Homa had been too entranced by the inflamed clubs to really pay attention to their tour. The way they flipped through the are was enough to fill her with longing, envy even. It made her wish she had her poi with her, to feel the warmth of fire in the palms of her hands.'
was everything it had promised to be thus far, that is strange
. Homa had passed by at least four other beings who look well attuned to her element amongst other oddities. She knew she should just feel right at home here but somehow she felt as if she was merely a stranger, walking into the forbidden realm of the supernatural without nothing short of an invite. She honestly knew nothing about elves and pixies and demons, or whatever, nothing except what she's seen on TV or read in books. She was never that much of a mythology person to begin with. All she was ever really interested in really was her own cool fire powers and coming terms with said powers. Actual research never really crossed her mind.
Looking around at the other rookies, the Genasi felt another wave of jealousy. There was a pixie, a demon, a creepy kid with no eyes, and she had no deal what was the deal with the other three but she took no chances in believing they were completely normal either. Her eyes could practically burn a hole through there skulls. She was waiting for them to turn around and make some smartass remark...just something that would taunt her into an attack. No matter what she had done to regain faith in the goodness of other people, she just couldn't put her trust in these people. And that's another thing; half of them weren't even people.
Suddenly the flames that had become her first pair of friends inside the circus died, and Homa's soul wept. They were good company, while they lasted. Now she would be forced to make friends.
Homa supposed she should be thankful, one of the extravagant looking men traveling with them offered to take in a roommate. However before she could say anything, some happy-go-lucky bitch opted for that chance. Homa stood seconds away from knocking that smile off her face, but somehow she couldn't find the courage needed for it, which was weird for her. She didn't know why, but there was something about that...bounce
.'No Homa, she's obviously a demon who eats people like you'
, plus she was obviously fake as hell. Yet, that strange physical attraction she felt in her abdomen was completely clashing with her strict "No Plastic Barbie Dolls" rule.
Instead, she resorted to a cold, icy glare, which was something she didn't do often. She hoped that sent the message; "Stay the fuck away from me".
Unfortunately her eyes would give off an entirely different message: "Please room with me, I am a desperate and lonely little punk". Not that Homa noticed.
Thankfully, a loud rumble originating from her stomach interrupted her thoughts. "Why the hell are we rooming now?"
she heard herself groan. "Fuck, don't tell me I'm the only one that's starving here!"
, a side effect of being the love child of a human and elemental, Homa must face the risk of burning off too many calories. As a result, she has a rather large appetite for a woman of her size. "Is there a place where I can get some free food? Preferably something spicy?"
No thoughts of food could get her eyes off the succubus however. It seems that the mere mention of food got her drooling. She had to wipe her mouth quickly, hoping no one would notice. But it was probably too late for that. No doubt the perky bitch caught whiff of her stares and started plotting some obscene plot to embarrass her in front of her peers. Wasn't that always the plan after all?
And then some soft hearted twerp with a heart of gold would appear and make her care
. Honestly that shit annoyed the hell out of her. It's bad enough Homa was beginning to wonder how well
the succubus' skin must taste. No amount of brain bleach would rid her of that embarrassment.