Posts by ARTDECO

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The youth's steps were inaudible and insignificant at midnight's midst and the serval which oddly lacked the spots in her pelt and appeared somewhat blonde never left her track with her head hanging low and focused on the mild soil underneath her paws which gave her a chill each time it was touched. The innocence she carried clashed with the darkness that embraced her and the way she emerged from the bushes reflected the secrecy which she gave importance to but the trembling slender legs gave away the hopelessness that dimmed the heart. As if, the tears would fall as soon as the doll like feline was to be touched; was it because of the horrifying atmosphere of the BoneClan at nights or the moons of loneliness which drove her insane?

Urara Shiraishi; detested being left alone or behind. Not like she minded oblivion but as soon as she lacked people to talk to, she was doomed to her own hell. That was not enough to label her as the weak circle, but call it a life experience which had turned into a phobia. Other than her weakest times, she was a spark that radiated intelligence, data and facts. On the other hand, she kept the bottle shut, only her chocolate orbs glimmering with intelligence. That was why perhaps it was hard to get close to her without crashing to her fictional walls.

The blonde kept going, until the Fortress got in her sight; she had heard about the clan that dwelled but never truly saw them with her own eyes. Come to think of it, she was actually looking for a place that would draw her away from her own voice in her mind for once; maybe she could seek peace within their stone walls?
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The unbalanced steps came to a stop as soon as her ears caught the voice of the peculiar masculine sound and the blurry appearance of hers due to shaking had already ended. A moment had passed before she lifted her chin up with ice cold optics staring calmly like a defense mechanism, the only movement in her body being her chest puffing out and in with the most delicate breaths, and she blinked a few times. The dim light that shone from the moon on her face made her look like a fallen angel who had lost her way and was bewildered by the sickness of Earth; that was how her pale face looked despite the frown and fictional eyebrows that were raised. So that meant she was in authorized lands.

"In your lands?" She would complete his sentence with a soft yet sharp inquiry which was questionable about whether it was the best reaction or not. She would have to learn where she was first. "Where exactly am I if I am not asking for too much?" The previous trembling figure of her was gone and although she hated to admit; she was glad, stranger or not, that she had found company.
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Shiraishi, as that could be seen from her idiosyncratic behaviors, could not let the prejudice blur her analytical mind — let alone the amused smirk that played on the male's maw which distracted her greatly as if her situation was humorous — but the clan did not sound appetizing at all. Bone, er, clan? The spooky, cold atmosphere pretty much demonstrated the possible traditions or she could blame the night itself for that, but they surely did not appear as pure psychopaths at all, judging from the both males that were kind and alerted enough to question her existence. A few glances here and there, and after a twitch of her left ear she simply mumbled a satisfied hmph and nodded in return, a calm smile stretching over her lips slowly, her glance hopping on on to other. "Shiraishi," Only from the silence she adored, she could be seen as a reserved person. "Here to join if you so accept me in, I won't be much trouble to you except the fact that I might need a tour." The servaline uttered; it would be a challenge for her to adapt herself especially when she had spent such a considerable amount of time alone; it was still surprising how she doubtlessly leaped on the opportunity.
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Blonde servaline remembered celebrating Christmas with her previous group of friends whom she could not get in touch with recently, but she had decided that she would deal with her tangled heart later and enjoy the day's miracle. That was why perhaps, she was carrying a deer's antler costume hat on top of her head which stood perfect for the size of her head — that is, she had conjured that — and she was pulling a bag behind till she reached the tree and she simply abandoned the bag under the large plant with a sound of satisfaction and exhaustion; no it was not a time bomb to ruin the Christmas but small gifts her acquaintances could freely unwrap. As a greeting, she curtly dipped her head, gently, without a sound and as she prepared herself to fetch a few drinks or simply a minty cupcake, she paused on her tracks with the almost unnoticeable creature, as she was still having a hard time defining what that was. Ooh, a kitsune. Shiraishi, being sensitive about the subject of loneliness and silence, she sauntered over for the bag to fetch a present from the bag — not knowing which object was wrapped — and she simply creeped beside her with a friendly yet reserved smile, offering the present to the stranger kitsune. "Merry," She pushed the box to her, "Christmas." It was not the best wish, a cliche, but that was certainly a start.
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A smiley rock. How further could this ShadowClanner go with her creativeness? Shiraishi found it obviously humorous and let out a small giggle which escaped from her mouth, almost inaudible but the small smile remained on its place as her chocolate orbs scanned the basket. She was definitely satisfied with the relationship between them and their allies, and one quick glance at the leader; the servaline would state the same opinion valid for Tauriel as well. Suddenly, considering that dismissing the ShadowClanner without a present in Christmas would be a shame, she quickly conjured up a present box with a tag Open When You Need on it with supplies she might need during her journey back her home in it and she pushed that with her one paw without saying anything but offering the same reserved smile. Ah, Shiraishi, she was only talkative when she felt comfortable so.
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Instead of crowding near her clanmates, she chose to stand a tad behind so that they would not intimidate him with the quickly gathered group which stared directly at the odd stranger; and Shiraishi was aware it was natural to scan his appearance especially when he was wearing that seems-like-it-belongs-to-a-wizard hat. Emotion stable, the only expression she offered was the tranquility of hers and she simply awaited a response with utter curiosity; she had already found the male amusing and interesting. If he was to join, then she would definitely tail him around, observing him closely. Not like a stalker, though. Just a curious fan.
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Next came the spotless blonde serval with a mint flavored lollipop being swirled inside her mouth; Shiraishi, calmly, took her seat beside Sam, matte optics situated on the prey scattered on the floor as if it was a present from an ally; which turned out to be poisonous as Sam had kindly translated. She would not take a bite of it anyways as she very much enjoyed the minty taste of anything, but the sight of NPC suffocating to its end had brought blood to her cheeks with frustration and she wanted to yell her guts out, but sensible part of her had already told her that nothing could be done as the poison was presumably fast effective. A growl rose in her throat and soon faded, but she was nailed to her own stand. She simply conjured up a signpost about the poisonous preys so that others would not fall to the trap, but her pure heart could not handle the NPC situation very well so let the others cope with it.
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It had been only days since she had stepped inside this strange yet welcoming territory; it had not taken long for her to realize BoneClan was not all about bones, guts and glory. In fact, Shiraishi observed her clanmates to be kind, active and polite, but being the silent femme she had always been; instead of improving her social skills, she was reading a book, scribbling side notes while conjuring up mint flavored cupcakes and munching on her snacks while sitting ridiculously collected and calm, afternoon's sweet breeze creating waves on her spotless pelt. She had always found tranquility and joy out of her studies when she was lazying around; but pushing her hobbies aside the servaline would be on the scene if there was any event.
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omg those plots cx
shiraishi is a cinnamon roll who is all reserved and such but she is a serval with anger management issues, quiet scary, when she is triggered
interaction threads to see where it goes? there might be either odd buddies or just ruben keeps being mean to her for being a nerd

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Maybe the minty desserts were harming her body by domesticating her species, as cupcakes were not an ordinary meal for wild cats if it was not made from levels of flesh, but the point was that the servaline loved spoiling — or perhaps consuming toxic? — herself with the mint. Call it a habit, but it was still better than alcohol or cigarettes no matter where you saw it. Conjuring up another while turning the pages gently with her soft paws, a familiar figure's shadow fell on her studies and she made a noise with surprise, her head quickly lifting up to see the face. She had met with the fellow member on her first day here, but the fact was that they could not exchange names as she recalled; Shiraishi had been the one to introduce herself. Confirming the first inquiry with a curt nod, her chocolate orbs fell on the pages once more as if she was too busy learning world's secrets. In a way, that was somewhat a close assumption.

The blonde loved reading literary pieces, especially plays, but she could not give away her passion of reading scientific novels which she could extract useful information from; literary pieces usually laid beside where she slept in case she could not fall asleep as easily as she desired. Gripped by the flow of the book, however, she was once again interrupted by another question from the same person. Without shifting her focus from the book, she answered. "Interested?" It had become a habit of hers to follow the question with another, perhaps, or it was only valid for this ridiculously attractive guy.
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She bit her tongue for a comeback, snapped words at her face or simply a frown that showed annoyance — but a slight chuckle which made blood rush to her cheeks, a soft color of pink was splashed on her face with surprise was out of her list of expectations. She twisted her head to see his face clearly, same calmness hovering on her features and she spared a moment of exchanging glances and then shut her book to reveal the cover. It was the short edition of the introduction to theories about how Earth was created but considering she had witnessed supernatural stuff, perhaps there was no need to be a down-to-earth creature. "You don't seem like a guy who is interested in books." She confessed, but it was not meant to be rude, just his impression on her. Speaking of impressions, her nose had already caught the scent of coffee which appeared sharp. Was it a coincidence that the duo were quite alike? "You know my name but I still don't know yours. May I have it?" She asked, a small smile creeping on her features as she conjured up a mint-cupcake. "Would you like a bite?"
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Instead of reacting in an instant, reflecting any surprise, the collected servaline simply stretched her smile further, radiating a warm friendliness as much as she could. She was perplexed by the sudden rage of Phantom, perhaps, she simply detested the spirit of Christmas? Well, Shiraishi was not a religious person and not like she actually minded its main purpose but a holiday was a holiday and those were to celebrate. No time for frowning faces and whining individuals. Everyone ought to at least get a share of their joy out of such events. "It's Christmas," She answered, antlers on top of her head shaken by the small tilt of her head to a side. "I'm sorry if you hate presents that much, but Christmas is pretty much about gift boxes in general." Then she fell silent for a moment, observing her expressions. "Shiraishi," She added afterwards and wondered where she might be looking at. Following her glance she could only track another individual whom she could not recognize. "Just enjoy the event." She uttered, trying not to bring up that Imperial case.
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Sounded like a brilliant strategy. On the other hand, Shiraishi's slender figure was only a trouble at battlefield, considering she lacked the information about basic stances and techniques, but her mind worked better than her psychical condition. She recalled reading history of wars, but she never quite got them in action. Perhaps, she would only help with the traps and such business that required agility and skill to sneak in and out, so the blonde servaline who had a mint scent hovering around her, she stepped forward to take the responsibility of a task. However, instead of requesting she felt like it was needless to voice anything as her presence was enough to tell.
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ah alright! psst noblelands is boneclan btw c:
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"Caffeine may cause headaches, heart diseases and too much dosage may even kill. Choose one." Came the words of the blonde serval, quite cooly as if she hadn't just offered Shishio to choose one of the listed complaints. She had read an article about how coffee beans were beneficial to your health while an addiction could shut down the system, well, especially when you were a lion who was not supposed to get a taste of products which were for the poisoned human race. As for Shiraishi, who got a taste of mint almost everyday; she had already accepted her fate. It was possible for all of them to change bodies, so when her birth one would fail one day, she could hop into another. That was what her logical side told so.

Of course, needless to say, she was swirling another mint-lollipop in her mouth, carrying books she had thought that Shishio would enjoy reading as she had remembered his interest, so she was basically not eavesdropping but just visiting. However, seeing him in such distress for only a short moment certainly disturbed her — they were not friends, yet, as she could tell by their limited interaction and the embarrassing moment of how her cheeks had turned all rosy — and leaving the books aside, the blonde femme stared at the bigger masculine figure. Frowning a little, although she kept her distance, concern was written on her features. "Is everything alright?"
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Inhaling the bitter yet soothing smell of coffee, she tilted her head to a side with a questioning look. No matter how confident, tough and collected Shiraishi seemed, she never brushed off the concept of problems, especially when the said person was such a mild hearted lion. Yes, Shiraishi often bottled up her own problems and put it to the highest shelf, but helping the ones in need appeared as a responsibility in her part. Lean shoulders relaxing a little, her chocolate orbs landed on the pile of books she had brought for a brief moment before fixing her glance on the male again. She had decided that she could ask later about the issue but her serious innocent look had already told him that she would not let go of it any sooner. Offering a made up smile which was almost identical to the geniune one, she dipped her head. "I do not want to disturb you from your caffeine party, not to mention that I am busy." Well, an excuse just to leave without a fuss. Turning on her heels, she walked away, leaving a trail of mint scent.
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Oh, so that was the issue. The kitsune was not fortunate enough to be treated nicely without assuming something in return. Shiraishi was glad to hear it was not a major problem although being left without the particular care was indeed a problem. However, considering she had heard about the hardship Phantom's clan was dealing with and how much stress they were lifting at the moment — being the pure soul she was, she had decided to ease her worries at least for that day. Perhaps, they could be even friends although the duo were both guarded with fictional walls. Her smile growing into a genuine one; despite the fact that the kitsune was struggling to utter decent words, she got the friendly gist. "No need to be." She shrugged it off, seating herself finally. She conjured up two mint-cupcakes, her favorite snacks for herself and her new acquaintance. Who knew, maybe she would like the taste. "My favorites," She explained as she got a full bite from her share. "What was your name again?" Oh, she wished she had the telepathy. It was obvious the communication would be a bit challenging.
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trackie + going to bed ugh ^^
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Shiraishi could not remember the last time when she was impressed by someone this much. She was aware that the list of things that could amuse her was quite broad due to her passion of extending her knowledge each day, but fascinated by a lion that she had a little idea about? That was doubtlessly a first which she found it hard to admit to herself even mentally. The way he carried a coffee scent to wherever he went, the gentleman who attracted almost anyone to himself; ah, she was presumably not the only one who was a fan of his. A fan? How could she be this naive to fall to his charms? That's natural. She supposed, perhaps all of his friends thought the same. Just like how many people had seen Shiraishi as a cold nerd with the fair share of appearance. Either ways, no matter from where she saw, she was sure that she would not get over the awkward moment between the duo any sooner which would unfortunately keep her mind occupied during her studies.

"Yes, of course, you can." The lean servaline answered with the same sincere smile gracing her maw; she wondered what she had been thinking when she had chosen that book to read anyways. Creation of God? Gods? How many where they? Several clans believed in numerous beings while others worshipped particular concepts. How enlightening could science be, explaining how the whole universe was only 30 cm wide after the Big Bang? Shiraishi was not a religious person at all, considering that now. Perhaps that was the exciting ratios and possibilities which excited her. "There are better ones that I own." She added afterwards, and she often wandered about to find an interesting one. She could perhaps invite him on her travels once? That was to be said later. Besides, she did not want him to get a wrong idea. Like a date. Which, even the thought of it made her heart race for nothing. The idea of relationship and romance were scary all together.

Sliding off her thoughts, she nodded in return to his introduction. Shishio. A unique name. She shrugged in return to his apology, though, it was certainly needless to apologize. Next, she focused on him, getting a taste of her favorite dessert; and observing him closely she could tell that he did not find it gross at all and she could have got it by considering that he hadn't puked as well. "Glad you liked it." It was Shiraishi who was slowly opening up. "I can say that you like," She paused. "Coffee?"

//i have just started reading the manga uh what was its name
anyways the one with shishio in and shishio is so sweet he makes me cry

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