Douglas had been laying in his cage after another day of humiliation. He had fresh wounds and new blood on his already bloodied suit. His front hoof was cuffed to the cage bars making it difficult to get comfortable when the others were gone or to get away to the back of his cage when they prodded at him. The weapons used for this humiliation lay outside of his cage just out of reach. He didn't know how long he had been stuck in this cage or even quite how he had gotten there. Time seemed like an illusion to Douglas. He never quite knew what time it was, whether it be days, seasons, or years. Often is mind jumped from one time to another. Memories mixed with the present. He seemed to be quite aware on this night however. The moon had risen into a glorious blood moon casting an eery light down on everything. He felt a calm with the shadows that seemed to dance in it's light.
Douglas got to his feet when he heard the wind starting to howl and blow. He watched intrigued as it picked up speed. He loved when the weather did things that hurt others and this wind was picking up speed fast. Carnival banners went flying and even the door of his cage seemed to creak as if the wind my rip it off. He could only hope for such a fortune. He found himself squinting as the dust flying started stinging his eyes, making it hard to see what was going on. All he could do was laugh. It started with a small chuckle and then he soon found himself laughing has hard as possible and for a long time. The wind carrying his maniacal laughter over the carnival grounds.
Soon the wind started to move on to some other area and with it he found his laughter dying down as well. The grounds now stood motionless and silent, except for an occasional chuckle from himself. It was like being in the eye of the storm. The destruction lay all around and the stillness seemed to be beckoning the next wave of destruction to come.
Douglas stood watching nothing from his cage as the light of the moon made the blood on his coat look even more sickening and unnatural. He waited. Waited to see what was coming. Because surely this was only the beginning.
