BLOOD BATH / july mask vigil

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 65%; line-height:120%; text-align: justify;font-family: verdana;"]Ophelia didn't really know what this tradition was, but it did pique her interest a bit. She was a prideful being, always ready for a chance to prove her worth, to grasp onto some tendrils of respect from her peers. Without hesitation, she moved forward and used her teeth to tie a piece of cloth tightly to her left wrist.

She definitely wasn't the first one to enter the maze, but she figured that was a good thing. It gave her a better chance of staying separated from the others, away from whatever or whoever they were attracting to them. As soon as she had a chance to move away, she did, dropping down to a crouch to slink along through the shadows, wings pressed tightly to her sides. She hoped that her dark coloration would do her some favors, give her a small advantage to stay hidden from those without powers. Quietly, she crept along, ears pricked and listening for any hunters that might make their approach or other contenders that she should avoid for her strategy's sake.