10-07-2019, 04:06 PM
[glow=#d245ae,2,300]▶ MASQUE - TAGS - TANGLE - MEMBER - HE/HIM - RACCOON ◀[/glow]
Masque hopped from tree to tree before climbing down once he saw swampland. The raccoon stood at the edge and looked on to see how far the marshes really stretched. The territory seemed to go on forever and there was a notable difference between borders. The neutral lands were behind him and they were sunny, but here? Here in the marshlands, it was... dark. It was kind of intimidating, but his mask did not betray his emotions.He stood stock still and waited. He had heard of the people making their homes here and he wouldn't dream of upsetting them by passing their border. Masque didn't want any trouble, he just wanted a place to stay. Even if it was temporary.
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