Chance snarled at her, he didn't want to be the reason for Ciran's pain if something happened to her. The young shifter was part of the reason tat he stuck around the circus to begin with. To be honest, at that moment he just wanted to rip her throat out and decorate he tent with her insides. He was doing a very good job of controlling himself. Maybe the fortuneteller could help him, save him, but sadly at this point he knew that she could not do a thing for him.

He rolled his eyes as he tried to lumber out of the tent, to get past her just get away from her. There was no way that she was going to keep him in a place that he wished to leave. Sadly he also knew that if he touched anything, like moving the dress out of the way that he would most likely destroy it. Heck Midori was rather lucky that he was able to control himself, at this point he was even tempted to get killed off to solve this issue that plagues him.

He watched Midori closely as she moved about the tent, he could smell the anger and power on her, but it only made him want to dominate her even more. Not in a good way. He gave a deep growl as he watched the female leave. He would have talked to her but it would have just been him protesting her presence. To be honest her words of her trying to get him to stay was only making him want to leave even more.

Though when she had left, the defeat on her face, the bit of sadness at not being able to help him, just gave him the best feeling at that point in time. Truthfully he was just having negative feelings turn into more of sick twisted feelings that would not exactly appropriate for he light circus. He desperately needed Adira, which was made clear as he paced back and forth, leaving claw marks in the floor.

The seer's last word had struck him as he sat down, hanging his head as he thought over them, sighing heavily. He wasn't running from what he was or his past. He was in fact hiding from it, he believed that it was completely different. He huffed before laying his head on the leader's bed, not wanting to think about his past or the evilness that he was now.