On a white horse is how the show began for Alastor, moving the stallion around easily with merely his hands.  The tall, athletic figure that was Alastor had the creature responding accordingly, which wasn't a surprise.  Like its master, the horse was a creature of the supernatural.  This was merely another day in the life of those within the Night Parade, seducing those mundanes to serve as fodder or bolster the ranks of the ever-expanding troupe of supernaturals that called the carnival home.  People from all around came to see the circus, carnival, whatever the humans were calling it nowadays.<br/><br/>"Okay Snitch!" Alastor called out to the kobold that was running the little machine that would trigger the next trick.  A disc of clay was shot into the air, so Alastor appropriately flung himself to a standing position and then into the air itself.  From his hand burst green flames, a pyrotechnic trick the crowd would imagine, and shatter the clay disc.  The poor mundanes would never know what those green flames could do if he decided to ply mere mortal flesh with them.  As he began tumbling back to the ground, the horse circled quickly and leapt into the air so Alastor could land safely in the saddle.<br/><br/><em>Damned trick</em>, he thought with a bit of a grimace.  It's the one thing he truly disliked about the entire show was that trick.  Because it always left him with a bruised groin and a nasty temper for a few hours afterward.  But the crowd roared with enjoyment, even as the still-burning remnants of the disc fluttered down from the sky around him.  He bowed from the horse as he rode over to the kobold, taking a break from the initial display.  The entire show would be moving into full swing shortly, and he had no doubt others would be just as viewed as his little tricks.<br/><br/>His show with the horse wasn't why he was so favored by the king of the Night Parade.  Alastor's skills were put to better use working the crowds and seeking out those females who would be better put to use in one fashion or another.  The king's hungers, like so many creatures within the Night Parade, knew no bounds.