The hissing screamed in Emery Zaylic's ears. Whipping wind raced through the air, snarling in the bright lights of the Capitol. The suit they were wearing was too tight. Gold swirled along Emery's clothes, mixed in with the slightest burnt orange color. The stylists fussed about their refusal to remove their necklace. One, with bright green fur and grey patterns darting almost like frogs across their body, sighed, "We'll have to deal with it then. Come on, showtime's soon!" Emery Zaylic constantly growled and snapped at them, but their fear of their power hushed the worst of it. The final product was done. Showing off in front of a mirror, Emery had to admire the intricate work of the costume. Honoring the de-dly hunter that they looked like, they were dressed in this old-age passenger look with a long, obvious dagger strapped to the back of their neck. A watch was around their wrist, and a gorgeous, luscious maroon suit replaced the usual t-shirt Emery wore. Gold embroidery danced along the sleeves, down the tail of the suit, which almost hugged Emery's own tail. A pin that boasted a bow and arrow that hung from some livestock animal-- Emery really looked like they were rich! Blue and white makeup trailed up their ears, and in front of Emery's grey eyes, a sparkling cover gleamed. In the light, it tended to shift from a teal to gold. "The stylists really like gold, huh?" they muttered to themself. The only other color was a rich green-yellow that ran in somewhat a falling pattern along their back. When Emery was ushered out, the crowd cheered. They'd practiced for this. Smile, cheer the audience on. Their life could depend on it. "Say hello to your Victor!" Emery yelled out into the crowd. They unsheathed their claws, bared their fangs in a smile. Whooping and calling out encouraging words. The crowd seemed to love it. Glares were shot, but Emery didn't mind. This was the only way to win. erp.
