there was something wrong about the fur framing his face. it was too smooth, too shiny to be real. and yet, she couldn't help but watch from afar, puzzling over the simple mystery. he was an enigma, newcomer was. heck, she didn't even know his name! (which was why she had dubbed him 'newcomer' in the first place.) but it wasn't until the she-dog crept closer, did she realize why his features were so polished, so cultivated. they weren't real.
the mask, that horrid porcelain piece.. it was sewn into his face.
the mask, that horrid porcelain piece.. it was sewn into his face.
