Ask Pitch Black

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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She yelped softly and backed away from the darkness that seemed to have a life on its own, moving and twisting, curling around her being and letting go, she bit her lip and quickly stood up, looking around. Maybe she overdid it with her powers? Maybe this version wasn’t something to kid or downtalk?

As if that worked at any time..

She sighed, looking away. “I’m sorry for my disrespect…I will cease to act like a moron and I thank you for your help…even though I do not deserve it, as it seems” she frowned lightly. “I don’t understand still why you chose me though. I’m not really … remarkably odd, nor special…” she looked down onto herself. “…You could have chosen any prey, the town is big enough to find a victim. So why me?”

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The shadows began to fade slowly, the lights of the city beginning to pierce through the goom. Pitch relaxed. He considered her for a moment before finally smiling. “Quite simple, really. Your father and I don’t particularly care for each other. So how better to toy with him than show his daughter a way out of his clutches?”

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With a huff, she began to chuckle and shook her head "Well, that is indeed an easy explanation. Enough for me anyway" she smirked and tilted her head. What he was doing there before though, before he knew she was the daughter of ther Erlking was still a bit of a miracle, but why not enjoy that mystery why it lasts? "Well, Nightmare King, I’m curious to how you will bring me away from him? He is not a mere fae, bound to anywhere, he can travel through land, water, mist and ice…how can you outrun someone who practically is the wind on your skin? He is from another universe, entirely more powerful than the sorry excuse he replaced…" she frowned lightly. "Really…I am curious how I could even manage that"

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Pitch grinned. "My dear, there are many places in this world where one needs to be invited to enter. And he certainly isn't invited to any of them. Take your pick...the Unseelie Court, the Market...even my own little patch of shadows is a place he cannot tread."

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Disney Villains Asks

The Evil Queen: Something I want

Gothel: My age

Cruella: My favorite animal

Jafaar: Three wishes I would make

Ursula: My favorite song

Maleficent: Something that makes me angry

Hades: A goal for the future

Madam Mim: My favorite color

Queen of Hearts: The sports I play

Scar: How I get along with my siblings

Clayton: What I would do with a thousand dollars

Shan Yu: A country I want to visit

Gaston: Something I like about myself

Frollo: A guilty pleasure

Dr. Facilier: Do I believe in ghosts?

Madame Medusa: My birthstone

Lady Tremaine: Do I want kids?

Captain Hook: The story behind a scar I have

Syndrome: A superpower I want

Ratcliffe: A material possession that I love

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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Pitch glared at her, scowling with his golden eyes aglow with anger before, cloaking them both in a veil of darkness that teemed and twisted with activity. “Compared to me, you are a child. I have been part of this world for a very long time. So do be a dear and show a little respect.”

He sneered, his teeth on full display. “I’m trying to help you and this is the thanks I get. Well by all means, go right back to Daddy before he finds you gone and decides to take you back kicking and screaming.”

[drawntonightmares]

She yelped softly and backed away from the darkness that seemed to have a life on its own, moving and twisting, curling around her being and letting go, she bit her lip and quickly stood up, looking around. Maybe she overdid it with her powers? Maybe this version wasn’t something to kid or downtalk?

As if that worked at any time..

She sighed, looking away. “I’m sorry for my disrespect…I will cease to act like a moron and I thank you for your help…even though I do not deserve it, as it seems” she frowned lightly. “I don’t understand still why you chose me though. I’m not really … remarkably odd, nor special…” she looked down onto herself. “…You could have chosen any prey, the town is big enough to find a victim. So why me?”

[primordialshadow-blog]

The shadows began to fade slowly, the lights of the city beginning to pierce through the goom. Pitch relaxed. He considered her for a moment before finally smiling. "Quite simple, really. Your father and I don't particularly care for each other. So how better to toy with him than show his daughter a way out of his clutches?"

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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She backed a little more away and growled. “He doesn’t have t-to tell me” her blue moonlit blue eyes darting around. A corner. How typicall. She growled and focused back to him.

"You suck fear, isn’t that enough to know?" she huffed and gave him an annoyed look, that slightly came more panicked out. She gnawed her bottom lip and looked around. She hated how trapped she felt! An Alb shouldN’t fear the Nightmare King, he was a being similar to them, nothing something that ruled over them, but since she weakend… "Let me guess…primal fear huh? Well, go find i-it somewhere else! I don’t have anything" she spat and frowned.

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"…I don’t think you quite understand what I’m all about, nightmare." Pitch clasped his hands behind his back and smirked at her. "I’m not actively hunting you, or anyone. What I do is far more subtle and complex. Even if it does go unappreciated.”

He sighed melodramatically. “You know, there was a time when I was more appreciated by everyone. Now, though… I’m lucky if I’m even acknowledged at all. You are afraid because you want to live, aren’t you? Live and be free? It’s a very natural response. I am that response. I am will to survive, I am what tells a young lady not to go into a dark alley at night, what tells a young child not to go into the forest by themselves. Humans say the hair on the back of their neck prickles when something doesn’t feel quite right…well, I’m the one that does that.”

Pitch grinned again, amused that she was so ignorant. “I am what tells humanity to run from things like your father.”

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She huffed and rolled her eyes

"Oh yes, the poor king that got forgotten, because he couldn’t even stand a little bit of light!" She huffed and glared down. "It’s not like you’re alone at all in the world, Pitch. At least not as much as you think." her frown deepend and she looked away.

Shadows curled beside her and she played with them absently. “I understand what you are, what you are symbolized for. I understand that fear is also a survival instinct and that we cannot live without it. Else we would have been eaten already…” she looked up, “What you seemingly don’t understand, is that you take me as something lightly. You think I’m ignorant, a child, that should not be taken seriously.” she huffed and the shadow curled up to her arm and around her neck, down her other arm and curled like a tiny animal in her hand.

"You’re not the only powerful being…" she looked up and smiled slightly. "…not everyone you look at is someone weak. Even powerful beings feel fear…may it out of reasonable or instinctal reason. Now…go to someone else with enough fear to feed from, or give me a good reason why you should feed from mine"

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Pitch glared at her, scowling with his golden eyes aglow with anger before, cloaking them both in a veil of darkness that teemed and twisted with activity. "Compared to me, you are a child. I have been part of this world for a very long time. So do be a dear and show a little respect."

He sneered, his teeth on full display. "I'm trying to help you and this is the thanks I get. Well by all means, go right back to Daddy before he finds you gone and decides to take you back kicking and screaming."

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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She moved up and glared to him.

"Nightmare King. Should I bow now? Crawl before you?" she growled and huffed, shrugging. "I am not doing that" though her statur was unsure. Her own powers were lessend since she last talked to someone of his power. She had to be careful

"H-he…is not like that. He is not a youngling..he is older than the earth…since he doesn’t comes from this messed up universe, Pitch" she growled and glared at him, backing away. "If you excuse me….stop following me and sucking of my fear like a blood leech!” she hissed and turned around, trying to run away.

But who could even run from fear itself? It was a silly and very senseless task.

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"I never said you had to bow," he grumbled. Pitch watched her run, sighing dramatically with a roll of his eyes. "I don’t think you quite understand what I am, girl." He slipped back into the shadows, reappearing just ahead of her. "Let me guess. Daddy told you all about how I’m Fear, how I’m big and scary and unraveling a bit around the edges of reality. But he didn’t tell you the kind of fear I am, did he.”

[drawntonightmares]

She backed a little more away and growled. “He doesn’t have t-to tell me” her blue moonlit blue eyes darting around. A corner. How typicall. She growled and focused back to him. "You suck fear, isn’t that enough to know?" she huffed and gave him an annoyed look, that slightly came more panicked out. She gnawed her bottom lip and looked around. She hated how trapped she felt! An Alb shouldN’t fear the Nightmare King, he was a being similar to them, nothing something that ruled over them, but since she weakend… "Let me guess…primal fear huh? Well, go find i-it somewhere else! I don’t have anything" she spat and frowned.

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"...I don't think you quite understand what I'm all about, nightmare." Pitch clasped his hands behind his back and smirked at her. "I'm not actively hunting you, or anyone. What I do is far more subtle and complex. Even if it does go unappreciated."

He sighed melodramatically. "You know, there was a time when I was more appreciated by everyone. Now, though... I'm lucky if I'm even acknowledged at all. You are afraid because you want to live, aren't you? Live and be free? It's a very natural response. I am that response. I am will to survive, I am what tells a young lady not to go into a dark alley at night, what tells a young child not to go into the forest by themselves. Humans say the hair on the back of their neck prickles when something doesn't feel quite right...well, I'm the one that does that."

Pitch grinned again, amused that she was so ignorant. "I am what tells humanity to run from things like your father."

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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She hissed. “Even if you were not hunting me.” she spat and growled softly, catching her breath slowly and sigh. “…y-you were using me…I felt it” she sighed and slipped down the wall, gripping her hair.

"I…thank you for your help…b-but it won’t help…in escaping him. He is the winter, he is the air…" she whimpered and curled a little more together. "…he is the sea and everything…." she looked down to her bare feet and whimpered. "You cannot stop what is not really there sometimes" she said

"He’s the Erlking" she looked up, her moonlit blue eyes glowing. "And I’m his daughter. Love is something we rarely find precious…nor is cherished. I’m a fae…a fea of dreams and nightmares.." she huffed and grinned slightly. "Maybe you felt already something..interesting, no?"

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He almost growled at the accusation. Did she even realize what he was? But he kept most of his composure, only a slight bite to his voice when he spoke. “Oh, I felt it all right. Not what, specifically, but thank you for clarifying.”

Pitch smirked. “As for the Erlking, dear… He may be a powerful spirit, but I remember when he was a small weakling that came crawling out of the cracks of a lightning-struck tree. Do you have any inkling of what I am…?”

[drawntonightmares]

She moved up and glared to him. "Nightmare King. Should I bow now? Crawl before you?" she growled and huffed, shrugging. "I am not doing that" though her statur was unsure. Her own powers were lessend since she last talked to someone of his power. She had to be careful

"H-he…is not like that. He is not a youngling..he is older than the earth…since he doesn’t comes from this messed up universe, Pitch" she growled and glared at him, backing away. "If you excuse me….stop following me and sucking of my fear like a blood leech!” she hissed and turned around, trying to run away.

But who could even run from fear itself? It was a silly and very senseless task.

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"I never said you had to bow," he grumbled. Pitch watched her run, sighing dramatically with a roll of his eyes. "I don't think you quite understand what I am, girl." He slipped back into the shadows, reappearing just ahead of her. "Let me guess. Daddy told you all about how I'm Fear, how I'm big and scary and unraveling a bit around the edges of reality. But he didn't tell you the kind of fear I am, did he."

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

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Pitch froze, the smirk on his face falling in an instant.

She saw him.

He swallowed. His tongue felt thick, his throat tight, and he knew the feeling—he was afraid. How could she see him? Was she one of the Gifted Ones, the storytellers? No one had seen him—only felt his presence and took the inspiration he brought them—for a long time. Not since Howard.

Pitch drew a deep breath, breathing in her fear, exhaling it like air. “I’m not hunting you,” he clarified. “I’m trying to help you. I receive a meal out of the bargain, you have someone who can help you escape from the one you’re afraid of.” He stepped more fully out of the shadows, wearing his humanoid form. “Your…father, isn’t it? What a shame. So many who hate what most find to be the most precious of all…”

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She hissed. “Even if you were not hunting me.” she spat and growled softly, catching her breath slowly and sigh. “…y-you were using me…I felt it” she sighed and slipped down the wall, gripping her hair.

"I…thank you for your help…b-but it won’t help…in escaping him. He is the winter, he is the air…" she whimpered and curled a little more together. "…he is the sea and everything…." she looked down to her bare feet and whimpered. "You cannot stop what is not really there sometimes" she said

"He’s the Erlking" she looked up, her moonlit blue eyes glowing. "And I’m his daughter. Love is something we rarely find precious…nor is cherished. I’m a fae…a fea of dreams and nightmares.." she huffed and grinned slightly. "Maybe you felt already something..interesting, no?"

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He almost growled at the accusation. Did she even realize what he was? But he kept most of his composure, only a slight bite to his voice when he spoke. "Oh, I felt it all right. Not what, specifically, but thank you for clarifying."

Pitch smirked. "As for the Erlking, dear... He may be a powerful spirit, but I remember when he was a small weakling that came crawling out of the cracks of a lightning-struck tree. Do you have any inkling of what I am...?"

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

Pitch’s center, to borrow the Guardians’ term, was simple. Run. Hide. Fight if you must. Survive. No, not a center, not how they perceived it. Fear, flight or fight, they were what he was. They gave him power, fed him, made him strong. So it had always been, so it would always be. Even if he had become tainted by the complexity of humans. They had taken his neutrality, his sense of self, his peace and quiet. They had made him feel.

But much as he was loathe to admit, he needed them. He needed their fear. Both his survival and theirs depended on it.

Pitch followed the young lady secretively as she wound through the alleys and back streets of the city, feeding off her fear even as he drove her onward with it. It was easy for him to keep up with her using the shadows… There were other, more easier things to do to get his meals, but she intrigued him a bit. There was something about her that wasn’t quite right, a bit off somehow. A medium? A witch? He wasn’t certain. But his curiosity was getting the better of him, and so he kept his focus on her.

"Don’t look over your shoulder so much," he said with a laugh. "Do you want him to catch up to you? Just run. Run to the docks. There’s a ship there. They might take you with them….far away from him."

It wasn’t as if she could hear him, after all.

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She ran. She ran away from the man that chased her. Her father, her mentor, her master…ther Erlking. She whimpered when feeling the cold breath of something brushing against her back. She was doomed, she was trapped, cornered. It was unfair, she never would have thought he would come so close to her…

She waited at the corner, looking back and then…syping him.

She didn’t know him. She had heard of him, seen him multiple times in another time…but never so close, nor ever would she have thought he would feed on her. "W-who…are you? How…how dare you manipulate me!" she gasped, trying to catch her breath, growling. "W-who do you think y-you are? He might have not haunted me tonight…" she glared daggers to him, but kept her distance. "…why did you hunt me?"

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Pitch froze, the smirk on his face falling in an instant.

She saw him.

He swallowed. His tongue felt thick, his throat tight, and he knew the feeling--he was afraid. How could she see him? Was she one of the Gifted Ones, the storytellers? No one had seen him--only felt his presence and took the inspiration he brought them--for a long time. Not since Howard.

Pitch drew a deep breath, breathing in her fear, exhaling it like air. "I'm not hunting you," he clarified. "I'm trying to help you. I receive a meal out of the bargain, you have someone who can help you escape from the one you're afraid of." He stepped more fully out of the shadows, wearing his humanoid form. "Your...father, isn't it? What a shame. So many who hate what most find to be the most precious of all..."

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Self-Preservation (drawntonightmares)

Pitch's center, to borrow the Guardians' term, was simple. Run. Hide. Fight if you must. Survive. No, not a center, not how they perceived it. Fear, flight or fight, they were what he was. They gave him power, fed him, made him strong. So it had always been, so it would always be. Even if he had become tainted by the complexity of humans. They had taken his neutrality, his sense of self, his peace and quiet. They had made him feel.

But much as he was loathe to admit, he needed them. He needed their fear. Both his survival and theirs depended on it.

Pitch followed the young lady secretively as she wound through the alleys and back streets of the city, feeding off her fear even as he drove her onward with it. It was easy for him to keep up with her using the shadows... There were other, more easier things to do to get his meals, but she intrigued him a bit. There was something about her that wasn't quite right, a bit off somehow. A medium? A witch? He wasn't certain. But his curiosity was getting the better of him, and so he kept his focus on her.

"Don't look over your shoulder so much," he said with a laugh. "Do you want him to catch up to you? Just run. Run to the docks. There's a ship there. They might take you with them....far away from him."

It wasn't as if she could hear him, after all.

[spacemantheo]

M!A: You have been reversed in time. You are now 10 years old for 7 days!

"Where’s Dad? He should have gotten me up by now…"

// Just a note that he’s not going to remember people, he thinks (for the time) that he’s gotten lost.

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.....Oh, dear. It looked like Pitch was going to have quite a bit of fun.

The shadows writhed and slithered closer to the boy who would become the Golden General one day. Pitch chuckled and emerged from the darkness that surrounded Kozmotis. He hung back, just inside the bit of light that remained, his tall and lanky frame towering over the young boy.

"You know...it's not very safe to be out on your own like this. Children have a reason to stay close to their parents." His lips pulled back in a grin. "There's all sorts of things out there that would love to have a midnight snack."

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So Pitch....what do you think of 'just like her' by ymirr?

Can't say I've heard of it. Feel free to enlighten me, although I suspect that's what you already intended.

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That shadow looked odd, Which made Amaterasu paw at it with a whine.

Pitch felt the wolf-god pawing at what was currently his left leg. He raised his chest and torso out of the shadows, giving her a rather unamused look.

"Do you mind? There is a rather hungry bear snuffling around here somewhere and there are foolish children to scare away before they get too close."

[spacemantheo]

Seduce movie Pitch or book Pitch?

"That’s not a choice, their essentially the same damn blob of existence."

// Choose one.

*groans* “Fine. Movie Pitch.”

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"...Can't say that I'm terribly into your sort, but who knows? I might be surprised."

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,,Sì. Bello messere, could you give me some nice nightmare tonight? Something mysterious and scary, so I will get up sleepy and beautifully confused.." Said dark haired girl with lovely and kinda flirty smile.

"My dear girl, trust me... That little saying, you know... 'be careful what you wish for'? It's a saying for good reason. What does a child want nightmares for, anyway? Aren't you supposed to want to dream of unicorns or butterflies or dinosaurs or something?"

[askladypitchiner]

Tamer of beasts (RP with primordialshadow)

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Well, it wasn’t really a lion. Black lions were rare enough to be nearly impossible to find. Despite a small kerfuffle over terminology, it was eventually decided that a black panther was just as welcome an addition to the circus. But this panther came from a circus that hardly anyone dared venture when it set up its tents in any town. There were whispers among other troupes about the Cirque de Nuit, as it called itself. Rumors of darker things, of ghost performers and sideshow acts that hadn’t started out that way. Of animals that weren’t really animals. The panther was one of them. "Come in," they’d said. "You won’t believe your eyes," they’d said. Pitch should have known better. Now he was being dragged out of a wagon in a cage, in a form that wasn’t his own by any means. He was still groggy from being drugged and changed, but that didn’t mean he was less capable of making his displeasure known. "He’s a feisty one, you’ll find," the ringleader of de Nuit was saying, grinning his unnatural, shadowy grin. As soon as he saw that sharktoothed smile Pitch growled and rammed the bars of the cage, struggling to escape. You. You grinning bastard, I’ll kill you! He meant to scream it at the top of his lungs, but all that came from him was a vicious roar.

[askladypitchiner]

Ebony watched as the cage was rolled out, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the large cat. Even though it wasn’t a lion, there was still something incredibly majestic about the panther. Everyone gave a startled jerk when it rammed against the bars of the cage though. Ebony felt one of the other helpers pull her away a bit, but she pulled herself free.

"He’s in a cage, we’re okay," was all she said. The man frowned, but nodded, watching anxiously as the wagon with the cage was pulled out further. Tarp was soon pulled down to calm the animal down, so it wouldn’t get stressed on the remaining trip.

Still, Ebony thought as she signed a few remaining papers, she would be just as glad to get away from this circus as soon as possible. Perhaps that was why the panther had been so aggressive? Animals often had a better sense about things, and there was just something about the Cirque De Nuit that made her skin crawl.

"Thank you ever so much," the ringleader said, as he read over the final contract. "We hope you will enjoy having his majesty around…"

"Does he have a name?" Ebony decided to ask, and managed to somehow suppress a shudder as the ringleader gave her a smile as sharp as knives…

"Pitch. Pitch Black."

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And don't you forget it, you skulking demon. Pitch growled in annoyance as he reached out a paw to claw the cover enough so he could see. When I break out of this spell, so help me... His gaze turned to the woman, only barely visible through the torn tarp. At least she knew his name. But until someone knew him for the Boogeyman, he would have a rough time trying to break the spell that bound him to the panther skin that had been set around his shoulders in de Nuit. For the cold, his foot. He growled low in his throat in his displeasure, slumping to the floor of the cage, tail twitching in displeasure at the entire situation.

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,,Oh, Ciao there!" Said dark haired girl with strong italian accent.

"Ah, buonasera. To what do I owe the pleasure, hm? Too many good dreams lately?"

[askladypitchiner]

Tamer of beasts (RP with primordialshadow)

Ebony Centaurii had worked at the circus ever since she had been a child. It came with the package, when your father was the Ring Master, and your mother one of the best trapez artists. But while Ebony herself certainly had grown up learning acrobatics, her true passion had always been with the animals. Somewhere along the line, she had managed to work her way up, until she finally was working with the giant cats. The lions, the tigers, the leopards and the cheetahs. People always believed them to be dangerous, and that was understandable! Ebony’d had a few close calls with the cats, but it depended on the animals too. She had known some of them since they were cubs, and others had been sold to them from other circus’. Sometimes, she even helped with cats that had been sold illegally and either got them relocated, or helped them recover from horrible abuse, usually if they had been exotic pets of some kind. Sometimes they could be helped, and sometimes they couldn’t. Today however, was one of the days where they were going to receive a new animal for their own circus family. Only six months earlier, their oldest lion Caesar had been retired and allowed to live the rest of his time in a comfortable zoo. The owner of the circus had asked around, and had eventually found a new lion for the lead. Ebony had only seen the papers that sounded legit enough, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit giddy. It was always exciting to meet new animals.

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Well, it wasn't really a lion. Black lions were rare enough to be nearly impossible to find. Despite a small kerfuffle over terminology, it was eventually decided that a black panther was just as welcome an addition to the circus. But this panther came from a circus that hardly anyone dared venture when it set up its tents in any town. There were whispers among other troupes about the Cirque de Nuit, as it called itself. Rumors of darker things, of ghost performers and sideshow acts that hadn't started out that way. Of animals that weren't really animals. The panther was one of them. "Come in," they'd said. "You won't believe your eyes," they'd said. Pitch should have known better. Now he was being dragged out of a wagon in a cage, in a form that wasn't his own by any means. He was still groggy from being drugged and changed, but that didn't mean he was less capable of making his displeasure known. "He's a feisty one, you'll find," the ringleader of de Nuit was saying, grinning his unnatural, shadowy grin. As soon as he saw that sharktoothed smile Pitch growled and rammed the bars of the cage, struggling to escape. You. You grinning bastard, I'll kill you! He meant to scream it at the top of his lungs, but all that came from him was a vicious roar.