F R E A K S H O W [Come one, come all]

[Amarantha]

The huntress stands on the precipice of the forest, her beryl hues trained indignantly upon the circle of freaks before her. At the center of them all the clown takes his place, despite her height she found herself craning her neck to get a look at the red nosed stag that had replaced the autumnal queen. If she hadnt known better Amarantha may have laughed, but for now she is hidden, waiting. 

The woman knew better than to think she was completely incognito for, she wanted him to know she had been there watching him, unseen despite her stature. She listens to the ghouls creep forward and try to capture the stallion's interests. 

Fools. All of them.

Could they not see they would only be chess pieces? Little parts of his intricately designed puzzle? Her head cocks to the side as some begin to speak, dark tresses flopping over hauntingly pale eyes. The pupils are small and trained sharply on the Clown King. Sooner or later they would speak, but for now she is silent. When they have all finished speaking and the forest is silent once more she turns. 

The shadows that robed the night bird drag dutifully across the darkening forest floor as she takes her leave. How interesting this place may proove to be. 

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OOC: To clarify, Rant is still a resident of Nerine. She just likes to be nosey.