Dark Grey Wolf Mask
A masquerade? Oh, of course she must go. She could go on and on about how she'd primped and prepped for this evening, trying to reach for an old feeling that hasn't been present in herself or Caido in so long, but that's not nearly as exciting as her actual presence. So she slinks into the crowd, a dark wolf mask affixed to her face that is at odds with her beautiful smiling lips but perfectly harmonious with her dark, short hair. Her bare nape feels incredibly strange, but admittedly freeing. It's all part of the change, the newness.
There are so many to ogle and coo over, though most seem shy and reluctant. It leaves her with her pick of the litter, so to speak. There is a distressed looking person in a birch mask that she sidles up next to, dark eyes nearly blending in with the hues of her mask as she peers through it at the perfect stranger. "Not used to parties?" she says silkily, unassuming and almost comforting, hoping to strike up conversation.
A masquerade? Oh, of course she must go. She could go on and on about how she'd primped and prepped for this evening, trying to reach for an old feeling that hasn't been present in herself or Caido in so long, but that's not nearly as exciting as her actual presence. So she slinks into the crowd, a dark wolf mask affixed to her face that is at odds with her beautiful smiling lips but perfectly harmonious with her dark, short hair. Her bare nape feels incredibly strange, but admittedly freeing. It's all part of the change, the newness.
There are so many to ogle and coo over, though most seem shy and reluctant. It leaves her with her pick of the litter, so to speak. There is a distressed looking person in a birch mask that she sidles up next to, dark eyes nearly blending in with the hues of her mask as she peers through it at the perfect stranger. "Not used to parties?" she says silkily, unassuming and almost comforting, hoping to strike up conversation.
