10-08-2018, 03:12 AM
[align=center][div style="width:450px; font-size:7.9pt;line-height:1.2;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:3px;margin-bottom:3px;letter-spacing:.5px;margin-left:0px;text-align:justify;"]A reminder it might have formed, stitched into leather stretched over a frame of wood was it, stench of decay within every fibre that crafted it, drawn across beak driven down within a sharp swoop. Within there was nothing, no mixture of dried herbs pretending to offer some sense of protection, made to assist the one who bore so grim a covering in keeping themself away from the sick, rather it was more fitted. Angular muzzle filled the space easily, tapering off and there it curved, line of stitching drawn up over the cheeks until it seemed split by the grin.
Through the glass dark eyes watched the stranger, each movement she made, speaking of a discomfort that drew smile across dark lips. Hidden within none might see the flash of white teeth, the mirth reflected in dark eyes hidden behind the tinted surface of the reflective plates they looked through, a private show for them alone. Indeed was her study of their character correct, though they stood at a similar height they seemed to forget such things, back straightening and giving themself as much advantage over her they might claim. Settling upon their hindquarters easy and practised were the movements, paws familiar with each buckle, the straps of the mask falling away until it lay within their paws.
“Syzygy...” Off was the name, unfamiliar to their tongue, spoken beneath their breath as they tested it. Carefully they set the mask upon the ground, seeing no need to keep their paws filled with such a thing, head tilting some as they regarded the stranger. Eyes narrowed, moved from where claws found grass and so easily tore it from the earth to where smile perched, edges shaky, signs of something they would not remark upon for the moment. “Some talk a great deal others do not, it is simply one of those mysteries of life.” Smile curling about their own maw was softer than the first yet within there was no friendliness, a show merely to placate. “I can not say for sure but I believe you are welcome to join us, I am rather new myself but if you wish I can lead you to the town.”
Through the glass dark eyes watched the stranger, each movement she made, speaking of a discomfort that drew smile across dark lips. Hidden within none might see the flash of white teeth, the mirth reflected in dark eyes hidden behind the tinted surface of the reflective plates they looked through, a private show for them alone. Indeed was her study of their character correct, though they stood at a similar height they seemed to forget such things, back straightening and giving themself as much advantage over her they might claim. Settling upon their hindquarters easy and practised were the movements, paws familiar with each buckle, the straps of the mask falling away until it lay within their paws.
“Syzygy...” Off was the name, unfamiliar to their tongue, spoken beneath their breath as they tested it. Carefully they set the mask upon the ground, seeing no need to keep their paws filled with such a thing, head tilting some as they regarded the stranger. Eyes narrowed, moved from where claws found grass and so easily tore it from the earth to where smile perched, edges shaky, signs of something they would not remark upon for the moment. “Some talk a great deal others do not, it is simply one of those mysteries of life.” Smile curling about their own maw was softer than the first yet within there was no friendliness, a show merely to placate. “I can not say for sure but I believe you are welcome to join us, I am rather new myself but if you wish I can lead you to the town.”