10 Minutes Power Hour Sentence Starter | Part 4 Lite Brite + Decorating A Christmas Tree

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it’s with a fluid, albeit LAZY action that the shaman sits up, his floating flora coming to circle around his head like an earthen halo. as the werewolf provides DENIAL, a slow smirk begins to overtake dox’s mouth. YEAH, he doesn’t believe shiro for a SECOND—

but he doesn’t FAULT the kid ; SHIT, part of the reason he’d sent SHIRO on the errand was so he COULD swing into the bakery - he’s earned some GOOD KARMA, & if his good karma is the baker’s son, than dox will cheer him on. —reaching to take the coltsfoot from where it’d been dropped to his lap in his rise, the shaman pushes further to his feet, free hand landing on the wolf’s head & giving a slight RUFFLE to the fur ; 

                                                                     “ thanks, romeo. ”

& across the space he moves, bare feet padding across hardwood flooring ; sunlight illuminates the inside of the cabin, motes dust caught in the rays of light that speckle the floor through dirtied glass windows—not in FRAMES, simply SET into the wood & clay walls.

above the clay & copper appliance that serves as KITCHEN SINK does he go to hang the herbs amid a collection of various others ; after letting it SETTLE for a few days in the glow of the sunlight, he’ll store half for medicinal purposes later on, & SMOKE the rest.

—after tying the bundle to the cord from which his other herbs hang, dox turns to shiro & drops to a squatting position in order to better meet the werewolf face-to-face, teetering mildly from side to side in INSPECTION ;

                                                            “ you made it in & out okay ?”

there’s been TROUBLE in the woods lately, & while dox never lets shiro leave without a DEFENSIVE ward strung around his neck, it could be said that he’s a little OVER-PROTECTIVE of the kid.

  another huff, this one something more along the lines of EXASPERATED at the dumb nickname, shiro gestures with his head to insinuate a rolling of eyes. he doesn’t, however, shove dox’s hand away from the brief affectionate gesture. moving along behind the shaman, tail swaying behind him, he watches the herbs be set to hang, gaze following when dox drops to his eye level.

     ‘ yeah. i didn’t even SEE anyone or anything that far out in the forest. ’

this is where he pauses for a beat, brow furrowing some at the prompt about his trip bringing back some of the things about it which had... bothered him a bit. for a few moments, shiro doesn’t say anything more, even glances AWAY, trying to decide how to word his observations. another beat, and he shifts  ---  where previously an abnormally large white wolf stood now sits a semi-gangly seventeen-year-old with white hair.

“ but it’s QUIET out there, dox. weirdly quiet. ”  grey eyes meet dox’s gaze once more, uncertainty clear across the boy’s face.  “ it feels like something’s wrong, but i don’t know what. i couldn’t even smell anything out of the ordinary. ”

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samsara : —-wait wtf don’t turn this back on mE ,

samsara: *thinks shiro hasn’t learned anything from him despite being his second* shiro:

‘how do i interact with you’

write me a starter. send me an ask. punch me in the fucking face i don’t care just write with me

@fearfcrged   /   fantasy sc.

     “ you’re... not from around here, are you? ”

  it’s the distinct scent of WATER, water from no familiar nearby body, which tips him off. sometimes people from the nearby town venture into the woods, but it’s RARER for strangers from farther away to turn up. shiro can’t help but to be intrigued  ---  ON HIS GUARD of course, just to be safe, but intrigued. this is no mundane; he can sense the magic of the other, though he can’t tell what sort it is. most of what he picks up on from the man, he gathers through scent.

     “ not anywhere nearby... ”  a wanderer, perhaps? dox would tell him to be more SUSPICIOUS of someone like this, but the stranger appears more lost than determined. it’s unlikely he’s here for anything to do with the shaman or his werewolf companion.  “ did something bring you here? ”

@blackvials   /   fantasy sc.

     “ you’ve been sneaking around here an awful lot lately. ”

  observation comes from some distance behind the assassin, where shiro stands next to a large tree, arms folded and a stern, SUSPICIOUS look set across his features. while, granted, the guy is good at leaving few traces, it’s near impossible to escape the nose of a werewolf. a few glimpses have been caught here and there but, for the most part, shiro has only caught SCENT of the stranger through the woods lately. he’s glad to finally have an opportunity to CONFRONT him.

     “ mind explaining your purpose here? ”

if he had to wager, he’d say this guy has no idea there’s anyone living this far out in the forest, but he’ll be damned if he takes any risks. the last thing he and dox need is someone out here ACTIVELY LOOKING for them, regardless of reason.

alias.  grey birthday.   july 29th gender.   nonbinary relationship status.  married, i guess??? zodiac sign.  leo siblings.  just one brother. younger by 3 years time.  4:43pm type of phone.  samsung love or lust.   i’m aroace lemonade or ice tea.  lemonade cats or dogs.   cats coke or pepsi.   coke day or night.  i like both makeup or natural.  natural bc i’m lazy. i do like wearing makeup sometimes though met a celebrity?  uhm..... not any big names? chapstick or lipstick.   chapstick last song you listened to.  fake love  -  bts

tagged: stole it from @fearfcrged tagging: just steal it lmao

anyone remember how i said i’m in love with the latest smite god? yeah... if a primordial goddess in the form of a sea dragon who views humans as inferior vermin sounds like ur jam, she there.

levels of headcanon:

This is heavily supported by text/subtext and is likely what the creators intended for me to get from this 

this is sort of supported by the text and could, conceivably be what the creators intended for me to get from the text/subtext

there is no evidence either way

there is slight evidence against my headcanon, but I don’t care

I’ve stopped giving a crap about canon

Which Aesthetic Color are you?

forest green

You're in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there's something special to you, and you're well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you're a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don't mean to put walls up-- you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You're complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don't worry, though, it's not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

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