Hi this is my first submission tell me what you think. Also I am looking for a editor if there are any volunteers. I hope you enjoy this, and there are many more on the way.
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Welcome to the circus one and all, see the freaks of the were world do amazing things. Ha, what a joke. To someone like me, someone in this circus, it was not amazing, and we weren't freaks. Oh, yeah, we were odd. Some of the oddest people out there. I laid on my bed and looked up at the top of the tent. I shared a tent with no one, because not a soul in this circus was brave enough to room with me. I was the true freak among freaks. I was both a were cat, and a were wolf. That was common theses days, but what I could do with the world around me was not. I could manipulate every element around me. It got boring to me after awhile, but the crowds loved it. They especially loved it when I combined it with a dance. I loved to dance. That was the one part of my act I could tolerate. I loved to hear the beat of the music and let my body flow with it. I was a extremely graceful dancer. We were leaving tomorrow, to head back to the states tomorrow. We had been in Europe for the summer. Now as winter approached we headed back home. To work on new acts in the long gaps between shows in the winter. I sighed deeply and curled up in my blankets. My long white hair wrapping up in the blankets as well. It was down to my but. The ballerinas loved to braid it in a million braids for my fire dance. They said it made me look more exotic. Like they would even know. I let them, it was better to indulge in peoples little pleasures, then being stuck alone. Like I am most of the time. The animals in me craved others. I didn't know whether to call it a pack or a pride, so I always called it a clan. I fell into a fitful sleep. When I woke up I could hear the beginnings of the circus packing.
I groaned and got up changing into my black pants and white button up top. It hugged my d breasts well. You could see the lace in my bra. I was 5 food 6 inches, with a slender waist, bright blue eyes, and a athletic form. The guys always hit on me, but kept a wide birth. I packed my bag and tossed it on my back. I walked around barefoot. It was just a habit, I had never grown out of. I grew up a orphan of the circus. My parents killed in a fire accident. I don't remember them, so there is not much to morn. Unfortunately the feeling of being inevitably alone eats at you after a while. Not having any roots to hold on to. Having nothing, and no one to lean on. I had lived that way for the last 22 years. I turned and looked at the tent as I exited it. I forced the pegs out of the ground and made the air wind the rope up and fold the tent away. I placed it all into my pack and walked toward the caravans. People moved out of my way as I walked toward the lead part of the caravan and got inside the rv. I always traveled in the ring masters rv when we traveled to the boat. He was the only one that could feel comfortable around me. Having helped raise me in his own odd way. I sat on the couch and looked out the window. He came in after a while. He smiled at me. He wasn't a bad looking man. He was a vampire, and that within itself, made the others afraid of him. I wasn't, he knew any day of the week I could kill him. I just wasn't that hostile. He loaded it all up and started to drive.
"I have a idea to run by you Mia." He said and I got into the passenger seat, my curiosity peaked.