Freja! Artistic Director, Equinambulist and Couturier of the Circus of Dreams
A small description of exactly what Freja does at the Circus of Dreams... Though it may have been shorter to explain what she doesn't do.
From concept to performance Freja has a hand in most if not all the shows under the big top on any given day. Costumes, Choreography, Posters, and Props cross her desk on a daily basis.
Under the lights she is most commonly found as a vaulter, roman rider, or herd director at liberty.
Her main mount Onyxmirror is her iconic companion in the ring, a vibrantly flashy mare Ydris and Freja scouted at a horse bazaar. After returning to the Highland, Onyx decided she would never again hide her magical coat, steel grey changing to bold black, white, and gold in a flash of light.
She is a pampered diva, trained in every discipline at least once, excelling in dressage, liberty, and airs above the ground. If Onyx isn't showing off across Jorvik, she's rifling through Ydris' pockets. The ringmaster spoiled her and Freja has no qualms letting him lie in the bed he made. Not that he minds, he has a sweet spot for the mare's flair and attitude, even if it does leave him wondering if he really did have an extra cracker in his pocket at some point or if he's just going insane.
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The Terror Twins have a story that is currently in the works, enjoy a snippet that goes with this illustration below the cut.
Minor Violence: run of the mill battle drama
âLinda!!â Athena yelled, anger tinging her voice. âMeteor, get your tail over here before I singe it off!â
âItâs the only way to stop him!â Linda ducked under a swooping shadow. âIâm almost there!â
Freja just about slid over the turf as she made the last push through the seekers to Ydrisâ side, her gaze frantically looking for the source of the pain etched into his features. His eyes looked down at her at her handsâ desperate patting, unable to speak as the next thunderous tick had him nearly curl in on himself.Â
Freja flinched with him, looking over to the source of the noise.Â
âThe clock?â She confirmed, gaze wide towards him. He mustered a nod, hissing through the throbbing pain emanating from his chest.Â
âLinda, you moron, get out of there!â With her closing in on the Rider pair, the Seekers took Athena to be a fresh target, and split their attack. Not only did it prevent Athena from reaching her goalâŚit allowed Linda to maneuver more freely.
She turned Meteor towards the seething wall of red and black.
âCome on boy, weâre almost doneâŚâ
Spinning âLypso out of the way of a particularly persistent Seeker, Athena realized she wouldnât make it. Searching for anything that would help, she spied Onyx standing in the thick of the shadows.
Standing completely untouched.
Licking her lips, Athena gave a sharp whistle.
Onyx immediately pricked her ears, casting about for the source of the sound.
âOnyx! Clock!â Athena pointed at the monstrosity sitting on the rump of the laboring Starbreed to make sure there was no miscommunication.
Her tail twitched, locking in on her target as her ears tipped toward Meteor and tracked him to the hoofbeat as she charged through the seekers who parted before her hooves.
The ground shifted and an unearthly gurgling growl shook the big-top into the beginnings of a teeter. Freja caught some of Ydrisâ weight as he winced, hissing something under his breath.
âHey, itâs okay. Iâve got you. Just hang on.â She soothed.
The red-head yelped as one of the shadows chasing her latched onto the arm she hadnât retracted fast enough. âBlasted sonuva-!â
The rest of her cursing was drowned out in a shriek as Linda realized exactly what was bearing down on her at high speed.
âIâm gonna die!!!â she squealed.
Black ears swept back as teeth bared, a touch of red gleaming in Onyxâs eyes. Her heaving breaths nearly drowned out the clock as her back legs tucked under her, sailing over Meteorâs shoulder to avoid his raised head that quickly ducked forward.
Hooves flashed out, smashing the top half of the clock off, nearly knocking Meteor off his feet.
Chipped gears and splinters of wood flew from the impact, peppering the footing of the ring as Lindaâs right hip happened to be right in the way of some of the shrapnel.
As Twins often do, us mods present to you~ Another snippet to ensure your terror comes in twos.
Short snippet of the fic in progress below the cut
Pandorian Mantas have a headcannoned Pandorian name of Flyrteps in the world of Jor Trouble. Which translates loosely to Flying Rug.
Athena ran through the silent village and across the bridge. It wasnât long before she stood on the step of Avalonâs house. Taking a second to catch her breath, she pounded on the door.
There was a bit of shuffling from the inside before it creaked open. Avalon stood in the doorway, air of extreme disapproval pouring from him.
âWhat do you want?â
âI need your brother.â
The door slammed in her face.
âAVALON, I SWEAR TO HIGH HEAVEN, OPEN THIS D-â
There was a second of scuffling before the door opened to reveal the person of her search, bowl of dinner in hand.
âSorry about that. Come on in.â
Stepping through, she came into the front room just in time to see Avalon vanish into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his hood.
Evergray followed her gaze. âDonât mind him. He and I just had a shortâŚdiscussion about door manners, and I donât think he liked how I delivered the lesson. Have a seat. What can I do for you?â
âGimme a secâŚâ
Ignoring his confused look, she turned around and fished out what she had come for. Cupping it in her hands, she turned back around.
âI need your help.â
The bowl hit the floor, pasta spilling onto the rug.
âIâd forgotten about âim earlier. He fell on me during the battle with Anwir, after his parents got hit by a stray shot that bounced. I have no idea what Anwir was slinging around, but it shot a hole right through them. I snagged him so he didnât suffer the same fate or get stepped on.â She ran a finger under the little mantaâs chin. âProblem is, I have no idea how to take care of one.â
His hands started forward before he caught himself.
âMay I?â
âGo ahead.â
Carefully, as if he was handling newly-blown glass, he coaxed the baby into his hands, bringing it up for closer inspection as he sank into the closest chair.
âHello, little oneâŚâ he whispered reverently.
Deep blue eyes studied the Ex-Druid.Â
âI donât believe Iâve seen one of your kind this young before.â
The tiny head tilted, wingtips pittering on his palms.
