( OPEN ) HOUSE OF WOLVES

[deathrespect]

Who ⬤ Samatoki Aohitsugi deathrespect + Alder Daragh daragh + Gara Ukai shurajodo
What ⬤ Substory + general prompts
When ⬤ Late April to Mid May
Where ⬤ Will be noted in prompt titles
Content Warnings ⬤ Will be noted in prompt titles

If you'd like your own starter or to plan something out, I'm @ vandalisto and in the discord server @ magicant#0246!

Comments

it's all good ^^

[deathrespect]

( Samatoki blinks at him, staring for a moment. Until he answers, met with a squaring of his own shoulders. Right. Back to business. )

... Yeah. I think. Something for a yuki-onna who said she knew somethin' about the vending machine. ...

( He squints, looking through the items as well. )

... This is kinda nightmarish.

[sleepinglyra]

[Sheliak felt his careful mask slipping the more he spoke with Samatoki so he was relieved when Samatoki turned back to their mission and he followed his example. The sooner they finished this task the better. His eyes widened when he paid attention to the items on the shelf and he quickly took his hand away from something labeled kitsune tails.]

Indeed.

[What kind of nightmarish shop was this?]

They're probably called that because their appearance is similar.

[Right? Surely they didn't deal in real monster parts?]

[deathrespect]

( He peers at the item in question; his face goes white.

He's known a few kitsune in the last place. )

Fuck. I hope so.

( Better find what they're looking for; he paws through the items in earnest, looking for something that'll jog his memory properly. )

I think that yuki-onna had something weird about her. I still feel kinda cold from talking to her.

sorry this got lost in event madness

[sleepinglyra]

[A shadow crossed over Sheliak's face at the horrific implications. As someone who was also not human the thought was chilling. He thought this place was safer than earth, as ironic as that sounded for somewhere that called itself hell. Luckily Samatoki provided him with a way to disguise his small shiver as something else.]

So do I.

[Sheliak scanned more labels with a quiet mutter.]

I've never liked the cold.

[A hint of annoyance replaced his unease. That reminded him of something and he suddenly pulled out a small bottle with what looked like white sand inside it.]

Didn't she say it would look like snow?

[It wasn't exactly the same, other than the color. Did he reach for the sand because it reminded him of home?]