01-15-2020, 12:24 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]The last time there had been a vigil, Moth had gotten her own mask. It had been maybe a week after she had joined then, and she had made it, surprisingly. No one had gone after the small island fox back then, though timid and an easy target, and for that she had been appreciative, but now that she had grown, she wished she didn't get it back then, so that she could try again now, with her newfound mentality, but it was fine, she could now go after those around here, even if they were almost all bigger than her, she'd be able to take at least one cloth, right?
Her own mask set upon her head, the half beak pointing out forward and antlers sticking out from the top, the female would make her way into the graveyard, slowly becoming invisible until it was only her mask remaining, waiting for the go-ahead from their leader to begin the hunt.
Her own mask set upon her head, the half beak pointing out forward and antlers sticking out from the top, the female would make her way into the graveyard, slowly becoming invisible until it was only her mask remaining, waiting for the go-ahead from their leader to begin the hunt.