Sasha watched as his female companion left into the woods. Though he stood silent as he watched her go, a small glimmer of sadness went through him. He sat back up in the trees rather than followed her, resting his head against the wood. It seemed nobody wanted him around most days... ah... well... maybe... yes, he should visit her. He leaped down from his branch and jogged in the direction of the Ringmasters dressing room.

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Satisfied, Rosalnd smiled and watched her dearest Vladimir leave her dressing room. Internally, Medoh sighed. "Yes... he does seem... unlike himself today." She murmured, leaning back.
[i]"If he had a heartbeat he'd have a heart attack no doubt. Should you not ... ease his pains my dear?"[/i]
"Hmph." Rosalind folded her arms. "No dice my dear Medoh." She turned to face the mirror, her lips pressed into a small frown that was just barely a pout. "But the hunger is growing. Perhaps we should target another male, or female, for the time being." At that moment Sasha entered her dressing room, and she could see his expression in the dressing room mirror. She spun around in the chair slowly. "What's wrong my pet? Do you hunger?"
Sasha shook his head, but his expression still was heavy. He looked like a puppy that had been left outside in the rain, a look only achievable by someone with at least a bit of lycan in him. Rosalind smiled and patted her lap, Medoh falling silent. He didn't care for the sappiness of the Ringmasters relationship with--in his terms--the young male. Sasha came over and kneeled down, resting his head over the dress of her lap. Rosalind gingerly stroked his silver hair, and rubbing the space between his shoulder blades. It wasn't long before the hybrid boy began to drift to sleep, causing a small smile to form on Rosalinds lips. 
[i]"Perhaps this boy...?"[/i]
"Heavens no," Rosalind chuckled. "He's almost a son to me...." Her eyes darkened then, and she licked her lips. "Let's toy with the Imp."

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The next morning, from afar Rosalind watched the Imp, Blake, go about his duties. Sasha had slept on her lap that night and she had allowed him until she herself awoke this morning, finding him gone from her lap and working breakfast then, where they had exchanged pleasantries and went on with their day. She waited until Blake was on the catwalk, checking the lights, when in a plume of red and purple smoke she appeared opposite of him, sitting on the railing precariously several stories up from the ground.
"Hello Blake~"