[EVENT] DAMON'S PARADE

Instructions

A large horned figure stood within a glowing forest, the glowing moss seeming to pulse as if the trees had a heart. it was an eary silence broken by a deep growl that seemed to echo through the crowd. Slowly a dark horn figured apeared. Lights and glowing moss, twisted antlers that seemed to have fairy lights webbed through the antlers. and a skull that glittered with gold apeared. Another low growl, the trees stopped pulsing, and more fairy lights lit, strung between the trees that surround the tribute, dressed as a stag. The crowd cheered in awe, as they saw the maginfince beast. "What's Fair is Foul," the tribute started, Damon the tribute that was cloaked with this artifical stag. "What's Foul is Fair," He said with a low growl, His designers had trained him for this moment, "You look as if you are such an innocent teenager, Like you came from a perfect home," they had said. Damon knew that he was not perfect or stable, or innocent. he did not come from a good place. He was born to a nasty father and an angle mother. He was a mutt. Damon let the snarl cause the fairy lights to fail and the red lights pool down his antlers and masked skulled face. The trees casted a red lighting around him. Causing his mutt look to become the creature that terrorized the tributes of Temptest. Damon could hear kids crying and mothers soothing them, he could hear the cheers from others entertained by the fake bl00d that now seapt through the bark of the trees. "The mutts always win," he snarled, striding about his forest of demise. He thought of Thia, his father, his mother. His glowing eyes seemed to catch the glint of a camera he grinned under the skull. His father was watching this, Damon walked up to the camera. "Look who's scared now father," he spit the words out like poision. Damon was not the sad, scared cat now. His emotions fled his body like Damon would do every time his father came home. He grinned wider as the only emotion that stayed was anger. Damon Let out one last roar as his cart passed through the fog. He laughed when he could hear a grown man cry in the distance. He once was the one who was afraid, and he hated it. He liked being the one that others feared though. (((END)))

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