((Originally posted by Kyzano))
Dragon was arriving on her own, she for one damn approved of boats as a way of travel. They weren't as noisy and honestly the water was quite nice at night. She was sitting in a gondola, what exactly that was she didn't know, but she figured it was the boat. She didn't know what anything beyond the utmost basic things, and those that were the same in her home country, were but she was enjoying the country nonetheless. Dragon hadn't ever been to a new country before now, never seen the point. Italy was, in some places, beautiful. As the small boat continued to glide along Dragon took in the night air. She had to give credit where it was due, despite her concerns on it, Dragon actually liked what she was wearing to this party.
It wasn't a dress, that had been the first thing that had worried her when she'd seen what the others were to be wearing. But thankfully Alpha had a better idea. She'd also been told it was a costume party or something like that. Dragon didn't really have a full grip on the word... but she remembered that it usually came up around the 31 of October, Halloween. She actually enjoyed that human holiday. So she'd brought with her an old style scythe, blunted of course, but still it was a weapon and that gave Dragon a vast amount of calmness in the midst of the fact that she was going to be around so many humans. It stood at 6 feet tall so it was a few inches taller than Dragon, who stood at 5’8’’ flat, but it didn't really matter, it wasn't heavy to her.
She was coming to the party as something called a Grim Reaper. Honestly she enjoyed the idea and the customization that V.I.L.E. was able to get for her made her swear to send any further business their way. Hey, she wasn't completely feral she needed clothes and they always had to be customized because of her lifestyle. Regular clothing was not made for hunting or living in the woods. She'd foregone any kind of footwear, it really wasn't cold to her, hell she could probably bathe comfortably in the water if she wanted, and instead both her arms and legs had been painted, though with something that smelt weird that was called henna? Dragon didn't know but honestly her legs up to her knees and her arms up to her elbows looked like a skeleton. Hands included but not on her palms or the bottoms of her feet. Her pants were basically black half cargos, they cut off just after her knees, she found that comforting, it was almost like her regular clothing just a bit shorter. Her shirt however was something that had stunned her lightly.
In order to create almost a more ominous presence the shirt was a re-enforced t-shirt that had a black chain wrapped around her abdomen. When she took a rather heavy step or sometimes even a lighter one you could hear the links sometimes clink against one another. But with the cloak she was wearing you couldn't see any of this. In fact you could barely see her at all, the sleeve opened up and went past her hands, it clung to her body somewhat but didn’t give away her gender but it wasn’t something that would be awkwardly big or small to her, it was frayed lightly on the bottom by her feet but did not touch the ground, giving it an aged look and revealed the 'bones' on her legs a little, it had a hood that completely covered her head, it extended some at the back and made a curved point that ended somewhere around her shoulder blades. The hood came and covered a little bit of her forehead but not much, just enough so that you couldn't see the edges of her mask.
Dragon downright loved the mask. It was metal and padded lightly with something soft, she had no idea what it was, it was a single layer mask that was curved and made to fit her face, and hers alone. It went up to cover her forehead and came down in a bit of a tri point. It covered just a bit past the bridge of her nose in the center ‘point’ and came down to just past the center of her cheeks for the other two more curved points, it covered her jaw bones as it went to only just before her ears before the strap came in holding it to her face, black leather strap, Dragon’s eyes peered out of the eye holes and her crimson slit pupil eyes caught the light, making it seem, thanks to the design of the mask, that her eyes were coming from empty sockets. Yeah, Dragon really liked the mask, especially since she didn’t have to worry about her fangs for once. It was nice. The fact that it had been painted to look exactly like a skull in proportion just made it that much sweeter. Oh yes it did.
Though she had been ready a while ago, Dragon had caught and eaten a small bird, hey she’d been hungry, and she had used some of the blood to lightly make some realistic stains on the cloak, she didn’t want to bloody the scythe though, so she’d left that alone. It was only after that she was glad that the people who had thought far enough ahead to make the designs on her hands had thought to make them waterproof. But anyway now she’d cleaned up and there were some realistic stains on her cloak, all completely dry and they weren't very red, hell they just made the black cloak look a bit darker in the right light but still it completed things, for Dragon anyway. Hey, from what she was told a Grim Reaper was a sign of death. Death meant someone had to kill and killing means blood.
The strange words from the man who had been... do you drive boats? Well he’d tapped her on the shoulder and pointed once he got no response from Dragon other then her turning her head slightly to glance at him from over her shoulder. Oh, she was here, carefully standing up she gave the man some coins, she didn’t even know what they were but she’d gotten them after buying some water earlier, she didn’t want to drink from the roads, and he nodded with a smile. Okay, she got out of the boat and heading towards the masses, her scythe across her shoulders her right arm holding onto it near the small handle for her other hand should she have been holding it in the correct position, the sleeve of her cloak sliding down to the elbow as she moved. For now she moved lightly, the chain not making noise, she’d spent nearly a day working on how to do so it is a lot harder then she thought, and froze on spot, her whole body tensing up along with the grip on her blunted weapon.
Cameras?! No one said anything about cameras! Breathing deeply Dragon forced herself to calm down. For all these humans knew, she was too. And she had her scythe, blunt but still useful if she wanted to bust some cameras. If all else failed she’d use her hands. But she would be civil for now. No reason to attract attention when none was being given.
Looking around again she sniffed lightly at the air, nope, she didn’t think she’d be able to peg anything specific but hey it never hurt to try. Deciding that for now she’d head over to the one of the fires where she could make out someone with red hair and... were those cat ears? Probably a mask, but still it intrigued her. She moved carefully, not quite so silently, timing her heavy footfalls appropriately, making sure not to hit anyone with either end of her scythe accidentally. As she made her way over she noticed someone without their mask who was waving at something, another person who most of the cameras were pointed at and a brief flash of gold from the corner of her eye that drew her eye but she missed where it came from as people mingled, she’d figure it out later.
