A long day meant an even longer night in Namyria's mind. Her time with the<em>Freak Show</em>was about to end. She'd been with them for years without appearing to age and, while none questioned it, she knew it was time to move on. The pale, petite, brunette sat at her boudoir in her trailer and stared at herself in the dusty, faded mirror. Where would she go now? Would she slip away in the night or would she wait until morning and actually bid farewell to the family she knew and loved? Namyria jumped slightly at the sight of a small tear making its way down her cheek. Had she really been crying? She wiped away the wet bead and turned on her stool to look at her pack. The black bag laughed at her misery.<em>Better leave now so you don't burn anyone alive!</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dawn broke between a couple of tall buildings and woke Namyria with a bright beam of yellow light. Spending the night in a tree had its perks, though, obviously, escaping the sun wasn't one of them. Gathering her things, Namyria left the large oak tree and made her way into the city's outer-lying neighborhoods. She'd been told many times how "dangerous" these streets were for a lady but she had found no threats thus far.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Several hours later, Namyria found herself tired, hungry, and relatively lost. All of the buildings looked the same and she had the sinking feeling that she had been walking in circles. Suddenly, something caught Namyria's attention. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes. There was a scent on the wind, something sweet yet bitter. Opening her eyes, her pupils constricted. It was blood. Attuning herself to the scent, Namyria began to make her way towards its origin. For all she knew it was a fresh kill some hunter had made in the woods that surrounded the city.<br/><br/>The closer she got the quicker she realized that this was a-whole-nother situation. "What the hell?" she spoke to herself at the sight of the large, gaping hole in the side of one of the buildings. Then she heard the growls and shouting.<em>Just turn around, Namyria. Turn around.</em>Namyria found herself frozen outside the building where a small battle was taking place.