THEY SPIT ON A POOR MAN / o, raid planning & masks

[Luciferr]

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▼ — when the weak court death, they find it.

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arriving quietly to the scene, the huge wolf like creature glanced to beck and those around were just as unfamiliar to him as the leader - svae valo-kas and amunet, he spares a nod to the latter before padding towards the masks and selecting one.

his is auspicious, skull like and bearing a grinning maw with what looks like a singular bright burning eye in its forehead of pure obsidian - save where the golden metallic indents cut in and carved circular marks are cut through with slashes - it looks demonic, more it looks like it would fit his large head comfortably and it suits his taste - less of a mask more of a strange helm, perhaps it had been misplaced among the costume knick nacks? he shrugs and levers it over his head, opaque and hidden eyeholes allow him to see clearly in spite of the front appearing blank - a dip of a paw and he paints his flanks with circle and slashes reminiscent of the mask's own in blood red.

then he moves to follow the others, it's been awhile since he's fought alongside a group that weren't his siblings, this would be interesting.

/hope you don't mind me getting creative on the mask c;

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▲ — MALE. TANGLEWOOD. VERY HARD. REF. BIO. — ▲

#psychosocial.