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         It was too early in the morning for there to be so much noise. It filtered into her sleeping mind like a jackhammer, jerking her awake. Granted, it was mid-morning and with a performance in the evening, most of the circus members were busy setting up the grounds for the audience.

Still, it was too early for Aaina, especially as she had spent the last night hunting and killing a man. Cracking open an eye to see the grey sky, she growled and tried to turn herself over and go back to sleep. It was too late though, she was already awake, and sluggishly she sat on her haunches. Her mind felt foggy and she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. No good. If anything, she felt worse. Stretching herself lightly, she gave her black coat a quick groom, pausing only when she reached her right shoulder.

The blood on it had dried, matting the dark hairs surrounding the wound. Testing it with a roll, she hissed softly at the pain--while more of an annoyance than anything else, it was bound to get in her way this evening. She couldn't perform as either animal or human with this hindering her. If only she hadn't broken though that window...

Gently, she licked the area around the wound, using the pad of her tongue to clear the blood and feel for glass shards. Fortunately it felt clear--she must have managed to pull them out properly last night then. Standing now, she applied her weight to her right foreleg and was pleasantly surprised to find she could still use it.

Somewhat. She growled when her body dipped slightly as she tried to walk.

There was no point in putting it off--she'd have to find Thomas and have him fix her. Just as she was about to leave her room, she remembered Mr. Seil's order and with a huff, she grabbed the bag holding her clothes with her jaw. Why people were so worried about her clothes, she'd never understand. They only provided minimal protection.

And in the circus, it was even worse. As she sauntered through the grounds, she snorted at the impractical outfits she spied. The long capes, the bagging shirts, the ballooning pants. So easy to rip and tear and pierce through. So easy to trap a person, to slow them down. No, there was no sense to any of this and she had long ago given up on it.

Sniffing the air several times as she moved, she managed to finally catch his scent properly. It led to his room, as usual, and she snorted again. Without fail, he was almost always here. He'd probably never leave the room if it weren't for the performances and soul collecting. Though she had no idea how Thomas managed the latter.

He was a creature of habit. Easy prey. Perhaps one day she should tell him that. Not now though. Using her claws, she scratched the door for his attention.

Oh wait, she wasn't supposed to do that. Dropping her bag, she shifted back to human, the black fur on her body melting into the warm chocolate of her skin. Her claws shrank, her canines shortened--all that strength, all that power disappearing into the ordinary human limbs she possessed. She could feel her muscles shift, her veins and arteries changing to match her new physiology, a process of diminishing and she couldn't stop frowning throughout the process.

Her wish would fix this.

Pulling herself together, she reoriented herself to her new dimensions, slowly getting to her feet and knocking on the door properly this time. Then she reached into her bag and pulled out the bright orange shorts and lime green tank top. The bare minimum to be considered 'covered'. For some reason her circus mates really liked this combo, their faces always brightening when they spotted her.

She dressed slowly, waiting for Thomas to open his door. "My shoulder hurts," she said as she pulled on the shorts. He probably could hear that through his door.

Probably.