ㅤ
ㅤCould she how that
ㅤcracked armour shifted
ㅤunder his weight to show
ㅤthe missing arm now
ㅤreaching out for her , or
ㅤthe flames that began to
ㅤgrow ?
ㅤDespite the warmth and
ㅤtheir glow , the resulting
ㅤclaw dared to brush at
ㅤthe Jester's cheek .
ㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤThis wasn't a Pocket
ㅤMonster , nor was
ㅤthis a human .
ㅤThis was something
ㅤwholly new to this
ㅤwandering knight .
ㅤA mockery of what
ㅤcould be human , yet
ㅤwholly different .
ㅤ. . . They were small .
ㅤ
ㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤThe jester looking at the knight
ㅤㅤㅤwith such confusion . This isn't
ㅤㅤㅤ one of Caine npc nor a human
ㅤㅤㅤWhat was it .ᐣ Pomni was
ㅤㅤㅤhesitant at coming closer out of
ㅤㅤㅤfear but— it was just staring at
ㅤㅤㅤher .
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤOnly today would
ㅤ@DIGITALJXSTER
ㅤbe faced with that
ㅤlooming figure ,
ㅤeyes of billowing
ㅤflame staring down
ㅤat the colourful
ㅤfigure before it .
ㅤWas this one of Caine's
ㅤcreations ? No .
ㅤHow it got there ,
ㅤnone knew . Yet
ㅤhere he was .
ㅤ
ㅤ
ㅤHow long would that
ㅤclanking sound ring
ㅤout ?
ㅤMetal scrapping at
ㅤnormally colourful
ㅤfloors of a circus'
ㅤinterior without
ㅤfocus each and
ㅤevery night .
ㅤThe source never
ㅤseen , only heard .
ㅤ