Dantalion

D A N T A L I O N BARGHEST LORE AND LINEAGE PROJECT GENERATION VI MORGANA'S LINE NAOMI G5 | IGNIS G5 "Here, the runaways find where they belong. The night is but a curtain to the spectacle within. Come one, come all, to the show of your lives!" T here are rumors of a creature with many faces obscured behind a great many masks. Others say the beast has never had a face of its own. . . only the ones it steals from its prey. This is the tale of the Barghest, Dantalion

The Night Circus always appears at dusk. It unfurls amidst the dusty air, its tents spreading open like the wings of a great beast and its lights glittering like a thousand shining eyes. Among mortals, the Night Circus is a place of fairytale and most brush it off as a mirage. A simple trick of the last vestiges of light. Indeed, the Night Circus was never meant for mortals. It beckons instead to those who have already passed from life - a lure for those lost spirits who perished amidst the endless desert sands. It pulls them into its embrace - striped canvas parting to reveal its dark interior. It feeds upon these spirits, but on occasion a living mortal staggers in through the tents as well. The circus welcomes them all the same, for most of the living are not long for the world. Soon they pass and the circus devours them too. It is from the remains of such travelers that new life emerges. They are creatures crafted from the same dark magic that dwells within the tents, its tendrils reaching out and wrapping around the remains. . . yet the magic pulls other things in as well. The first of such creatures were not born beneath the full moon’s light, but they still inherited the curses of other beings that the circus swallowed. They were among the few things that emerged from the dark maw of the great tent, their forms concealed within a tangle of performer’s clothing and scraps of the same canvas material that comprises the circus itself. Like their mother, the beasts of the circus lure their prey with promises of spectacle and wonder. Perhaps a quiet voice beckons in the night or the soft chime of bells rings out from the darkness. “Come one, come all!” The circus’ children whisper.

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Maned wolf Barghest who runs his own circus ever since he became trapped in the Starwood Strand. He keeps those with exceptional skill as his staff, with one small price. He borrows their faces as masks, allowing him to leave as them whenever he wants to advertise his circus. He rarely manages to leave, but his mate... he's another story. He let's the other Barghest borrow these masks whenever he likes. Dantalion may run the show, but his partner is the one who brings in the crowds. All it takes is a silver tongue... and the Eleven help those who meet the both of them outside the circus.


Yay shaky car drawing! Drawn by me (ClockworkEclipse #125046)

Maybe...? Love the circus scraps idea, and Stained is a life saver XD



Might just keep him as is though.