BACK FOOT + MASK VIGIL

[Abattoir]

  Itsy had thought to herself she would partake, this time, in the mask vigil.

  So she did.

  The massive spider timidly shies away from anyone that dare approach, large, sensitive eyes able to make out at least the most meager of shapes moving towards her. As the event begins & chaos breaks loose she dumps more of her precious energy into avoiding each & every one--
 

  Too many moving bodies, too many flitting shadows, thumps upon the earth, sounds assaulting her every sense. Itsy freezes atop a particularly large gravestone. She remains utterly motionless, yet clearly visible what with her vividly venomous pattern. If left undisturbed she would remain like that for the rest of the night.