#mersinary

Once Raven had gone out of sight of the training area’s cameras, Jackal had taken a moment to wonder where she’d gone before realization clicked in and.... She was a little too late in getting to the door, silently cursing herself for hesitating. 

Well. Not that it was all bad, the look on her cohort’s face a welcome sight in its own. 

Until she was fumbling for mask so rudely plucked off, hands clasping around it almost protectively. Glare matches Raven’s off before she’s whipping her gaze away, pointedly backing away out of reach as she tries to put dog mask back on while still keeping a watchful eye over the other.

Oh, this was a dangerous game they played. Neither would get out completely unscathed and it seemed Raven would draw first blood, having been met with stubborn resistance, piercing skin as a droplet of blood forming on tip of claw. A soft hiss of pain left Jackal’s lips, finally allowing chin to be pushed up though amber eyes still glared at Raven from beneath mask. 

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up.

What was probably another inane, long-winded rant about god knows what offense to nature she’s been working on (pretty sure god wanted nothing to do with her) was cut short with nothing but Raven’s finger to her lips. 

Immediately clawed gloves scramble to grab hold of that ‘beloved’ mask of hers, now being held well out of reach by an insufferable colleague. “Oh-Curse you, give that back!!” Now, despite popular belief, Jackal did not automatically burst into flames or even melt at the removal of her mask but boy, did she look frustrated at the loss of it.