Thread:Crowsoul50/@comment-39025738-20200102143210/@comment-33229352-20200104051047

Shiloh gave the Raven a look. "Well, he's by the docks, and there was no way he had the time to drop off the Stingray and run over there, so yes, he's not behaving. We better get a move on," she added as she started to head to the docks.

The Hyena hopped into the boat and laid his battle axe down on the floor. He kept looking back at the compound. It was only a matter of time before they were found out. "You know how to drive this thing? I think boats got a little more complicated since the last time I used one. And if you worked for a deity, how come you decided to be a Masked One?" his voice was shaking slightly.

The Raccoon's animals were making quick work of the mask. It was still in very rough shape, but it definitely looked different than the broken Jackal Mask-- meaner, more streamlined. The craftsman (craftsthem?) kept glancing over at the Jackal as they worked.

The Jackal in particular had taken to pacing in front of the throne. His impatience was obvious. He frequently reached up to touch his face, as if he kept having to remind himself that his mask was no longer there. There was a sense of vulnerability that he felt, something he hadn't had in centuries.

He was deep in thought. The feeling he had when Eidolon's soul passed through his body, however brief, was intoxicating. The only issue was that his mask hadn't been powerful enough to absorb and contain it. The energy it had... if he consumed something like that, he wouldnt have to go hunting for a long, long time, maybe ever.

The Eagle hadn't moved from her perch and was watching the Jackal. She was afraid to speak, lest she set him off. She didn't really even know what to say, either.