Bluestar2k19 - Blue Star

This is part of a species I made called Shadic, and this is th deer variant of th species

They can look like animals, such as spiders, or they could have fluffy ears, yet have a spiky tail, but if they have wings, they have bad wings, unless they are hybrids of a race called Brinic (which i will post one later)

Shadics basically look like animals, sometimes a mixture of animals, like, a Shadic can have a wolf like head, but have ears and tail like a panther, or look like a bear but have a long bushy tail. Some look like lizards and dragons, others like mice and otters, but they all have black, shadowy skin that covers them from head to toe. If they have color, then that means they have an elemental power, but th power depends on what patterns of colors they’ll have (ex: Fire elementals have red wisps, normally near their heads or on their necks and arms, water elementals have wavy markings on their sides and claws, plant based elementals have leaf/vine like markings on their upper arms and tails, etc)

Most Shadics range from 6′ all th way up to a total of 8 or 9 feet, but there are th rare short Shadics, who can be about 5 feet in height, and normally, those types look like small animals, like rabbits or lemurs

Hi, I am not dead! but, I have come back better than ever!!

I kinda gave up on making Shadow’s tale, but now I am making an effort to make my own comic series, and I’ll post up some of those characters, but I’m glad I’m back

This is all i seen in that last bit-

@koiikun​ 

sample

You mucked the stalls with a single-minded focus, there was only so much time you had before lunging a couple horses, making lunch, and rounding up the wayward skeletons (although, when it came to mealtime they were never once late or absent). Currently, you were still avoiding any meat preparation and not using any knives bigger than a dinky parring knife, so lunch options were limited to that. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup sounded great right about now, though. Simple to make, fast prep time, and easy on Anemone’s jaws.

Which, actually, speak of the devil.

The tiny fine hairs of the back of your neck prickled and a little shiver racked up your spine. You were being watched right then, and a glancing over to the semi-reflective pail hanging on the stall walls. None of the usual suspects, normally Dahlia or Chrysanthemum, were standing obviously in the pole barn with you, so that would mean…

The nearby haystack never looked so ominous before. Setting the pitchfork firmly into the dirt floor so you could stretch out you back, you leaned against the handle. You turned your head to the left and properly looked at where you suspected your watcher was lurking. Play it cool, he’s just visiting, maybe even a little curious, be kind, you thought before asking gently, “It’s about time I took a break, do you want to share some sweets? I would like the company, I think.”

A skull popped out suddenly from the hay and you tensed, the only thing you could do was close your eyes and breathe. Inhale slowly, hold for four, and let it out. You’re fine. Lazily opening them again, reveals exactly who you thought it might be. Anemone, eyelights fizzling and tiny sputtering things, his teeth bared in warning —

Oh, he was unsettled. Right. You called out on a hunch after a bunch of clues and from his perspective it was out of nowhere, somehow divining he was there after no tells to his presence… Well, not your fault living in the woods where a mountain lions stalked and skittish horses kicked tuned your sense to a fine edge. You weren’t easy or helpless, but you would try to be soft to him. He was no different from your regular clients, hurting and needing to be retaught. You could do this.

You kept your distance out of respect and, making sure to telegraph your movements, took of your work gloves before digging out some sugar cubes out of your pocket. You offered a handful.

Anemone stared. His eyelights were always flickering, fuzzy things but seemed to lose the tightly bound appearance from earlier, the right one cautiously lengthening. He didn’t move, despite having shown his sweet-tooth cravings many a time before. He wanted those sugar cubes, but less than he distrusted you not trying to pull something.

Maybe if you just —

Not thinking too much about it, you shoved one of the many sugar cubes in you mouth.

Oh, God, why did you just do that, it was too fucking sweet and your hands were sweaty and gross, ughhhhh.

Still, you jiggled the sickeningly sweet morsels, careful not to drop any and face scrunched up reflexively from the straight-up sugar. You crunched on the cube idly, focusing on the strand of hay stuck in one of the cracks in the skeleton’s skull.

He blurred forward, mouth wide and — oh fuck those are waaaay too many teeth oh God —

I hope u had a good Christmas and are having a good day ily koiiiiiii

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How dare you end on such a good note

I wanna know more aslkdjfa;sd

also

This was all I saw when I read this

you all have been blessed

Goodnight

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