BlAcK-RoSe2

 Inspired by Phantom of the Opera It might also help to have watched Maleficent (some minor spoilers) What's the one thing she loved about masked balls? The excitement of mystery. Not to mention the extravagant gowns and handsome suits that roamed the halls upon halls of chandeliers; reds, blues, whites, pinks— they all meandered, mingling with each other like crowded umbrellas. Every sight and smell was fresh and new, each unique moment was truly breathtaking. Anyone could enjoy and bathe in the glory of masked balls. , however, was not one of those colourful individuals. She loathed the shallow women who viewed such art as an excuse

 Inspired by Phantom of the Opera It might also help to have watched Maleficent (some minor spoilers) What's the one thing she loved about masked balls? The excitement of mystery. Not to mention the extravagant gowns and handsome suits that roamed the halls upon halls of chandeliers; reds, blues, whites, pinks— they all meandered, mingling with each other like crowded umbrellas. Every sight and smell was fresh and new, each unique moment was truly breathtaking. Anyone could enjoy and bathe in the glory of masked balls. , however, was not one of those colourful individuals. She loathed the shallow women who viewed such art as an excuse

 Inspired by Phantom of the Opera It might also help to have watched Maleficent (some minor spoilers) What's the one thing she loved about masked balls? The excitement of mystery. Not to mention the extravagant gowns and handsome suits that roamed the halls upon halls of chandeliers; reds, blues, whites, pinks— they all meandered, mingling with each other like crowded umbrellas. Every sight and smell was fresh and new, each unique moment was truly breathtaking. Anyone could enjoy and bathe in the glory of masked balls. , however, was not one of those colourful individuals. She loathed the shallow women who viewed such art as an excuse

~Author's Note: Human Scar. That is all. <3 Enjoy!!~ ~Also, animals are considered tribes (i.e. Lion Tribe, Hyena Tribe, etc) and a person's race, though the human versions retain animalistic qualities :)~ The unobscured, merciless African sun beats down upon your bare flesh and yet you’re unfazed as you slink through the burning savannah grass, bone-dagger in hand, and follow the lingering scent of the prey. Your tapered (e/c) eyes flit about you nervously every few seconds—you’re far beyond your tribe’s territory and into another’s, but you were forced to venture farther than ever in search of food. The sc