Snippet #2041821

Cages closed. Animals settling in. Employees making their rounds about the cages. Twinkle sat legs folded in the exact center of his tiny square cage with hands calmly placed palms up on his lap. He breathed in and out allowing his bare chest to rise and fall with the sun's hot rays beating down against his dark skin. Wind blew across the zoo of humans and with it bringing concession fumes. Twinkle hadn't eaten in a week or so. It was his choice of course, not to eat, but the tempting scents battled his hungry stomach with a growl. Food was a delicacy from the spirits. Twinkle would never accept his feeding unless absolutely necessary.

His eyelids were lazily covering his pale white eyes as he waited patiently for the crowd to come in. Twinkle's cage was never a main attraction by any means; especially not compared to the winged girl or the sticky feet others, but he tried to draw in a few passer-bys. The "skill" he possessed only showed itself every three months, so Twinkle manipulated his appearance to bring the audience to his cage.

With a clean shave a few minutes before cage call from Jack, Twinkle's facial vandalism stood out above most others. His bald head had a tattoo of a small sunflower at it's peak and his neck was slithering with small vine ends coming up from his back. He also had a pierced right eyebrow and a nose ring resembling a bull. With ear lobes gagged, it drew attention to his three stars inked in the shadows of his chin to represent the three sister tale. Down the spine of his back, Twinkle had the aligned planets out of order with a few moons added in and a grape vine weaving around them. Where sleeves may have gone if Twinkle ever agreed to wear anything but his loin cloth, were yet more collage of tattoos. His body was decked out from head to toe and it was the edge he needed to bring audiences eyes near.

Any minute now and the curious normal human's would arrive awaiting a show and entertainment.