Blue Horned Mask
To say he was reluctant to participate would’ve been an understatement. Perhaps because he was often incapable of anonymity, or that he was overly suspicious of the comings and goings of everything sanctioned and centered upon the event itself.
Swallowing down the notions with only the vaguest of silent, inward grumbles, he, unlike many, didn’t toil before the rows of masks. It could’ve been instinct alone that prompted him towards a mask along the corner: a dark blue, nearly black, like tracings of midnight, down the length of the nose. Matching horns extended from the top, nearly devilish and demonic in their design, and there was no more thought given to its features as he placed it over his face, and advanced towards the snacks.
To say he was reluctant to participate would’ve been an understatement. Perhaps because he was often incapable of anonymity, or that he was overly suspicious of the comings and goings of everything sanctioned and centered upon the event itself.
Swallowing down the notions with only the vaguest of silent, inward grumbles, he, unlike many, didn’t toil before the rows of masks. It could’ve been instinct alone that prompted him towards a mask along the corner: a dark blue, nearly black, like tracings of midnight, down the length of the nose. Matching horns extended from the top, nearly devilish and demonic in their design, and there was no more thought given to its features as he placed it over his face, and advanced towards the snacks.
