Aralie had no problem with her performance partner shaking her around. She knew what to expect and Rakkurat was conscious of how he handled her. Rough, but nothing she couldn't handle, and never too far. He snatched her up and bellowed his reigned rage and the audience gasped, worrying for her. When he tossed her she knew how to take a fall, same as she landed when the horse reared. She would run initially, try to get away, though there was never any real hope of escape. He reached her quickly, toying with her as she made an attempt to fend him off.<br/><br/>They all thought it was so exciting, a girl nearly crushed beneath the weight of a beast as he came over the top of her, frozen in their seats even as Rakkurat dared to get close to them as well. His focus always returned to her, and then when it would all change, Aralie would climb the big beast, grabbing hold of whatever she could. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck even as he attempted to shake her off, snarling as he tried to reach for her. She held fast, dainty hands fisting tightly into his hair.<br/><br/>He'd pause, and she'd pet him, portraying her forgiveness, leaning close to whisper into his ear as she'd done with the horses, though she didn't usually say anything at all. The audience would not be close enough to know the difference. It was then that she'd climb down from his body and they'd enter into a sort of dance. She was no longer running, teasing him instead with the fabric of the skirt that had been pulled away in the struggle. Taming a bull, overcoming her fear to possess it as she had the horses. She'd swat at him when he was too rough with her under normal circumstances but that isn't the image that they'd wanted to portray. She was supposed to be sweet and gentle, overcoming the beast with that alone. Not matching his ferocity.<br/><br/>Her alarm had eventually dissolved away until she was smiling, and with the last attempt at a charge, Aralie grabbed hold of Rakkurat's horns, exuding grace once again as he shook her around to dislodge her swinging body. She used him now to exude her sweetly impish personality, using this to charm the beast. He stood to his full height and she hung off him until she dropped into arms prepared to catch her. They would end their act with him lifting her up to set her now into the curve of one his horns, one mount exchanged for another. She blew kisses to the crowd as they exited the ring.<br/><br/>She thumped a foot against his shoulder once they were back outside, signaling that she wanted help down, their act falling away. Henrik was there with a pair of his savage hounds. They were always worked up at the appearance of Rakkurat and the tamer used that excitement during their act, letting them bark and growl at the big hulking beast. Aralie would usually antagonize them further, trying to mimic their toys, coming out in raspy growls. She found it funny when they'd go into a fit, them jumping at the leads Henrik held. Such dumb animals. She was never really the sweet forest creature she should have been. She hadn't grown up in the forest at all and there was a disconnect with her kin, as well as with nature in general.<br/><br/>She elbowed Rakkurat suddenly, pointing off to where Vasyli was, arguing in heated, but hushed whispers with Osran. They were at it again, it seemed.<br/><br/>In an effort to get back at Vasyli, Osran had brought up the idea of dressing the pretty elf up as a woman for their performances. Plenty of theaters were doing it now, men dressing up to fill their womanly roles. Osran felt it would appeal more to their general audience and Vasyli was positively furious, of course.<br/><br/>“You want to act the part of a whore you should look like one at the very least,” Osran said, grinning. Vasyli stared for a moment before drawing back to punch the human man in the jaw. He didn't stop there, knocking the fellow back before drawing long, deft fingers tightly around his throat. Osran was struggling to dislodge the man that was deceptively strong for his build. Vasyli was determined to cause enough hurt that Osran was the one who would be wearing a face full of stage makeup, not him.<br/><br/>Aralie made a noise of alarm; a raspy trill. Vasyli was usually scathing but not typically violent. She wasn't about to get in the middle of it. Henrik was positively ignoring the commotion, of the same mind especially with it almost being his time. The performers were far too dangerous to get involved with.