Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-33229352-20190520040115/@comment-33229352-20190602072804

Revive)) Rumors had flown through the compound that the Jackal was calling a meeting. That was his way– it was a rare time he announced one, he simply trusted word-of-mouth to do the job for him. He expected everyone to attend. The Masked One paced in front of the throne in the main hall, hands clasped behind his back. The Eagle and the Hyena flanked the throne dias on either side. The Hyena was stoic, unmoving, save for the occasional tilt of his head. Perhaps he still wasn’t accustomed to wearing a mask all of the time. Most masks weren’t heavy, but they certainly had some weight to them. The Eagle was the opposite of him; she was fidgeting with a dart in her hand, murmuring under her breath, like a one-sided conversation. Occasionally, she made a shushing sound. The Jackal would look at her intermittently in his pacing, but it was difficult to tell if he was bothered by her. He actually seemed a little excited. There was definitely a pep to his step. What could be going on?