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Tyler Kolt Petrov

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Elephant shit.

That's the first thing that hit him as he stepped into the apparent headquarters of the circus. This place didn't seem to fancy being a traveling circus, it was more a zoo than anything else. Only difference was that it stuck prods up animal's asses to get them bend over for their trainers. Asher was no animal rights activist nor did he try to be, although he always thought humans were cheating when they never took things head on with their bare hands.

The circus looked busy today with trashy mothers and their snotty nose brats tugging at their skirts. Nose wrinkled in disgust the dark haired man skirted around a particularly plump nine year old and back out of the tent. It was nothing but musty elephants, funky horses, and flexible women (the latter of which piqued his interest). This was the place where he had traced Tyler too, odd enough. Something was odd about it, but it didn't seem like the morning showings would bring him any clues.

So what was a man to do? Fuck a clown? He almost burst out laughing, not going to happen. Instead he reached for a small flask in the seat of his back pocket and took to taking a swig of the portable vodka. He stode around the expansive circus grounds, wondering what it was that he was looking for.

Hell if he knew. The scent trail of the Petrov brother, a nusiance, although still a good friend (if the only friend) to the man. "Oo la la what do we have here?" He commented to himself as he spied a seperate building with a sign that said VIP ACCESS ONLY, NIGHT SHOWINGS. What were they supposed to get some fat ass elephant to do a flip at midnight? Bullshit.

The double doors were locked securely to prevent any curious individuals from breaking in, but locks weren't even a challenge for Asher, he broke them all the time, among other things. Tossing his flask on the ground, he looked around for any prying eyes before forming a ball of flame within his hand and applying it to the lock.

It was a stubborn mechanism, protesting by sizzling to the extreme temperatures that met it suddenly. Moments later the lock gave in to its artificial demise and fell to the ground, a molten mess. "Fuck this is rather boring. Dallas wanted me to do this shit and I don't even get any fucks out of it." He complained as he opened one of the heavy metal doors and stepped down the stairway which was lit by overhead lights.

Various smells hit him, but these didn't belong to the ordinary obese elephant. This was more supernatural than anything else, tainted combinations of man and beast, elements intertwined with humans. "Guess the party doesn't truly begin until after hours." It didn't bring a cause for alarm as he stepped down the stairs, the musty scent of Tyler Petrov becoming more apparent. 

A few more lengths would soon carry him to the familiar little shit. Seeing the man not dead made his icy gaze turn steely, a smile appearing on his face, but knowing Asher it wasn't because he was happy to see the slippery fuck. "Well. You don't seem fucking dead. Smells like you've been having a good time." Asher shifted his gaze around the large expansive underground building, it was littered with caged creatures. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought it was a jail. "The fuck is this, Tyler?" He asked with distaste in his tone.

But that wasn't why he was here, to do Dallas' bidding. "You came here trailing after ass didn't you? Fuck that's just sad. You've gotten your damn sister's thong in a knot, she won't even fuck like she used to. A crying shitty ass mess. Do I look like a shoulder to cry on? Do I? Fuck no. I should break every bone in your body, but I don't feel like dealing with Dallas." He'd end up wringing his own damn neck at the way that woman acted sometimes, okay the way she acted all the time.