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[s1nful-kitty]

anyone else terrified that their story idea is secretly terrible but too stubborn to give up on it?

[s1nful-kitty]

Noah’s Ark Circus.

After having escaped from the sex trafficking ring in London, she had been through countless events during her life as most of them had ended in death, blood, murder and her confinement. That “she” was Antigone Shirotora. A cat demoness. A “Bakeneko” more specifically. She lived most of her life on the streets until she came across a circus tent.

She entered.

She found out the people within the tents were from harsh, turmoiled pasts such as herself.

She was met with many unusual faces as the ringleader known as Joker had put her through a few tests and put her in the circus.

She made friends with many of the circus members but there was one person that she took the most interest in.

The animal tamer of the circus known as Beast.

Antigone looked up to her, saw her beyond her physical beauty. She admired her abilities. Her personality. She was told she was working alongside Beast and her tiger, Betty.

Now, with Antigone being a Bakeneko, these feline demons have the ability to shapeshift as her most common form was a cat. Her cat breed was a Turkish Angora but while she looked beautiful, she was more than that.

She was a force not to be reckoned with as she showed her through her actions.

She was sadistic, cruel, sneaky, quiet, deceptive. There was more beyond the surface, though.

Most people would describe her as beautiful as she normally has long white hair tied into a high ponytail with long strands hanging in either side of her face, her bangs swept to the side across her forehead. Her hair is what caught most people’s eye. It was long and naturally icy white with one singular black streak in her bangs.

She was well endowed. A curvaceous body type.

Silver eyes

One silver eye and the other all black with white pupils. She wears a blindfold most of the time to cover her eyes from the view of other people.

It was different during her time at Noah’s Ark Circus.

She was in her cat form, her long fluffy, feathery tail swishing side to side as she was determined. She listened to every order Beast gave her as she was rewarded. She worked hard.

The crack of her mistress’ whip is what drove her the most. She ran through hoops, jumped through rings of fire, knowing when and exactly to lay either beside or in front of Beast when her act was over.

She developed Beast’s personality. Looking up to her as she saw the animal tamer a role model. She’s the one that taught Antigone not to take shit from anyone, how to be stronger. She taught her how to act when necessary. That she was more than just a pretty face.

She loved Beast. She always looked up to her and always stuck by her side. She was there to comfort her during her struggles with Joker in the privacy of her tent. She offered advice only for her words to fall upon deaf ears once delivered to Joker.

Once she learned of the death of her mistress, she was beyond devastated. While Sebastian disposed of her scarf, Antigone kept her whip.

A piece of leather that belonged to the woman that had the biggest impact of her life will always have a special place in her heart.