TW: BUGS ————————————————————————— Damon stepped into the holding area for the gamemakers. The guarding peacekeepers had gasmasks placed on their muzzles, as the stood by the door that Damon would have to step through. He was tense because the door they waited infront of was to the victor’s garden. The peacekeepers had aloud each tribute to take a weapon of their choice. Damon chose his spear. He hoped that what ever he faced could be fought at with distance. The district 7 district looked to the peacekeeper as they broke his thoughts. One came over grabbing Damon by the scruff and the other opened the door. Throwing Damon in. Damon yelped as he hit the gravel with a thumb. He gaged as the stench hit him. Sputtering and coughing he covered his muzzle. “What the [redacted] is that smell?” He mumbled. Looking around his paw still covering his face. What was the victors garden was now a barren waste land. Damon looked around spotting a large creature scuttling towards him. Not care if for the stench he took off towards one of the old trees climbing up it with ease he got to a high branch to take a further look at the garden. Damon almost lost his lunch a few times, but he choked it down. Looking up he saw the gamemakers. In a glass box above him. Some laughing, others eating, others watched him whispering. He looked away from them towards the large flower that looked of death. “You must retrieve its heart.” A loud voice came over the speakers. Damon growled as the voice boomed in his ears. He looked at the flower. Then at the large bugs that crawled towards it. “You can do it.” He whispered. Leaping down from the branch he started his way toward the flower. Spear in paw the grey tabby was ambushed by a nasty, smelly, cockroach. Damon snarled and started to stab the creature. The thing hissed and tryed catching Damon in his own jaws but Damon stabbed the spear deep into its head. The things hissing stopped. It fell over and Damon pulled his spear out of the bug. Again trying not to lose his lunch from the stink of the bug. Damon looked away and looked towards the plant. He would never make it on foot. So he looked to the trees. He gritted his teeth, then taking his spear in his jaw he clawed his way up to a branch that would reach the next tree. Damon tested the branch with one paw, making sure that it wouldn't brake sending his down into the deathly jaws of one of the bugs below. He crept across the branch towards the gap between the trees. He crouched and readied himself. Leaping he landed scrambling at the branch. The some of the Gamemakers gasped, thinking that he might fall. But Damon pulled himself up onto the branch. Taking a breath, he shook his head at the smell. He looked towards the plant only two trees till he could leap from them to the plant. "Keep going." he whispered to himself, Damon made his way to the next branch that would hold him, and let him get to the neighboring tree. He leaped this time with ease, he was getting into the groove. Still holding his spear in his teeth, he looked down he would be able to reach the plant from here, but the thing reeked. Damon took the spear in his paw. Holding his nose he tried breathing through his mouth, but the sent of the plant also tasted horrible. The grey tabby closed his mouth and chose to breath through his nose. He readied himself to leap onto the plant. Damon looked up at the gamemakers. His eyes filled with determination. He looked at the plant holding his spear ready. He leapt, holding his spear he slammed his spear into the plant, the smell horrific. Reefing the heart out holding it on the end of his spear he looked to the gamemakers. looking to the heart, he grinned the smell fading a bit "Your heart is mine," Damon said holding the heart at them for also long as he could stand to be with the horrid sent. Damon dropped the spear and tore out of the garden to straight to his room to take a long shower. (((((END)))))))
