Eyra, Olaf, and Oleg
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There was always a certain joyous feeling after Eyra completed a show. Almost as if a small fire was building up inside of her, gradually releasing it's flames until she would combust with happiness as soon as she lept off the stage. The roaring of the crowd, the intense and excting waves that would pass through her, producing shivers down her spine . Living and performing in the Circus were the two things the young insect manipulator loved most in the world.
As Eyra watched with glee as her darling Zalvema spoke, she couldn't help but feel at peace as the audience members become entranced by her. It was easy to lose yourself when Zuzu spoke, her voice as mesmerizing as a sirens call. Of course Eyra eventually became use to it, so it was always amusing to her to see the male audience members gaping like idiots at the ring mistress.
"I'm glad to inform you all, that we're staying one night longer than planned, thanks to a truly successful show,"Eyra's nose quivered in excitement, her hands clasping together as her body bounced up down. With her two thick braids slapping her petite shoulders, she knew she probably looked silly, but the excitement of staying another night overulled looking foolish. "Buttons! Did you hear that? We get to stay another night!" Several onlookers couldn't help at stare at her, seemingly talking to herself . They probably thought her to be insane , or at least they did before they saw the dazzling blue seven inch cobalt tarantula that was Eyra's dearst companion. The large spider would creep out of her pocket and onto her shoulder, perching itself there as if it was interested in what was happening as much as Eyra. Button's would clack his mandibles together at several people in the crowd, creating a few screams and several people running away from Eyra's direction.
"Oh you did it again you little minx! Keeping a low profile in crowds does not mean scaring other people." The fuzzy tarantula would click several times in an eerily responsive way to it's master , causing even more people in the crowd to back away from the strange girl.
Olad and Oleg clapped quietly, without the enthusiasm most of their peers had as Zalvema gave her speech. So they would be spending an extra day here. Big whoop. "Das ist mir furzegal. As long as the money keeps rolling in, not much else matters does it brother?" Oleg would comment, his raspy voice filled with distaste as his blue eyes continued staring at the spot Zelvema was standing in minutes ago.. Olaf's shoulders would shrug in response to his brother's words. He never had much to say about the situations the circus put him in. As long as he was able to pull off his acts and eat as much food as he liked, he was happy.
Turning his attention from his twin and the stage, Oleg would be surprised to see the crowd spreading slightly thin around the northern area of the camp. Once a few more people had back away, he was given a clear view of one of the circus's younger member's standing by herself. Of course, he only assumed she was alone until he spotted the reasoning behind the sudden thinning of the crowd. Button's, as it's master affectionately referred to the little monster was sitting rather cheerfully on Eyra's shoulder, almost as if it was purposely keeping both males and females alike away from the girl. Oleg himself had no such fears of spiders, even poisonous ones like the very specimen Eyra kept as a companion.
"Shall we go say hello Bruder?" The eagerness of his voice alerted Olaf that his twin was interested in Eyra, for whatever the reason may be. Another shrug from Olaf was all Oleg needed before sauntering off towards where the little dame was chattering to her eight-legged friend. "Good evening Mademoiselle. Eyra and Monsieur Buttons. We do hop you're both doing well this evening." Oleg would smile as gently as possible, though with his blood stained shirt and several cuts on his neck and arms, it was a bit hard for him to look anything but menacing.
In mid convo with the spider, Eyra's eyes suddenly widened and her mouth dipped open in surpise. The two twins, known better as the Macabre brothers, were walking her way with a determined look in on of their eyes. She assumed the one staring at her was Oleg, seeing as the other never really talked or really seemed to care about much other than his shows. When a greeting passed through his lips, Eyra did all she could to form something of a smile and to try and not looked completely freaked out. "Bon soir.." Eyra would mumble quietly, her eyes darting around them to look at anything she could focus on that wasn't bloody or bruised on their body. The ground seemed like the only option, and it's what her eyes stuck to staring at.
While Olaf would release a small sigh and kick at the ground beneath his feet, his brother would inch closer towards the girl and reach a pale bony finger out to brush away a piece of hair from her eyes. Obviously he made sure to keep his hand a reasonable distance from the spider next to her, but since he was still alive and without any bite marks, he assumed touching was allowed. " Eyra, would you mind so terribly if we joined you this evening? We could...go for a drink? What do you say?"
The only thing going through her mind while the man's slim finger moved to touch her was how much she wanted Button's to attack him. A shiver passed down her spine as his cold fingertip briefly made contact with her skin before brushing away the stray hair. The only words she would have used to describe the situation would have been fucking creepy. Throughout all this, Buttons had crawled back into her pocket , the air beginning to grow a bit chilly around them and the tarantula disliking it more than his master being touched.
"A...a drink? W-well ..." She looked for a good excuse, ANY excuse to get her out of the predicament. She didn't want to anger him, but she certainly didn't want to hang out with the guy either. There were limits to her kind nature, and this was way beyond them. Where the hell was any of the other circus freaks when she needed them?