FEEL THE TEETH SINK IN LIKE RABIES // june mask vigil

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px;"]This was something that simply seemed, well, odd to Moth, though she would not complain about oddities quite yet. For all she knew, this was something that could be quite normal in this place, though with the explanation of what had been given by who seemed to be the leader - someone Moth had yet to meet thus far - it seemed as though if this was a normal thing, it did not happen as often as one would think. Though she guessed with new faces around, there would be a good reason to explain things in full.

Watching in awe as the male slipped away, seemingly vanishing, the small fox would blink once before looking over towards the cloths, quickly making her way over to it before grabbing onto one, choosing to fold it up to make it smaller before tying it onto the base of her tail, tight enough so it wouldn't fall off, but not too tight so as to still have circulation.

After doing that, she would quickly run off in the opposite direction that she saw Crow dissipate into, not quite knowing who Arrow was as of yet. Making her way to the edge of the cemetery, the fox would stay within the last row of tombstones, eyes sweeping the area as she slinked between headstones, trying to find the perfect place to hide.