BACK FOOT + MASK VIGIL

Hunting wasn't very easy, yknow, because she had hooves. Deer legs were good for two things, escaping, and escaping. They weren't meant to spring after prey, but they were damn fast. Now, her front half was good at the other half of the situation. Claw, and kill- not that.. they'd be killing for this. Right? Anyways.. Sam had her hooves wrapped in soft moccasin, torn up from a pair of leather boots that weren't being used for damn shit anymore. She had taken her watch at a corner of the cemetary, her skull mask mudded so it was camoflauged.

It pulled low over both of her eyes and she stared into the great, great mass of dark tombstones. She gave a shudder, thinking her old body might've been buried like that.

"SPEECH"

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