Our song drifted to a close as a broken and bloody mess of a person was carried into the small, dim tent. The clowns carrying her shoved her elongated body parts into the cage. The metal clanged as the door shut and darkness descended upon us as the tent flap lowered.<br/><br/>"RÃ¦ven?" Akello's voice was quiet, but easily audible with my feline ears. "Can you see how bad it is?" My eyes used the near non-existent light to see the barbarity that had been forced upon Jinx. I padded over to the side of my cage that bordered hers and with an ever-increasing horror I studied her body.<br/><br/>"There doesn't seem to be anything broken, bone-wise but she looks pretty bruised and cut up. I'm going to try and stop the bleeding from her leg." It was at times like this that I thanked the ringmaster for mutating me. I slipped my head through the bars and forced my body to follow. My ribcage compressed like a cats and my hips and tail followed easily. I listened to Sheanne's advice for checking for broken bones and found only a broken toe and a couple fingers and maybe a cracked rib or two. Relatively minor injuries. After I had examined her I laid her out in a more comfortable position and slipped back between the bars to my cage. With today's awfulness replaying in my mind I tucked my nose under my tail and listen as the other freaks settled into sleep.