{ Who } Kisa and Danny { What } Danny comes to see the newest addition to the circus and makes a decision. { When } Monday night { Where } The tend next to Maksim's Isaak's { Rating } G? { Status } In progress
The tiger sat. And waited. She was hungry. Maksim fed her only when he remembered to. When she refused to perform because she couldn't. He wasn't entirely starving her, but he kept her weak until showtime. He fed her then and only then, making sure she had enough energy to do a show before he starved her again. It was his way of making sure he didn't lose profits. She hadn't lost so much weight that she was scrawny, but anyone who knew what a tiger should look like would know that she was thin. To anyone else, she likely looked fine.
It was her awake time, though, and she paced in a circle in her cage, restless. She wanted out. Wanted to run. Wanted to hunt. The noises of the carnival were familiar, so she wasn't startled, but she was still uncomfortable. The iron bands at her ankles itched, her striped fur worn around them, rubbed raw, and she dropped down onto her haunches again to lick at them, her head lifting only when the tent stirred.