Snippet #1882769

Sixx looked away from the black sky and towards Raven, giving her a small smile. "I shall do that immediately," he responded, rushing over to the tent where several small children wondered in. He always loved seeing the horrified reactions small mortals gave him as he spread his beautiful wings, which were as white as snow at the moment. It was ironic how they faded in the sunlight, but that was yet another thing that he adored so much about them.
"Good evening, young ones," he announced as he walked into the tent, holding his arms out like a magician would before performing a trick. He flapped his massive singers twice, which already sent them running away, one of them tripping twice. Chuckling to himself, he exited the tent and looked around. Hopefully, his performance tonight was pleasing to the Ringmaster.
He knew that everyone here abhored the Ringmaster more than anything, yet for some reason, he found himself quite fond of him. Sixx couldn't recall a time when his performance was less than perfect, or a time when he intentionally got on the Ringmaster's bad side. His plan was always the same: Perform, impress, scare. It seemed effective enough. Smiling to himself, Sixx ran a hand through his black strands of hair, then adjusted the black rosary around his neck as he usually did.