[Xelinator]

Omg mark O-O

[tenlittlesoldierboys]

--- Dropping out c: ---

[River Song]

What is it like to fly?
How does it feel to spread your feathers against the wind and soar.
To defy gravity.
To fly is to be free, so I will try and fly.


Username;; River Song
Name;; Vida, meaning life in Spanish.
Gender;; Female
Story;;

A petit viscet paused carefully. The woods in front of her, although sparse, were also foreboding. Muerte blinked her many coloured eyes, her bright blue mane being ruffled slightly by the light breeze that seemed constant.

Dropping, not enough time.. Beautiful viscet, though.

[Mommy Amon]

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╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱╲╱

✘ Dalgony ✘

✘ Apostle ✘

✘ Male ✘

Back arched, hind legs ready to launch, ears perked, Apostle felt the evening breeze whistle through his mane as he focused more intently on his target. Running his frost covered tongue against the tip of his talon-like beak, he silently unhinged his front claws from the branch to enable a fast pounce and locked his gaze onto his next meal. He won't miss this time.



Making his way back into his den, his head drooped down to the sound of his stomach rumbling once again. The sound echoed through the hollow trees surrounding him. It was a sound he didn't take notice of anymore, as he has grown used to it; day by day followed with nothing apart from unsuccessful and hopeless hunts. What did he do wrong? He had the position right, his body movement, his speed. Yet every single time they managed to fly away just in time for him to bite the dust. Apostle dragged himself down the path he alone created unknowingly. His instincts guiding him forward, he took a look around to see nothing but trees. Trees, wood and grass. Every single day he was greeted with the same view of the same scenery. Although it would be tiring for some, Apostle appreciated the forest that was now his home. The mist that floated in the air in the mornings never managed to let him down by not being there. The vines above his den created a perfect hiding spot, which in return helped him disappear from the loud nothingness of the forest. As he continued to make his way throughout the trees, walking around one of the biggest logs he already found himself next to the river waterfall that made him realise that he was closer to home than he thought. Picking up his pace he trotted towards the water and looked down. The gentle stream stole small leaves and twigs from the banks and carried them only to be swallowed by the minor waterfalls. Looking on, the moon's reflection made a perfect white circle, and it's glow made the whole river shimmer, and even though the sky was empty, the water held a thousands stars that the night couldn't provide.



After taking a drink, he jumped over it and carried on walking. Not long after he found himself next to his den - which in fact was a huge hollow log. Its tangled roots and hanging vines provided him enough protection for it to be safe from any bigger animals. He slowly climbed inside and collapsed on the floor, exhausted and starving. How long was he going to go like this before he gets a proper meal? Turning over on to his other side he noticed a small gap in the bark through which he could see a tall tree. It was without leaves, just like any other tree in this forest, however on one of it's branches sat a small bird. An owl? Can't be, it's too small. However just as he was getting into a better position to see it more clearly, the log creaked under him and the creature flew away. Apostle banged his head on the log's side in disappointment and in minutes, his rumbling stomach lulled him to sleep.



Screeching from outside brought Apostle back to the living. Still half-asleep he covered his ears with his paws and tried to ignore it but the ringing of the calls were driving him crazy. Sitting up he focused his ears on what was going on outside, but with no luck; the sounds were something he hadn't heard before. Although it was new and strange, he could already say he hated whatever made it. Crawling out from underneath the choking vines and dense roots, he noticed it was still very early as the sky was only a lighter shade than that of midnight. Looking up, he noticed a bird circling in the sky. It seemed oddly similar to the bird he saw last night... Unless that was a dream. He shook himself and stretched his legs. He took a step outside and walked towards the black circle that flew from cloud to cloud. In return, the bird decided to fly away, so to not lose his possible meal he ran after it. However although he was faster than a stupid bird, it was getting away. His heart was starting to beat out of his chest, and his rough breathing began to wear him out - but he didn't stop; he couldn't stop. His paws carried him further after the bird. And although he felt the immense pain of every step, his exhausted muscles and the beating rhythm that danced in his head on and on, his limbs didn't listen. He started to lose feeling and senses, all he could concentrate on was the small cloud that was emitted from his mouth with every exhale. The ground around him flattened out, the trees were gone, he was surrounded by pitch black. Out of nowhere his legs stopped working and his body collapsed on him. He rolled over a few times from the impact and then laid there motionless. Unable to move, his eyes were running wild circles and his head was flooding him with millions of questions, worries and unanswerable thoughts. He could see nothing but blackness, nothingness. Then he remembered.



The bird.

As soon as the word entered his muddled mind, crows began to emerge from the shadows. It was hard to distinguish them from the black surroundings but they were there alright. Everywhere, crows and ravens filled every inch of what he could see. Everything told him to move, to get out of there but once again his limbs didn't obey. They were coming right at him and he was unable to do ANYTHING. Was he seriously going to get demolished by what he thought was supposed to be his prey? Is this some sort of payback? For all the failed attempts at hunting birds? What was he thinking, that's just plain stupid. As if reading his mind, the swarm sped up and were heading right at him and the screeching and calling got louder with every second. His sight was getting blurry and it looked as if some were splitting into even more birds. Feathers filled his vision as he tried to look beyond the wings for anything at all. He felt like the area he was in was tightening around him, as he began running out of breath. They were so close he could feel the wind from their wings on his face yet he was unable to do anything as his body continued to ignore his mind's commands. Laying there, all he could do was hope.



Knowing this was his end, he closed his eyes and thought to himself, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so selfish. Giving up completely, his paw allowed him to move it up to his eye to cover his face. Apostle's life flashed before him, and to no one's surprise it was just him. Him and the forest - all alone. In fact that 'life flash' was nothing more than one image. One image could represent his life as nothing he ever did differed from it. What he saw in his head then was him, on a tree branch, staring at a small innocent bird on the floor, pecking at the grass. Seems recent doesn't it? Yet that's how most of his life has been. Even though he was an omnivore, and had a supply of forest food he chose to feed on live animals, mostly birds. Why? To satisfy his cravings. Cravings he created himself by choosing to kill and not spare. He squinted his eyes beneath his paw, laid his ears flat and apologised to himself over and over. He waited. And waited. The screeching hushed down and became a bird song. It turned from unbearable to beautiful. Apostle gently lifted his left paw from his eye only to witness the same birds, now flying slower and more gracefully. As if time itself shrank and was having mercy on him. He lifted his head and watched on as the birds slowly batted their wings. It wasn't frightening anymore, it was graceful. The movement of the feathers, the wind rushing through each wing, from bird to bird. Beaks each as pointed as their claws, powerful legs with incredibly razor-sharp talons. Small machines of destruction, yet they were beautiful in their own way.



But they were still heading in his direction and still very close. Although he calmed down, he could still feel the shiver down his spine as he imagined the birds tear him apart. Something told him to stand still though, so for once he obeyed someone that wasn't him. As he stared on at the birds, time released them and they rushed on with incredible speed just like they were before. Apostle watched on with fear, but instead of launching at him they were attacking something behind him. Within seconds he heard a deafening rumbling roar from right behind him. Jumping away, what he witnessed was indescribable. A bear, triple the size of him was being attacked by a swarm of birds. Were they... protecting him? Black birds were being thrown all around the place, the bear's huge paws were no match for the birds but they fought nevertheless. With one swipe a hoard of birds went flying to the ground, with what he could only image was the sound of thousand broken bones.



They wouldn't make it and he knew it. Without a moment's hesitation he leaped towards the enormous creature. The bear spotted him mid-air and growled. Apostle glared at the bear and continued to hold eye contact until he reached him. As soon as they were only millimeters away from each other and about to clash, everything went black. Once again, Apostle couldn't feel anything. Everything was numb, senseless and seemed pointless. But just as quickly as everything disappeared, he woke up. He jerked his head up right into the top of the log. The impact sent him back down in pain. He rubbed his head with his paw and looked around. Turns out he was back in his log, safe and sound - it was all just a dream? It seemed way too realistic for it to only be a mind trick. He shook the thought away and crawled out of the end of the log. A sense of deja vu gripped onto the back of his throat when he heard a raven's croak. No way, please not again, he thought to himself. He looked up onto the tree that was just above his head. In response to what he saw, his tail brushed beneath him in fear.



Apostle had no idea how to react or what to expect. Instead he stood there silently, looking up at the bird. Sensing his fear, the bird flew down and landed right before him. It jerked his head to the side and gaped at him with its huge eyeball. It eyed Apostle whole and after a moment of judging it made up its mind and hopped over to the Viscet, waddled up his front leg and sat on his shoulder. Mesmerized, he had no idea what to do. They both sat there awkwardly for a good couple seconds, staring in opposite directions, acting as if that didn't just happen. The raven seemed to get bored of it and nipped on his ear. Apostle moved his head away instantly with a growl in protest. The bird tried to not lose balance on his side with the movement. He jumped over to the Viscet's beak and sat at the tip of it. After a while of holding eye contact, the feathered creature pecked on his beak with his own. Does he think I'm one of his? Can't be, birds like this are smarter than that, he thought. His stomach rumbled again, interrupting his train of thought. He instinctively looked down forgetting the bird on his beak. It cawed and mid-fall saved itself by opening it's wings. After landing safely it took off straight away and cawed at the Viscet to follow him. Apostle was tempted to have the bird as a snack. He could launch any minute now and have him for sure. Something held him back though, so he didn't - instead he followed the black bird. They walked on in silence for a couple minutes before they reached something he didn't expect to see.



A bunch of crows were breaking apart a bear. There were 3 groups each consisting of a handful of crows and ravens each feeding on a part of a body. A bear?.. He watched them as they ripped pieces of flesh away from bones and chewed onto the meat. They cawed at each other if any got too close. Apostle started to notice how similar they and him were. He wasn't able to think much of it though as the bird leading him called for him to not stop. He continued to walk down the forest behind the flying blackness before him. The sky was showing signs of an existing sun. Looking up, the rays began to shine through the everlasting clouds. Bringing his attention back with a screech Apostle looked down at him again and saw a drooping tree with hanging branches covering what looked as an entrance to something. The raven instantly flew through it so he followed without hesitation. Breaking through the leaves he had to look away in order to not go blind from the sun. The trees were covered with leaves that were the brightest green and the grass was as live as ever. The forest breeze carried the green life in a rhythm that suited his heart beat. Taking in the scenery he tried to find the bird. From a caw he realised he was beside him, standing on a branch of berries.



Apostle threw himself at the bush without any control. His week-long hunger was finally going to stop. Why was I so stubborn on eating meat? This tastes amazing! He closed his eyes as he chewed on the branches. The flavours dancing in his mouth, the sweet juice against his taste buds felt like heaven. His ears jerked every time it hit the spot - which was often. His tail started wagging as he switched from branch to branch. After satisfying his starving needs, he opened his eyes and looked at the bird that was enjoying a meal with him. Slowing down but still eating, Apostle nodded at the bird in thanks and he replied with a caw, resulting in berries falling from his jaw. The Viscet giggled with his mouth full and passed him another branch that was nearby. The raven hopped onto it and straight onto his head. It bent over and looked down into the Viscet's eye for a while. He then settled down on his head and fell asleep. Apostle continued to nom on blueberries and raspberries until he got sick of them. After that he gently lay down beneath the cover of the pomegranate thorns to not disturb the bird that now inhibited on his head. Closing his eyes, they both let the sunlight's rays keep them warm and the tender rustle of the grass lull them to sleep.





Everything is beautiful in it's very own way
We're sometimes just too selfish to notice
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► Loves meat, however he refrains from eating it unless it's already dead. Although the bird does sometimes find him nibbling on his wing occasionally. Apostle loves to playfully mess with it, tugging at it's feathers, stepping on the tail etc.

► Prefers to be in closed spaces to feel secure. He loves his log den as it's cramped, damp and small. Open spaces make him paranoid and afraid of literally nothing so small spaces is his thing. Especially loves feeling all 4 sides against him, to know that it's just him and nothing else

► Apostle loves to climb trees and lay there, watching the sky, or the tree tops. Especially watch birds fly by. It's not the same story with coming back down though.

► He's grown to love cranberries. So sour and sweet at the same time, makes him cringe with delight. He'd do anything just for a bush, including leaving meat out of his diet. Thanks to his crow friend he started loving all the berries, fruits and vegetation that he finds around the forest

► And lastly he loves his bird companion. He used to be lonely most of the time, unable to make any friends due to not being able to stop himself from eating them. But now, he has someone he can trust, count on and depend. He loves his crow friend and wouldn't give him up for anything

► Being all alone. Even though he spent most of his time being independent and lonely, he truly hates it. Having no one by his side really puts him down and honestly, makes him angry. He knew it was his fault that he couldn't have any friends, yet he couldn't control himself. His worst fear is ending up alone again if anything was to happen to his friend.

► Squirrels. Apostle hates them so much. He doesn't exactly have a reason but every time he spots one he just feels pure hatred towards them.

► Open spaces are scary according to him. Linking back to the previous point on crowded spaces, he's terrified of being left alone in big areas. Apostle is afraid of what could be stalking him, watching him, or be there with without him knowing so. There's just so much possibilities that he doesn't like, he prefers to just have himself with him.

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[Cryptz]

Username;; Rainbow Noivern
Name;; Adrianna (goes by Fex)
Gender;; female
Story;;

Fex is a Fed-Ex plane pilot. She works hard to deliver mail to
everyone on time, and she respects the packages by always
being careful. During a storm, she and her crew mates attempted
emergency landing. With no land in sight due to the rain, she was
forced to try and fly above the storm. She gave the co-pilot the
controls as she went to check the packages. She tied some rope
around the larger boxes so they wouldn't slide, and than she put the
Smaller boxes behind them. On her way back to the front of the plane,
some lightning struck one of the wings. Taking back the controls, Fex tried
her best to smooth out the flight, but the pressure was to intense. The plane
crashed shortly after she fell inconvenience...
Awakening on a small island, her crew was nowhere to be found. She was nowhere
near the crashed plane, in fact, she couldn't even find it! Looking around she actually
was under a roof made of large palm leaves. A native visect walked up to her.
"Ahh your awake now," said an old man, "please let us attend to your wounds."
Quickly Fex got up. Uncertain of who the strange man was, she looked at him terrified.
"Oh please, don't be afraid! Here, my name is Akita. I am known as 'the rabbit' here. What is
your name?"
"My name is Adrianna. You can call me Fex though."
"Fex huh? A short name, but a strong one."
"Where is my crew? Oh please say they survived!"
"Everyone is alright. Here, let me introduce you to the people of the island." And having said
that, Fex and Aki walked to a large hut. Inside was a smell unlike any she has ever smelt before.
It wasn't a bad smell, in fact it smelled delicious! It was just different. Suddenly a curtain moved
And a large male visect.
"Ahh this is Ray! he will show you around. My bones are to brittle to walk to much"

"Hello there Ray, I am Fex. It's nice to meet you." She said with a brimming smile. But all he did
was nod and start to walk. *thinking* "well that was rude..." After a long tour of the island, and
sight seeing, the two got acquainted with each other. However, Ray didn't speak much. Arriving
back at the hut, a small feast was later out. Her crew mates were all there, and so were several
Others. The tribe has treated them so nicely, and they have been so generous! After the meal,
she slept in a nice little cot that Aki, and another set up for her to sleep in.
In the morning she was greeted by 7 youngsters. They all urged her to go to the elders hut and wait
There. She waited for hours, but with determination and some patience, she waited quietly. Taking
Her timetime, the tribe elder arrived with a red and gold bandanna wrapped around several other
Accessories. The most remarkable, however, was the skull on top of it. Dry and carved, the mask
Was quite impressive. The elder told her that she was always welcome back to the island and gave her
the name, "Fex the peregrine falcon." Accepting the garments, she walked out the hut to see her crew
waiting for her in 3 helicopters, waving for her to hurry up. Turning back to thank the villagers, she noticed
that Ray also was waiting for her on the helicopter.
"What are you doing Ray? Isn't this your home?"
"I've decided I wanted to learn more about the outside world, and more about... You."
(Note:I'm dying dang flabbit Ray!)
And with him saying those simple words, they all flew back to the mainland together.


I mixed some "cast away" with some other story we read in school and got this .-.




Me and my low self esteem will be leaving now (°u°)

[Tazaria]

Pulling out, good luck!!

[Wolves of Rain]

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Story Preview
I once asked my mother why my name is Gypsy. It is indeed a strange name. Who would one name their pup after a nomadic people?

"Because we are wanderers." she answered simply.

"Why are we wanderers?" I responded. She shrugged, and that was the silence that followed as she walked away.

As I stopped by the stream later to get a drink, I looked at myself through the water. Were we really wanderers? As I sat there in thought, I realized I had answered my question a long time ago. We weren't wanderers. We were running.

As I returned to the pack in their lounge under the cool shade of the trees to ask my mother once again, I discovered why we were running. They were gone.

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[Lady_Novianti]

Username;; Veni Vidi Cepi
Name;; Geráki
Gender;; Male
Story;;

Geráki walked along the now broken and cracked ground. As his paws swept along a thick crack,
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[invincible llama]

just watching- this bab is beautiful


this is gonna be interesting

[oakfire]

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>>username; aecian
>>viscet name; kynthia // means "moon"
>>viscet gender; female

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the smell of freshly turned vegetation tickled the viscling's nose and stirred her into wakefulness. the sun slowly crept above the trees with
grasping claws of light to gain pawholds on puffy clouds. gradually, it shed light on the overturned leaves and nibbled grass -- a deer path
from the previous night. tiny jaws stretched in a great yawn, and the young viscet clambered to her paws to inspect the trail, breath from
her nose stirring loose leaves.

after a gentle admiration and a rush of regret for not having awoken for the pass of another animal, kynthia began her daily trek down the
mountain side. her goal was to reach the pond at the bottom to spend the day at, a place for a cool drink and time to watch the dragonflies
and the fish. maybe she could play along the forest edge, watch the songbirds and the hawks, peer up into the trees and try to gather the
courage to step more then three strides in before high-tailing it back to the pond's safety.

already planning her day, kynthia hurried across the deer path and looped around a large white pine, picking the pace up to a chaotic charge
down the hillside, delighting in the feeling that she might go tumbling and somersaulting down the hill, no matter how dangerous the
accidental act might be. luckily for her, she reached the bottom of the slop without difficulty.

half a day passed away like a breeze, with the occasional annoying cry from the forest edge. kynthia dismissed it as a songbird and continued
to creep along a tussock of grass that threatened to dip her into the water. gazing down at the darting fish, the viscling's ear twitched at a
mournful cry, this time accompanied by a muffled flap-flap and the rustle of grass.

touched by curiosity, kynthia backpedaled along the tussock and crept slowly in the direction of the sounds. another shriek struck her with
fear, and, filled with adrenaline, kynthia raced back to the pond. skidding to a stop in a clump of bushes, she turned and peeked back out
to where the terrifying sound had came from. nothing moved. nothing made a sound. only a few moments passed, yet it felt like a year
passed with each heavy breath that racked the young kynthia's lungs. when her rasping breath settled into quiet, slow rhythms, the young
creature crept from the bushes and slowly, oh so slowly, made her way back to the source of the sounds.

silence greeted her as she moved forward, ears swung forward to catch any little peep. there, laying in the grass with a heaving chest, lay
a young falcon. a merlin, in fact. his colors were still muddled and his body chubby from his pampered time in the nest. sharp brown eyes met
kynthia's, hard and fierce to her soft and concerned. "are you hurt, little one?" she asked. though she knew the bird could not understand
her, kynthia half believed that this helpless creature would respond. curious, she gazed up into the trees, and the nest that sat high above
her head. the poor thing must have been attempting to fly, only to fail and land far below the safety of home. upon an inspection at a safe
distance from the sharp beak and flared wings, kynthia deemed that the merlin was not hurt. no scent of blood pervaded the air, and, it
seemed that the bird had decided to try again.

wings extended and raised, revealing their darkly barred undersides. the curve straightened and flapped once in an experiment. quickly,
kynthia scrambled backwards to give this bird room. the merlin didn't bother to look back at her, and instead set its sights on the sky. one
testing flap became a powerful one. a powerful flap became two. for a terrifying moment, nothing happened but the stirring of the grass.
and then, flight! the merlin rose into the air, scraping the tops of vegetation. talons extended, and the bird shakily landed on a jutting
branch that had long since fallen into the clearing. all of kynthia's fear had been forgotten at this point, instead, she marveled for a long
moment, then leaped forward, shouting excitedly. "well? what are you waiting for? you can do it!"

the falcon glared back at her, and instead extended only one wing, running his beak along the edge of his primary feathers. kynthia stared,
her eyes practically boring a hole into the other creature. words did not work, but what about emotion? concentrating, she poured every
ounce of anticipation into her gaze.

the bird didn't look at her.

again, it seemed like years passed. finally, the bird shuffled both wings, and then raised them. leg muscles bunched and pushed. suddenly,
the creature was aloft. his wings curved and caught the headwind, casting him up into the air. flaps came awkward and graceless at first,
but quickly leveled out. he flew!

"you did it!" kynthia cried out, jumping high into the air with her excitement. "you're flying!"

the bird banked, circling above her twice, as if soaking in the cheers of the viscet below him. at the end of his second pass, the merlin
beat his wings and vanished. up, up, he went. over the trees and out into the world.

kynthia turned her admiration filled gaze from the bird to the forest edge, sobering.

if the merlin could find the strength to fly out into the great blue yonder, then kynthia could find the courage to step among those looming
trunks. after many days of keeping to safety, the viscet finally stepped into the trees.

one paw landed, and then another.

again, again, and again.

(( years later ))

down from her mountain the sage came, through the trees she had grown to know so well. years had passed among these pines, and her
paws had worn dozens of paths up and down, east to west. she made a point to follow her favorite at least once in cycle of the moon,
down to the pond below her home.

slowly, she made the trek, stopping to drink in the scent of witch's hair moss and fresh pine sap. upon reaching her destination, her nose
dipped down to the water, eager to get a refreshing drink.

a muffle squawk stopped her.

immediately, the viscet was transported to the past, when she had been young. when she had made the trip down here from a different
mountain, to play on the water's edge. her mind flashed back to the merlin in the grass, so many years ago.

now, here she was, under a mask shaped like the falcons she had grown fond of, with jewelry and cloth adorning her instead of mud and grass
from a nest of the previous night's slumber. everything was so different, yet so similar all the same. cautiously, kynthia made her way to
the source of the squawk.

there, in the grass, lay a merlin. not young this time. no, this time he lay there, old and beaten, wings tattered and dull. he lay there,
left to the animals and the elements. kynthia immediately refused to let anything other then time take the bird. quietly murmuring, she curled
herself in the grass around the bird, like a mother and her egg. the bird didn't struggle. in fact, he watched her, his raptor's gaze locked on
her face and the mask that lay across her features.

she had no way to tell if this bird was the same as the one so many years ago, yet something whispered to her that it was. she wondered
why he was so calm. was it the mask? did he think one of his own gods had descended from the sky to ease his path?

kynthia stayed until the next morning, until the bird's breath had slowed and stopped.

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hemlock butte rose high above the hill that kynthia hatched on. she gazed at its heights in her young age, since the moment her mother
left her on her own to the moment she learned to walk where she had not dared to before. kynthia began to make a name for herself as she
grew older and older.

"wise woman."

"sage."

"the viscet on the mountain."

many came to her for advice, knowledge, healing, and help. she gave it to them, and they gave her things back. trinkets like earrings
and cloth, picked up by the stray paw, flowed in like currency. when she had truly helped, viscets were more inclined to give her more
valuable items.

one of those quickly became her favorite. she had healed a viscet, told him kind words, and in response, he presented the sage of hemlock
butte a mask.

the sharp beak, the angle and harshness -- it was so cunning and intimidating, and pushed memories upon her. she was reminded of the
hawks and falcons soaring on currents of wind, reminded of the young merlin she had once stumbled upon.

she has worn the mask ever since.