|Ringmaster (hardshelled) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-11-28 12:26:00
|As far as the first day of the Wild Hunt went, the year's opener had been drenched in blood, pain and sacrifice. The humans and newer creatures that had decided to stay out for the first night quickly made the decision to be locked in for the next two days after witnessing the horrors of monsters released from their human ideals. Most of the members of the current coven leaned toward the dark or sat comfortabling in the grey area making the sacrifices that a few used the time to give far more elaborate than previous decades. Instead of one sacrifice, several had been used to appease whatever gods or demons they felt they appeased with each death.|
Each locked down trailer blocked its occupants from the terror of the shadowed world from sight and sound only. It worked for most to have only those senses blocked, easily ignoring all other sensations they might pick up. All but a few had any issues from inside their ignorance. Kennet's power pulsed lightly in the face of the Wild Hunt. While his chains too had been loosened to see what games he might play, Kennet still had to keep watch of employees, whether locked away or not. If security mumbled about their inability to have a choice in the matter, they knew nothing of what the Djinn gave each time the Wild Hunt happened. At times, Kennet came to the conclusion that Management conducted the Wild Hunt to prove a point with him, but then logically the Djinn knew the real reason the Wild Hunt happened.
Cloaked in the black feather of his large crow form, the secrets hidden beneath secrets hidden behind the magical locks of Kennet's shields on the trailers called out to him. The beating of unknown other senses caught up with one of his employees; a situation the Ringmaster would have to handle quickly or risk consequence of loosing an employee.