Cirque du Mort

[Seyka]

“Lion tamers? What do you mean by that? There’s no lion –

The sheer force of the beast landing right behind their ragtag group was enough to make the cat girl jump. Her kitty cat ears shot up with shock as her tail rose up in pure fear. She swallowed softly before turning her head around to meet with the chimera’s roar. Shivers ran down her spine not liking the sound. “Heh… good kitty, nice kitty,” a bead of sweat formed as she took a few steps back.

She watched Volkin take off to subdue the beast taking out a whip, and taking a crack at it by playing some kind of trick. She shook her head softly, watching as he commenced with his plan, hoping that he would be alright. “Here kitty, kitty, kitty~” she called out to it, making a taunting face, “Here kitty, kitty, kitty~!”

Distraction, distraction, distraction. Someone had to be it in order to provide some help for the others.

[Jabberwocky]

[Sorry for lateness! But it would seem I'm not the only one who is late. ;D]

Volkin cracked his whip and barked an order. The "lion" stared at him as if he was an ant giving orders to an elephant.

Seyka was taking a different approach. Instead of outright giving orders, she taunted. How she could think this was possibly a good idea was beyond the chimera's mind. Growling and baring its teeth, the monster approached her slowly. With hair on end, it was ready to pounce.

But then it was alerted. The small man with the whip was now sitting on its head. He had clinged to the monster's antlers and prepared for the worst. Not obviously liking having been mounted, the large beast gave a loud roar and thrashed about violently as it tried to toss Volkin off.