Vampire Llama

“Look at it!” Calvin squealed at the top of his lungs to no one in particular as he darted towards one of the petting zoo’s smallest baby llamas, his eyes wide and gangly arms outstretched. “It’s so fuzzy!” he shouted enthusiastically, and folded over the wire fence that stood between him and the animal he was so fond of, so to hug the creature tightly. “Awww! You are the cutest thing in the world!” he cued, and immediately decided that he would never part with the llama. Reid would surely approve of the animal; Calvin could not think of a single person he’d ever met who could turn down something so precious.

“Careful now, sir,” the owner of the tent warned Calvin while taking a swig from the bottle of water that he held loosely in one of his hands.

The man wiped a bead of sweat from his brow, and stepped towards Calvin, “That one is a feisty. He’ll bite you if your not” – but he was interrupted by an abrupt scream from Calvin. As it turned out, the carnie hadn’t been lying when he’d said that the llama would willingly take a bite out of Calvin.

“My ear! My ear!” Calvin screamed, pressing one of his palms flat over his new injury.

“Hey, I warned you,” the other man said with a sigh, but his words could not be heard over Calvin’s howling. “I’m bleeding!” Calvin screamed, and surely enough, as he removed his hand from the side of his head, he revealed what was left of his torn and bloodied ear. Tears began to spill from Calvin’s eyes and slither down his cheeks as the pain worsened and his fear of having lost his ear entirely settled in.

The llama made a gurgling noise in response to Calvin’s shouts; the laughter of an evil, evil creature...

Byron actually sighed in relief when he left the Freak Show Tent. It was getting a little too ... tense there. Wally was certainly not a very friendly character. On first meeting, that is. This boy had a rather big heart, and he tried to not judge the young girl just based on one time. Perhaps she just was not having a good day. Smiling at his own positivity, Byron scooted to the Petting Zoo, the main attraction of the circus, to him at least.

The boy had heard talk on what animals the circus could possibly be putting up, and he was even more delighted to learnt that he could actually pet them. Byron felt more excited than usual, and it showed. He had laid that thickly on the young girl in the other tent, and it was not entirely well received, to say the least. Shrugging, Byron finally found himself in the right area. Only, he was greeted by a howling, and it certainly did not come from a wolf of any kind.

Peering around quickly, Byron located the owner of the voice and squinted a little, not disturbed by the blood that trickled down a man's ear, but really distubed by what was left of it. Byron squeezed his fists as he felt as if he could feel the exact pain that the other man was feeling. At the same time, Byron frowned. Why isn't anyone helping him? He surveyed the people who had gathered to watch the young man suffering, and felt compelled to do something. The problem was that Byron was an underage wizard. He contemplated on that fact, and decided that he should seek other methods.

Turning to a man who looked as if he worked for the circus' petting zoo, Byron began to ask him loudly, "well can you get some help? Any? Anyone who can help this man?" It sounded as if he was imploring, and Byron never really released his fists when they clenched.

Luna was glad to finally see some kind of animals that weren't related to magic. Or because there were spells and enchantments on these animals it kinda made them magical.... Poor animals... she thought. They were trapped against their will.

Luna went to buy some food for the baby llamas. "Thank you," she said to the cashier. She walked over to the llama section and fed the babies their food out of her hand. "Awww," she murmured to herself. All of a sudden there was a loud scream coming from somewhere. She turned around to see a man with a torn ear. Blood dripping from his ear into his hand and tears streaming down his face. It was like a vampire had bit his ear. She became worried. People were surrounding him as if it was a show watching him suffer.

(Luna, you have not been accepted, so you can not RP)

"Help him yourself," replied the man who'd earlier advised that Calvin take it easy when around that particular llama. It was quite evident by the way in which he then turned away from the disturbing scene that Calvin had mistakenly created, that he did not feel responsible for what had happened. The man shrugged his shoulders, and waved the situation off, as though the sound of Calvin's screams was a burden at most.

Other than the teenager that had spoken up on Calvin's behalf - as Calvin was quite incapable of asking for help himself, due to the fact that he was busy howling loudly, and cradling his head in his hands - the crowd within the petting zoo did not seem too concerned. it was as though the crowd was interested in what they were seeing, rather than disturbed in the way that they should have been, had they any ounce of empathy. Perhaps they were convinced that Calvin's injury, and his tears, were nothing but a show; something that the carnival had put together in order to spice up the 'petting zoo experience'. It was either that, or human beings were suddenly very cruel creatures - and Calvin refused to believe such a thing.

Calvin fell to his knees and dropped his forehead to the filthy ground beneath him. "Owey, owey, owey..." he sobbed, rocking back and forth pathetically. He was sure to infect the wound, if he continued to allow hay and other petting zoo related things to brush against it in such a way. It was only a matter of time.

Byron felt a little at a loss. If Roxanne was around, he probably would have gotten her cue, and acted accordingly. But no, this time, Byron had to make his own decisions. He knew that it was only a matter of time that he had to, anyway. The boy turned to scowl at the man, who he had thought was absolutely cruel for shirking responsibility of this accident. Byron, however, was disappointed to see that even his scowl was for nothing. The man had simply looked away, preferring to stay oblivious to the scene. As much as Byron was tempted to head over to knock the lights out of the other man at this blatant injustice, he knew that perhaps he needed to prioritize his actions. The injured man looked like he needed more attention than the shadow of a man in the circus employee. Byron did not even have time to reason with the people who had crowded around the area to stare. Obviously, there were more empty human mannequins here than circus acts.

Byron reached for his wand, not remembering if he was supposed to use magic or not. The boy rushed to the side of the injured man and ventured with the first spell that came to his head. "Episkey." Byron tried saying it for a couple more times but nothing happened. And then he remembered. Episkey was only for minor injuries. Frustrated, Byron frowned and gripped harder onto his wand. What else could he use? He could congratulate his heart for not flinching at the way this man's bloody ear flapped whenever he moved in pain. But there was no time for that. Byron bit his lip and considered another charm. No, of course Reparo would not work. This was a human, not an inanimate object.

No, he could not think of anything. A little desperate but still hopeful, Byron frowned and focused on the man's ear, this time being carefully clear with his Episkey. If it still did not work, he would have to run for help. Or rather, ask for help to bring this man to St. Mungo's. What an epic turn to his plans for the evening.