FALLEN FOR THIS WICKED TRAP || Mask Vigil 6/26/2020

[BLOODHOUND.]

Bloodhound, luckily, was awake. They had spent most of their days now, resting in the cool darkness of their home, ouyt of the blazing heat, and slipping out at night, to hunt and gather. The arctic wolf was quick to respond, and among the first to arrive. They listen, as Vigenere went over the details of this Mask Vigil, what it was, what it meant.

While the mask they wore currently was a choice they actively made, out of fear of their emotions being too easy to read, out of being too vulnerable, Bloodhound felt as though they would be able to put that aside, if only for the night. They wait, until both Vigenere and Aurum have said their pieces, before removing their own mask, laying it at the foot of a tree. It would be there when they returned. And if it wasn't, they were more than capable of tracking it down.

They stretched out their limbs slowly and carefully, shaking out all the stiffness in their frame, making sure that they were ready before they proceeded.

"May the Gods bless each of us." They were determined to return home with two masks, at the end of the night.

THE TRUE TEST IS BEFORE THE ALLFATHER.