07-13-2018, 03:03 PM
[font=trebuchet ms]Paper had already been wandering the island on a regular basis for about a week now, but to hear that it was officially safe to return to camp was a relief. He had grown tired of sleeping in trees, even though it was the only option that wouldn't result in getting his fur completely soaked through with brine overnight. Even so, he was used to wading through saltwater by now, so coming down to the ground and walking through the wet sand after Pincher was not a hardship.
Upon arriving at Barracuda Bay, though, he couldn't help but wince at the reek of rotting fish and decaying plant material. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his gaze over the beach, in search of anything that looked familiar. Perhaps he would spot the strange purple glow of his gem, perhaps he wouldn't, but there might still be something useful that had survived the waves.
It was when he turned his head to avoid laughing at Caesar's predicament- yeah, the other male would probably need to get his tail wound treated, but he could handle it- that Paper noticed a large gray object in the sand a few yards away. Flicking his good ear, he trotted over to it, careful to step over a piece of driftwood that protruded from the sand.
The object was a mask, with large, warped eyeholes and extensions for the ears- the same mask he had worn to Vanessa's masquerade party a long time ago, back when the competition to become the Dealer was the most of his worries. Neither eyehole had any film left in it; protruding from within the right eyehole was another piece of driftwood. Both of the holes had likely been punctured, if he had to guess.
It likely would not be of any practical use, but he might as well keep it as a memento. Placing the mask in his bag, Paper walked away from the site and continued pacing the beach, searching for any other missing possessions.
Upon arriving at Barracuda Bay, though, he couldn't help but wince at the reek of rotting fish and decaying plant material. Narrowing his eyes, he swept his gaze over the beach, in search of anything that looked familiar. Perhaps he would spot the strange purple glow of his gem, perhaps he wouldn't, but there might still be something useful that had survived the waves.
It was when he turned his head to avoid laughing at Caesar's predicament- yeah, the other male would probably need to get his tail wound treated, but he could handle it- that Paper noticed a large gray object in the sand a few yards away. Flicking his good ear, he trotted over to it, careful to step over a piece of driftwood that protruded from the sand.
The object was a mask, with large, warped eyeholes and extensions for the ears- the same mask he had worn to Vanessa's masquerade party a long time ago, back when the competition to become the Dealer was the most of his worries. Neither eyehole had any film left in it; protruding from within the right eyehole was another piece of driftwood. Both of the holes had likely been punctured, if he had to guess.
It likely would not be of any practical use, but he might as well keep it as a memento. Placing the mask in his bag, Paper walked away from the site and continued pacing the beach, searching for any other missing possessions.
[font=trebuchet ms]some weirdo