BACK FOOT + MASK VIGIL

Now, spiders were not necessarily Sam's favorite. but they weren't her worst fear either. With this in mind, it was dark, and the sound of tapping was cause for easy fear in Sam especially. The Grey Men always sounded like tapping, dragging feet and wheezing, despite them being mouthless. Her ears swiveled as she heard the call sound. A quick grin splashed over the dark pelted feline, her mask pulled tight over her head, antlers peaking from it. The mask itself was pulled down tight, the skull of the mutated stag's teeth painted brightly, the rest muted colors.

A warning, like a moth to other predators. A bright sign, to tell the prey they were done for. Leroy's call immitated this, but so did Sam's mask. She stalked forward directly after the call, using her eyes, ears, and pelt to detect where tombstones stood. It wouldn't be long before the deer-cat crept upon [member=1431]ABATHUR .[/member], eyes narrowed and body hairs on end. Steady, she told herself, the breathing too loud and too nervous. She settled herself. Sam wasn't much of a hunter, she was half prey for fucks sake, but here she was, hunting the giant spider.

Sam didn't waste much time after that. She had saw the flash of the cloth, despite it blending into the pedicel there. She bolted forward, her hooves silent, aiming to slide between Abathur's legs, one clawed paw reaching up to grab into the fabric, attempting to unravel it and pull it free as she continued to slide.

"SPEECH"

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