The Shadow crept slowly through the entrance of the Masque, determined to go unnoticed for as long as possible, or at least barely noticed, as he was a Shadow. Who notices a Shadow unless you are specifically looking for one or thinking about your own. 

The all-covering black spandex suit made movement a little hard, as well as breathing. The breathing wasn’t hard, just the feeling of having your own breath trapped against your mouth and nose by the all too tight fabric. Not a night to forget to brush ones teeth. Ah well, at least he’d be the only one to suffer.  

He’d transfigured his fingernails to an abnormally long length, and dipped his fingers into india ink up to the first knuckle. this was a compromise to his original idea of all fabrics, as the fingernails kept piercing through the thin fabric.  

With face and body completely obscured in black, he slowly made his way through the crowds, looking around for the first reveller to… well, shadow... 
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