BACK FOOT + MASK VIGIL

i was born, on the highway, in a train wreck

with a heart, that was beating, out of my chest

It wasn't exactly unusual for it to be dark at night. In fact, that was actually one of the main traits that made night nighttime. Still, Aurum wasn't quite used to everything being so fucking dark out within Tanglewood territory. With no moon in the sky, the lion could barely see a few feet in front of him, and immediately a worried feeling settled in the male's chest of whether or not he was actually gonna be able to do this. Sure, it wasn't the end of the world if he didn't get his mask, but still, it was a matter of pride. Who would respect a proxy he couldn't even get through one night for the mask vigil? Shaking off these uneasy feelings, the angel found himself padding slowly into the graveyard, occasionally glancing back at the cloth tied securely around his waist. A soft sigh left his lungs as he settled down next to one of the small makeshift headstones, glancing around. He knew there were many others without masks as well, and he found himself faintly wondering how many of them would make it through the night successfully. He doubted everyone would make it, especially without issues, but it wasn't as if there was anything in the rules barring them from trying again at the next vigil. That was a comfort, if only a small one.

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