Post by ray on Jul 2, 2011 14:00:09 GMT -4
it was early in the morning, the sun hadn't risen yet and there was a chilly breeze cooling through the site of the cirque. most of the members of the cirque were asleep, tightly snug in their beds, or cages. one of the members didn't need sleep just as much as the rest, and whenever she did, it would only be for around three hours. it was just a perk for how and what she was. well perhaps not a perk, a lifestyle choice. joy, in the cirque, kept mainly to herself. of course she was liked and she didn't think too badly of everyone else, however joy was just one of those people who liked to be alone. but she wasn't technically alone.
joy was laying in the middle of the stage of the theatre. her steps had left behind a small path of grass and blossoming flowers. under her was a patch of grass, just like the path she'd made, but it was risen slightly. almost like a rostrum, a stage ontop of the stage. joy was dressed in little but vines and a light jacket to cover her chest. she was cooing over a small flower that opened delecately to reveal a delicious scent, and wonderous colours of beauty. the garden surrounding joy waved in the breeze from the door she'd opened. joy was happy in the dark quiet, but was momently disturbed by a noise. it broke the silence like a bang of a gun. joy's eyes darted to the door, and she glared for the being that disturbed her.
it was sheer stupidity that someone should dare follow joy, let alone step all over her grassy path. she rose slightly from her organic throne and readied herself. this unwelcomed visitor would pay.
