not showing no emotion. Her eyes were hard, and her ears were still flat. Her tail wasn't even curled around her feet like it normally was.
"So...what exactly do you remember from yesterday, after Break came?"
She was having a hard time keeping her temper down, and it could be heard in her voice. She didn't meet his eyes, rather looked off in another direction, and by the end of the sentence, the fur along her spine was bristled slightly and her words were laced with a bit of her fury.

Slowly, Alto stood up. His eyes were wilde and crazed. His hands had healed when he had shifted. But blood covered his mouth and hands. He stared down at them in horror. Then, without a thought in his mind, he began to walk. His arms hung limp at his sides, the blood dripping off them. He walked as if drunk, swaying and stumbling often. His mouth tasted of the iron sweetness of blood. A drop of blood dripped off his chin. He didn't notice when he walked into the Circus camp. He continued to walk, leaving a blood trail behind him. The crazed, wild eyed look in his eyes only grew with each step.

Silverbane sobbed until finally, the crying faded. Her blindfold was amazingly, dry. "What the hell?" She muttered, rubbing her forehead.

 ((Oooh. Wait. I have an idea. Let's have Maya find Alto. She's not precisely near the others, and it gives me something to work with. xD))

Without waiting for much of an answer, Julian's attention was immediately pulled by another being, a boy who seemed to be running away from something. Raising an eyebrow, he glanced over at the Ring Master, whose gray eyes were also on the new male.

Stepping forward, Raphael was the one who spoke, his voice a mix of welcome and caution. "Can we help you?" He asked, his hands behind his head as he looked the male up and down. He looked pretty ragged, that was for sure... He inhaled through his nose, then looked past the guys shoulder, attempting to glimpse whatever it was he was looking at, before raising his eyebrow in question.

~~~

Having not been paying too much attention to her surroundings, Maya took a moment to register what she was hearing. Hell, had she been even a few feet further away she probably figured she wouldn't have heard it at all.

A scream, terrified, full of pain , and very, very far off. She paused for a moment, then quite delibrately pushed herself into a run, taking flight in said direction. It didn't take her long to find him, and she landed not far; Her ex
pression both horrified and concerned. "Alto?... What the hell happened?" Her voice seemed to have completely recovered in the shock of what she was seeing.

Her eyes focused on the amount of blood dripping from the guy. With a few steady steps, she was stood next to him, figuring he was probably about ready to collapse. She had never really feared blood all that much... But even this was more than just a little frightening.

[[Blehg. I am too slow for this roleplay. (and don't bring anything to it.) Spider should just POOF away or something.]]

 Spider pulled his unlaced shoe delicately out of the mud and shoved it back on his foot. He leaned back into the trailer and grabbed his coat. As he turned, he blinked with minimal surprise at Raphael. He didn't say anything for a moment, and instead chose to stare silently at the Ring Master as he stretched his arms out and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Spider realized that he was a tad angry, and he wasn't sure why, or what he was angry with. It was an emotion he didn't like at all.

"Good morning," He finally said. "And that is fine. Nothing I am not used to." He shrugged a bony shoulder, hoping the subject would be dropped. Spider set his suitcase on the ground and shoved his coat into it. It was a warm day and it would not be needed. With this done he stood and stared blankly around. His plans today had been to put his coat in his suitcase and find something to eat. But he wasn't sure what course to take. Ask? He hated asking things like that.

So instead he twitched and squirmed nervously in place as he glanced around at the waking and the already working. It probably wouldn't be hard to find something to occupy his time this day. He'd be of some help somewhere around here, he hoped. His stomach growled grumpily and he looked down at it in shame and embarra.ssment. So impolite.