THIS ISNT AN APOLOGY •• return of masks

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Aurum had a great deal of knowledge when it came to spirits and the dead, thanks to his former position as an angel of heaven. While he had spent most of his time locked away and suffering, he had on occasion interacted with the spirits that came through looking for their final resting place. For the most part, the male knew that the dead were much like him and any other person. They were just looking for where they belonged, and they wanted to be able to rest and relax once they got there. As a result of this, the proxy of Tanglewood believed very severely in laying the dead to rest properly, and in not dishonoring their memories. So, when he had first seen the wall of heads and masks of the fallen that had surrounded the Pitt during his first raid there, he had been full of rage. It wasn't right, keeping the parts and possessions of the dead as gruesome trophies for intimidation tactics. It had only driven Aurum harder to rid the world of the evil that the Pitt had been spreading, and had filled him with a vicious sense of justice that hadn't been forgotten on the battlefield. Ironically, the one to suffer because of this divine retribution had been the very same soul who had decided to return the ill gotten gains of the Pitt.

When the angel picked up on the scent of the Pitt during one of his usual patrols, he felt his stomach twist, and a profoundly furious feeling fill his entire being. He had already had to deal with returning Sweeney earlier in the week, and now there was more of them? Internally, he swore that if this wasn't children like last time, and was in fact Pittians looking for some kind of trouble, he would attack them on sight. No questions asked. Despite this internal resolution, when Aurum reached the source of the scent, he wasn't greeted with any Pittians, young or old. Instead he was greeted with a bag full of masks, and Leroy. Blinking in confusion, the tigon hesitated for a moment before he moved closer, sniffing at some of the masks and letting out little chuffs when chiefs recognized certain ones from the border of the Pitt. Once he had identified what they were as well, he looked up at Leroy, rumbling softly, "These masks... they're the ones that were at the Pitt's border. Do you suppose they left them here as some sort of peace offering?" It was all that he could think of it to be, unless the masks were somehow some ticking time bomb just waiting to explode in his and Leroy's faces.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #722227; font-size: 24px;"][color=#c16f78]— AURUM

#psychosocial.