Friz Nightly's Journal
Friz Nightly (Frihz Night-ly) is a panther. His overfur is black and his underfur is a midnight blue. The two colors are separated by dashed markings of a royal blue color. His irises are yellow with a bold black outline and the whites of his eyes aren't visible. His nose is a blue so dark that it's almost black, and his pawpads are his least favorite feature sometimes bright white is the only color evident. His tail is of a normal length, and his claws are pale blue. In the society that Friz and his nine companions used to live in, anthros were frowned upon. While this behavior wasn't universal, it certainly applied in his hometown. Because of this, he was never allowed to leave for fear of him returning with an activist military. He lived in the low city while the ones that plotted to exterminate his kind lived in the high city, Pinnacle. His activist attitude surfaced at the same time as his ability to manipulate the cold. He was eleven, and he finally felt like he had some power. The exact nature of his power is the ability to fashion arcane weapons from freezing the atmosphere. He does have the ability to straight freeze something else, but it requires more energy to do this for some reason. One of his more favorite parts of his power is the ability to levitate objects whose temperature is below its materials' freezing temperatures. The following are his journals approximately a week before the arena. All ten of our heroes keep journals, so this is fortunate...right? They also don't have names for their months or days, so there is that. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 1Someone's been following me. It took some maneuvering of the alleys to lose him. He looked like he was from Pinnacle, so I fear he might be hunting me.I hope I don't get caught. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 2He's still there! I tried to confront him, but I was noticed by the authorities. I guess word of my thefts have spread. I mean, honestly, how is an anthro supposed to feed his family?I plan on finding that man tomorrow. He will tell me what's going on. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 3He was hiding in the alleyway between my house and the nearby supermarket. I got his attention and ran towards him, but he disappeared into the alleyway. I tried to follow, but he left no trace and was gone entirely.Inside the house, my younger brother immediately hugged me, tears in his eyes. He said that a bad man wanted to hurt him. I consoled him, telling him that the bad man was gone and that I was here now. I didn't fail to remind him about his big day tomorrow. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 4Came home and the door was open. Red footsteps on carpet. I rushed into my brother and my room. His blood covered the
floor...That f---ing High City piece of sh--! I cried over my brother, cradling his body as his heart rate slowed and I couldn't do anything about it.Tomorrow, I bathe in blood. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 5Buried brother in his favorite garden before the sun came up. In his arms was his new teddybear, my gift to him for his birthday. Yesterday. I used the backboard of his bed as a tombstone and clawed his name and dates into it.I spent the rest of the day hiding from the guards as I hunted the man from the High City. I found him eventually in a café. As everyone watched, I dragged him by the neck out of the door and into the nearest alleyway. I took a few turns before slamming his head against a wall. After he landed on the ground, I froze the atmosphere into a knife and slit his throat. Now my brother can live in piece.I didn't dare emerge from the alleys today. I slept on the streets. Year 40XX, Month 6, Week 2, Day 6I returned home. Found mother dead in much the same way as my brother. Too gruesome to go into details. Pinnacle has just made a new number one enemy.I approached the High City gates at midnight, killing the guards that stood there. Inside the gates, I killed anyone that showed aggression towards me until I was tranq'd. By the end of the day, I had the blood of fifty High Citizens on my hands. I've been permitted to keep my journal for sentiment reasons, but they don't let me use a pen. Writing with a feather is hard. "What do we do with him?" One said to another. The second smiled. "Why not let him be in the trial run of our newest form of entertainment?" he mused...