Razor had let go of Foran's shoulder and began to walk with the group towards the woods, as unpleasant as the place sounded...but it was the best that they had. If all else failed, the Ramen still had their tent and bedrolls. Though, it would be sort of...cramped, with five people. Hopefully the male human had something to help him in that regard, and hopefully the Vulparri was more comfortable sleeping under the stars. That would significantly improve things.<br/><br/>Though, there was a surprising event that shocked Razor. He had heard the sound of Foran's breathing change...unfiltered by the mask. It was already bad enough that Foran was doing injury check in front of strangers...but now he was revealing himself? He could not help but think that his companion was rushing himself or doing things that were too extreme. After all, his companion was more introverted than anything, even having hard times to mingle with his fellow Ramen...even sometimes pulling away from Razor on off days...though, one would assume Razor's 'episodes' in the past might attest to this. Luckily, Razor hadn't had an episode in a while...maybe he was healing?<br/><br/>Not wanting his companion to be self conscious about himself, Razor had sympathetically shed his disguise. The first to go was his robe. All he did was raise his arms to let down his hood. The first thing exposed was his many, many layers of toxic spines that lined his scalp and even went down to cover the back of his neck. From a distance and glance, it looked like real, dark hair. But upon closer inspection, one could find the many, many individual pricks that adorned his crown. The mask still worked well in covering his face for the time being. He then retracted his arms back into his robes and rolled his shoulders to seemingly shrug off the cloak-like robe, though it clung to one arm so he could easily catch it. The sight beneath was...beastly...<br/><br/>The same pattern of his arms matched his body. He was almost ungodly thin with skin so white, it could almost blind a man by looking at him under a bright sun, though at night...it dimmed and seemed groggy. And the red, purple, and blue of veins traveled underneath the thin skin, almost poetically moving like snakes and plant roots going through milky silt water, rising and following bumps of bones. His legs were oddly jointed to show what appeared to be alien feet with three toes that ended with powerful claws...two in front and one in back. This features nearly showed that it seemed Ramen can have various types of limbs, showing themselves to be very unique.<br/><br/>And it seemed, underneath the robes, he wore very little. Across his upper arms, chest, and back he wore was looked like leather straps that had numerable holders and hooks to hold onto things. Already there were vials of different sorts as well as gear, food provisions (mostly meat), and scrolls. And for the waist down, he seemed to wear leather shorts that had pants-legs that only went below the knee.<br/><br/>All that was left was his mask, the dark thing that almost portrayed what appeared to be a wolf, an apex predator...one that still survives to this date based on teamwork, loyalty, speed, and cunning. It was a beautiful thing of art...though the face underneath it was something one would think would be better suited on a mask. With careful and practiced ease, Razor had removed his mask with one hand and placed the mask in the midst of his robe, which he slung over his shoulder. His face...was something one would find in the darkest nightmares of the most disturbed minds...<br/><br/>The first noticeable feature was that he had no eyes to speak of. What stood in place appeared to be vicious gashes that looked like it was dealt upon him by beast or lash. It seemed to have gone down deep into the few thing layers of skin that he had. Though, it showed that it didn't cause his lost of eyes, the areas with which he would of had them being flat and have no bone structure of sockets. His nose was equally gone, only two elongated, diagonal circles were there, oftentimes twitching wider and narrower as he constantly sniffed the air for shifting scents. His ears appeared normal, if not for being elongated at the tips and more at an angle to help improve his sense of hearing, able to hear things clearer and at longer distances. And his mouth barely past for such. There was barely anything to pass for lips, only two parts of flesh that came together over his mouth...which seemed to be inhumanly long, the points connecting at the ears...and his teeth, just barely visible, seemed to run all along the mouth and were needle shaped. This could account for the hissing speak...<br/><br/>With his features exposed and his 'disguise' on his shoulder, he continued to walk with the others towards the woods, though ignoring the man's words about how hard it is to look at Ramen, he proceeded to respond to most other things that he was talking about,"Well, Man of Steel and Blood...I had forgotten my name long ago...but you may call me Razor. It's been a popular name for me lately. And I am willing to work and trust...so long as our goals of surviving the night stays. Tomorrow, though, we shall see where our paths will take us."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>