Amaru glanced around, his ears perking up as he swallowed nervously. Large crowds like this were unfamiliar to him, but he saw it as an opportunity. With a charming and proud smile, his fur shimmered under the moonlight. He donned a regal deep red cape with woolen shoulders and a golden crown atop his head, resembling a king. It was a display of his power and pride, a way to show off, some might say. As he disappeared behind the curtains, he took a small breath of relief, only to realize that it wasn't over yet. Standing tall and proud, he adjusted his cape before draping it over his shoulder and took a seat, observing everyone around him. Understanding his surroundings was crucial, so he focused his gaze on the Capitol cat. His eyes turned sharp and cold, fixated on the Capitol. He didn't despise them; in fact, he found them intriguing. There was something about them that he had yet to decipher. A warm sense of happiness filled his heart as he smiled, grateful for the opportunity to indulge in his passion for observation and showcasing his pride. Amaru rose to his paws, as if preparing for a grand performance. The melodies of classical music echoed in his mind, guiding his every move. With deliberate steps, he advanced, carefully navigating the limited space. Fortunately, he had his trusted katana by his side, a weapon he had specifically requested. As his dance reached its climax, he drew the katana from its sheath, gripping the intricately carved dragon handle between his teeth. Raising it high, he let out a muffled cry, "To glory!" Returning the katana to its rightful place, Amaru stood tall, a mischievous grin adorning his face. With a heavy sigh, he glanced back at the Capitol cat. "Une dance," he whispered those distinctly French words with a mischievous grin. He was confident that he had used them to his advantage, and if not, he would ensure that the Capitol took notice. His confidence assured him that he would emerge victorious in the Games. "I will leave my mark, Capitole," he murmured, giving them one final dance. A wicked smile adorned his face as he vanished behind the curtains, his French accent lingering in the air, "Que seuls les meilleurs survivent..." He chuckled. "Sisi ni sawa."
Behold! I introduce to you the awe-inspiring Amaru! His pride and confidence are his sole companions, for one should never place trust in another, no matter the circumstances. Que seuls les meilleurs survivent!
