[ parade outfit ] Sat upon the tortoiseshell is a suit of sorts, covering almost his entire body. It is a stark black, hiding the pale colors along his lithe figure, except his lovely partial heterochromic eyes. The soft glow from the yellow and blue optics giving off the perfect amount of light. However, this is not the only thing that Porpoise “Piper” Flint decided to wear. A pair of tall, hand-made horns were attached to his head with a hidden black band. They curled backwards unevenly, not matching the other’s thoroughly made pattern. The suit has sticky, claw-like gloves so that Po may climb easily. Porpoise had decided to be The Hide Behind. ———— Porpoise watched through the window of his train car. It was decorated with cobwebs, leaves, and twigs. With a large spider perched on one of the corners. He’d decided on doing a bit of a show, why, he did not know. Maybe it sounded fun, maybe it was to show off, however Porpoise hated crowds, so it was unlikely any of these were true. The fog wafted through the cart’s open windows, and Po looked up. There was no roof for this car- instead, two large trees stuck up into the sky, providing a sort of canopy far above the car. One… two… three! A shoulder poked him, a masked figure. His costume-maker. Po didn’t now much about them, but they refused to show their face. Said they had a horrible scar that they’d be too embarrassed for showing. They always wore different masks, and this time it was a blank, white slate. Porpoise didn’t understand how they got around, however that didn’t matter. His costume-maker wore a deep, dark red cloak that hid their brown tabby pelt, which Po had seen momentarily when the two had first met. He’d always wondered why they felt familiar, but it was most likely one of those people, who you think you’ve met but never have. Anyways, at the tap of his shoulder, Po nodded. He knew what to do- it was time for the… not-so-big performance. It was more of a revealing act, really. With that, Porpoise stretched out his claw-like gloves, and leaped up, clinging to the tree. At least nobody could see his horrified face… Po /hated/ heights, ever since he’d fallen down that one really high branch when he was younger. He shook his head and latched himself higher up the tree, tail twitching. Turning his head to reveal his brightly glowing yellow and blue eyes, he made a small mistake. His horns whacked against the tree’s bark, making a loud /WHAM/ sound. He felt his face heat up with embarrassment. Maybe it was a bit bigger than small… He knew that the thick fog probably made it so that nobody who happened to be looking at the parade of the tributes knew that it came from him, but it was still horribly embarassing…
IM SORRY I ENDED IT LIKE THAT-
