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@jennthefox
Suffocation | Open Para
Jennifer sat in an open field not far from the cirque grounds. A couple of her animals had asked to come, but she wanted to be alone. It was all becoming so overwhelming. Normally she could just put whatever was bothering her at the back of her mind and focus on something else, something that didn't matter. But the last few days she had barely spoken to anyone. It was hard to stay distracted when you had no one to distract you. She barely felt like trying anymore, it was pointless. Back home, she had grown up with everyone she knew. She didn't have to try. Even if she didn't like those people, she at least knew that she could call someone up and offer them a free night on the town. And ninty nine percent of the time, they'd accept. They'd be fools not to, everyone knew who Jennifer was. Everyone wanted to brag the next day about the awesome night they had. Here though... that didn't matter.
Jennifer had grown up alone. She was always surrounded by people, but she was always alone. She was used to it. What she wasn't used to was the constant traveling, the different species, the powers... her own abilities. It had all happened so fast, she barely had time to think about it. She could walk around and pretend that it was all normal, that she was absorbing it all without a second thought. But it was beginning to suffocate her. A year ago she was a normal girl. A normal girl in a normal world where nothing supernatural existed. And now... she was surrounded by freaks. She was a freak herself. Sure, it was kind of cool, but if was scary, too. The world she knew burned up in flames the day she stopped that dog from biting her head off, and she knew she could never go back. She always convinced herself that she could, she could go back home whenever she wanted and it'd be like none of this ever happened. She could forget what she was and what existed. But she knew she couldn't. Nineteen years old and it was like she was learning how to walk again.
The animals had noticed a change in Jennifer over the last week. They noticed, even if no one else did. That's why she wouldn't let them come with her tonight. She just had to let go, there was so much inside of her that had to be let out. She couldn't bear it to let her animals see her weak. But she was alone now. She wasn't sure when it happened, but as the stars above her began to blur, Jennifer realized that she was crying. She wiped the stupid tears off of her face but they kept coming. She finally just wrapped her arms around her knees and laid her head on them, letting herself cry. It felt good.
Finally, when she had exhausted herself, Jennifer rolled onto the ground, using one arm as a pillow and the other to aimlessly pluck at the grass. Even at night it was warm here, the shorts and t-shirt she had thrown on after her show were enough to keep her comfortable. She just stared in front of her, not really focusing on anything in particular, when she suddenly sensed someone. She didn't hear them at first, but she knew they were there, coming closer to her. Without moving, without even turning to see who it was, Jennifer spoke. "Come any closer and I'll rip your heart out." The threat was emotionless, her voice low and hoarse as she plucked a blade of grass out of the ground and rubbed it between her thumb and index finger. Of course she wasn't going to stop them, she didn't care enough. She just hoped that they'd have the common decency to leave a girl at peace.
Blithe was terribly amused by the flash of small sharp teeth though she didn’t offer more than a small smile, watching as the small creature grabbed the bone and bounded away, licking and gnawing the meat off with it’s tail curled as close as possible. “Don’t worry,” She told the little predator, “Two sets of skin is enough, I hardly need three.” Not that she was a fashionista either, but that went without saying. She was dressed in the clothes that had been in her caravan upon joining the cirque- the jackets, the simple shirts and boots. She had no need for novelty or brand-names, only functionality.
She fell silent then, continuing her meal. She ate, and ate, and ate, every package being unwrapped with eager fingers and enjoyed, every bite of bone and blood and flesh swallowed down like she grew hungrier with every bite rather than more full. She ate her way through the first butch’s bag, and then the second, tossing the occasional tidbit to her companion. Finally she started on the lamb, dragging it up by it’s neck, peeling the brown paper and twine from her prize. Her teeth crushed into skull, lips pulled back a little too fair, eyes almost wild with her eagerness.
When the feast was over she was left licking her lips, face smeared with blood, looking down at her hands and then over at the fox. “You have no idea how lucky you are.” She told it, digging for the cigarettes in her jacket pocket.
In her fox form, Jennifer felt this was the perfect way to spend an afternoon. Delicious scraps being throw her way, company that kept it's distance and the warm sun on her back. She could have spent the whole day doing just this and she'd be fine.
In between gnawing on bone and eating the meat, the fox was content with just watching the strange woman. How odd it was to see a person eat in such a way. Human Jennifer would have been appalled, but the fox was intrigued. What was she?
As the woman finished her last few bites, the fox had put her skittishness behind her. She stood and pranced towards the woman, hopping up onto a fence post near the blonde. With her nose in the air, Jennifer sniffed, trying to place the scent. She wasn't a werewolf, but she wasn't a human, either. How odd. The longer Jennifer was in the cirque, the more she realized how ignorant she was to everything not-human.
In reply to the woman's words the fox cocked her head to the side, as if asking how exactly she was lucky. It didn't matter, really. The fox had already decided this woman was no threat. She had been fed, and that was enough for her. Had she been a human, she might have realized how wrong she was. But the fox's thoughts had already begun to overshadow the human's.
Not completely, though. With a quick movement, the fox jumped off of the fence post and looked around. How long had she spent here? The sun was much lower than when she had woken up. She had to go, she had to do something... she had to.. had to... change back. Why? Why? There was something she had to do, she knew she'd remember once she was human again. With one last look back at the kind, strange creature, Jennifer sprinted away, headed towards the caravans.
He smiled shyly letting the light dance around his fingers like a ribbon of light, changing colour. “I don’t have to harm anyone unless there was a-an aggressive demon or another angel.”
He giggled a little at her questions. “Angels don’t really…see so I couldn’t explain in t-to you. But to humans it looks like their happiest memories.”
Jennifer's eyes grew wide at Leviticus's answer. "Why would two angels fight?"
"Can you see now? And that sounds... hmmm, interesting. I wonder what it'd look like for me."
I’ve noticed that about people nowadays…So impolite.
I’m a musician.
There are times and places for politeness.
Hmm. Sounds neat. You any good?
Oh no....
Well… I’m a pretty phenomenal man too.
You're alright, I suppose.
Shoulda seen me as a man, though. God, my hair was almost as good then as it normally is.
"I wouldn’t smite you" he pouted looking a little upset. He raised his hand nevertheless light dancing from it. "I would have to touch s-someone to p-physically harm them but I’ve never had before."
"pastafarsm? Humans a-are very strange. There i-is no flying food monster t-that I’ve heard of."
"Okay, good. Good." Jennifer nodded her head in relief, before noticing the light coming from his hand. "Woah." She took a step back, but still leaned in forward as she watched it. She stood back up straight when he began to speak. "What would have to happen to make you harm someone? Isn't that kind of the opposite of what an angel should do?"
"Thank god. Er, goodness... thank goodness... So what's Heaven like? Just a bunch of gods and stuff walking around? Is it really cloudy?"
That’s good, seeing how it’s polite to remember a person’s name. Unless that rule has changed over time.
I don't quite care about being polite. Though, I do have a knack for remember names.
So, what do you do around here?
Oh no....
Weeell, I wouldn’t have been a minion anyway. I was too great a woman for it.
Well, you're a man now so none of that even matters.
"Well think o-of them as another species. I very power o-one at that but just another species." he giggled once more watching her amusedly "Um… spaghetti? Is t-that not human food? Why would food be a God?"
"Right... another species... another fricken literally almighty species... could you like.. smite me? Just point a finger at me and shoot me down with lightning?" She asked, trying to act like she didn't care as much as she did. "The flying spaghetti monster, you know.. pastafarsm or something.. pastafarianism I think. There's a whole church for it, a bunch of boys at my high school said they were in it."
"I think so…"
"Some times, but I prefer to walk, it takes less eff-effort. Yes Gods, there’s father who created a-angels. There’s Ganesh, Ares, Isis, Odin and so on.” he giggled wings flickering slightly at her reaction. “Most only want power, Father always w-was fond of humans, of course you’re n-not required to follow any of them.” He nodded grin widening shyly and agreed “I am an angel. And yes heaven is my home, and h-hell…it exist too, filled with d-demons though.”
"I'm feeling lightheaded... You'd think this would be easier to take in after finding out about vampires... werewolves... shapeshifters.... but this religious stuff is on a whole other level. The.. the flying spaghetti monster guy, please tell me he's not real. That would be scary."
Oh no....
Oh, sweetie, I think I’d have made you my minion.
Don't sweetie me. I'm not anyone's minion, and actually, I take it back. I wouldn't have wanted you as mine anyway. I prefer flying solo.
Oh no....
Exactly. I can’t be desperate if I say no.
But you can still look desperate, is what I'm saying. Too bad you weren't a woman for longer, I could have taught you so much. Could have made you my own little minion.
"Freak is far from w-what any here are."
"Oui very real and y-yes I can fly. Although t-to humans it looks like I am ‘teleporting’." he paused saying the word slowly. "Father? yes f-father is very real, as are many other Gods."
"Ya think so? Well isn't that sweet of you. I dunno, I guess I feel pretty freaky sometimes. Maybe it'll wear off."
"Interesting... Do you fly often? And wait, many other gods? Holy sh.. you know, this is a lot to take in for someone who was agnostic at best before this conversation. Just.. give me a minute...." She takes a deep breath, raising her arms up and letting them fall as she does so. "So like, does he... er, do they watch us all the time like people say? This is so weird, are you being serious right now? You're an actual angel. From actual heaven. Wait, does Heaven exist? Does Hell exist? Is there a devil?"
Oh no....
Desperate? That’s why I turned them all down?
Which probably confused them all.
Oh no....
I beg to differ! I went to the club and I had like 15 guys ask for my number! I didn’t give it obviously so I was hot shit.
Fifteen? You probably looked desperate. They probably thought they were getting an easy lay.