little shapeshifter

pretend to be a fox, that pretends to be a bear, that pretends to be a fox. with isola.

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nyanesan‌:

    ▐  狩人  Finally calming down and breathing normally again, she gives him a laugh. “Hah, I guess you win then. I’ll get you next time!” She wants to jest some more, but both of them are interrupted by a young boy’s stomach screaming for food. Taking care of young ones sure is exhausting, but nonetheless fun. And slightly hilarious.

“An excellent idea, o great king of soccer. We can have a rematch some other time. Now then… Since you won, it’s only natural you decide what we eat. Of course, it’s my treat, I am the loser here. Yours to command for all the snacks in the world.” Well, at least the snacks she can afford, but it should be alright.

“Really? Are you sure....?” It felt like he was imposing a bit ( and he was taught more than enough manners by both of his parents ), so he tried to quell his appetite for sweets. But, at least he could indulge himself in his one favorite, can’t he...? His eyes glimmered with all the hope in the world.

“Then... could we get a chocolate shake?”

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auroracloak‌:

@yabaiboi

exploration, running, cold weather and frost and shifting air giving it the strength and energy to continue forward. snow sugar was light on its feet, a warm sight, icy grass brushing along its legs as it continued through the park.

a creature rushed by, a blur in its vision. and it stumbled, blinking and watching after it.

it was… a cat. small and lithe, bounding through the park. and snow sugar felt like it wasn’t supposed to be, trotting after it with arms outstretched.

the cat leapt, and snow sugar leapt after it, catching it and landing with a stagger on the ground. it squirmed, but ultimately didn’t do much to try and escape, snow sugar’s pleasant, beast summoner nature still conveyable despite the loss of its staff.

and as the owner ran up, it turned, a soft smile on its face as it held the cat gently in its small arms.

   ❆  is this yours?

He had opened the window of the room to get some fresh hair from the stuffiness that came with cold weather. What he didn’t realize how much of a troublemaker his cat could be, immediately leaping outside for an adventure of his own. Even though he could’ve waited for Prince to come back on his own or even call for his parents to track him down, he had more than enough free time for a brief chase outside.

That was the plan, at least until a... gingerbread man ( is that what they were? He wasn’t sure. ) had taken hold of the cat, who seemed grumpy ( but accepting of his fate ) from having being dusted with snow and having failed to escape.

“Yes..! Thank you.” 

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havvwah‌:

Hiding behind a pillar of a nearby building, the two of them had peeked at what Mercutio planed to do. At his declaration of war, her eyes had met with Hadwyn’s ( twinkling with glee ), and at a nod, the two stepped out from their pillars, both hoarding at least three or four snowballs than running straight for the tyrant himself.

Though she had better dexterity with handling the snowballs, the spotlight was for the hero, not the turncoat ally. So at his shout of “Now!!” did she pelt Mercutio. One on the shoulder, two o the arm, and one more right on the face ( what can she say, it was far too tempting ). Combining that with Hadwyn’s own attacks, it was clear victory was in sight.

“Amazing job, sweetie!”

@yabaiboi​

His laughter rang clear as he watched his dad give a dramatic topple from his imaginary throne of power, the snow covering all of his costume and face. He then ran over to his mom for a high five, before scurrying back to his Dad’s side.

“I win, Dad!” As he cheered, he wiped off a bit of the snow was was sputtering out from the bulls eye A managed to get on him. “Oh! Do you want this handwarmer? It’s cold with all the snow, right?”

“Do we get to go to the park now? Mom said that if I won we can get a ride!” And by ride, he meant the epic gallop on a horse ( his mother could really be a... nightmare ).

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vcgabundo‌:

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“Hey kid. Can you turn into a wolf, too?” Please think he’s cool.

“U-um, I guess so, why...?” For the time being, he seemed to have gained back the power that was withheld from him for so long, though eh still had as much control over it as before ( which was, frankly, not enough ). He’s.. pretty cool? 

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There was an immaculately gift-wrapped box (which only took five tries) waiting beside the boy's bed upon waking up. Inside the box was a brand new portable game console, complete with three games. On the card read: 'Let's keep this a secret from mom, okay? I actually don't know anything about video games, but the nice clerk pointed me in the right direction. In case you're ever bored. Merry Christmas - Dad'

“W-Whoa.......!” He stared at the box with some trepidation, as if humbled by the fact that he received the gift. He gently pried the wrapping off ( care and gratitude showing in his actions ), and brown eyes only grew wider at the gift. Whether he’ll be able to keep this gift a secret is still up for debate, seeing as he was ready to run up to Mercutio for a great big hug. 

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regrevenge‌:

     hues are instantly drawn to the instrument, as if magnets to metal, all of a sudden she cannot avert her gaze from it.  ‘ a violin… ’  she repeats, as if to burn it’s name into her memory. she bites back an urge to smile, instead forcing on a stern expression as the child held up the instrument about his own size. it was, in a way, endearing.

          ‘ may i…? ’  she motions towards it, only taking hold of it as carefully as possible once there was consent. it’s lighter than she thought it would be, but then again, nothing’s ever too heavy for her. she takes her time admiring it, fingers lightly brushing along its strings and, finally, nestling its base between her shoulder and chin ― the motion more natural than she would have expected it to be.

          ‘ how can i learn? ’

“Learn...? Um... I guess I could teach you the really simple stuff, and I know mom knows a bit... Sometimes you have to find a teacher though.” Surprisingly as some may find it, A had more than enough knowledge to guide Hadwyn in her free time, though she still left most of the tutelage to a hired person ( it seems she wasn’t quite as fond of music as she would have like ).

“You can play some notes by pulling the bow over the string. And you can change the notes by placing a finger on the string.” With gentle hands he’s adjusted her hold on the end of the violin to be able to place her fingers, and given her the bow to hold. With a guiding clasp over the hand with the blow, he drew out a smooth note for demonstration.

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nyanesan‌:

    ▐  狩人  Giving him a happy nod, they make for the field together and she waits for preparations to be done. Their match is a quick back and forth of her going at her usual speed, but slowing down every now and then – so she obviously ends up letting him score more than her while still trying to make it look genuine.

“Alright, alright – t-time-out!” She says, hands resting on her thighs to catch her breath for a moment. “I have obviously underestimated you. What’s the score count right now?”

Being the child as he is, he hardly noticed all the effort the other made to match his speed. He was too engrossed in stealing the ball, or running as fast as he could once he’s got it to score a point. It was amazing what fun a simple game offered.

“You really think so? It’s 10-8 right now!” He couldn’t help feeling a bit giddy from the praise. She was quick herself, so being told so was high praise to him. His mouth opened after a quick gulp of air, only to be interrupted by his stomach growling louder than expected. It seems his active metabolism ( thanks, Dad! ) was making itself known. “Uh... maybe a snack break...?”

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“I wonder what I should get for mom and dad for Christmas....?”

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nyanesan‌:

    狩人 ▐  She doesn’t know whether she can trust what he says… and trust that his caretakers are actually coming to pick him up, but the best she can do is keep him company until then. Honestly, she trust this city even less so she would never leave a child unattended like this.

“Sure, you can count on me. Do you want to play with the ball? Just beware, I’m really fast!”

“Uh-huh! Then let’s play soccer! Whoever scores the most wins, okay?” With the ball tucked under his hand the other reached out to tug at her sleeve, towards the field where two arches acted as separate goals. He didn’t really mind if the other was fast- his parents were as well ( though out of the softness of their heart they often let him win ), but it was just going to be much more fun playing games with someone here. At this point they stood an equal distance from the ball that had been placed at the center.

“Ready? Go!”

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regrevenge‌:

it’s been how long by now? a couple of hours, at least. A had tasked the android with a very special, of utter importance, mission: taking care of his son. she didn’t know why, or how this happened, but it ended up with her agreeing. if there’s one thing A2 can endure it’s children, so it’s fine. it should be.

     “yes.” she admits, as briefly as possible. depending on the rhythm it can be really soothing, and the child seemed to know what he was doing there. very talented for his age, A2 notes. though she didn’t comment on it, he’s rather chatty individual. her friend could’ve let her know beforehand. huh? chatty… chatty and extremely perceptive as well. motioning to the black case A2 allows herself to be a little curious. “what’s that?”

“That....? It’s a violin. Would you like to look?” He gave a quick smile, putting away his music books on the piano and tucking the cover over the keys before taking the case with two hands. Though it was his size, and so it would likely be too awkward for the other to try herself, there was no harm in showing it. Especially when she doesn’t seem familiar with a violin.

He opened the case, and in it rests snugly a small wooden instrument of excellent quality ( and remains in excellent condition ). After all. his parents could more than afford a fine instrument, even if he was to grow out of it.

“You play it using the bow here-” In which he unpins the long narrow bow, “And you put it on the strings! It’s kinda hard to get used to though. I think it’s a lot harder than piano.”

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             “BUT CHRISTMAS IS TWO MONTHS AWAY.”

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calacavera‌:

“…Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, a lot of people thought I was still in elementary school when I was in middle school, but nothing quite bad came out of it. Just some misunderstandings.” He tapped his chin, which was painted with fake blood. “…You’ll get a donut.”

“So a shake... and a donut?” There was a sly mischief in his voice as he tested the waters. They paused outside of the first house, which was meticulously decorated. “What about three hundred?”

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calacavera‌:

“Well, that’s the big secret, junior. Your dad’s a real old man. You’ll find out you don’t look any older when you come around my age. It’s part of our blood.” He ruffled the boy’s hair once they crossed the intersection. “This old man will bet you one chocolate cake shake you’ll get two hundred.”

“Does that mean you’re a year older than mom? What if other kids think I’m a grade younger than I am?” Age is a concept not yet grasped. The ruffling only added to his werewolf look. “What if I get two hundred and fifty then?”

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calacavera‌:

“Trust your vampire dad, little werewolf. I’ll make it so. Ancient and macabre knowledge has bestowed me with the ability.” An internet search. “I’m afraid I can’t no matter how much I practice.”

“That just makes you sound really old, dad.... but you look like mom’s age.” His hand reached to clasp at the older’s before they crossed an intersection. “That’s too bad... it seems so cool when mom can change so easy. Do you wanna bet how many pieces of candy I’ll get?”

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calacavera‌:

“Yes we are! I scoped everything out and have a list of houses to hit up for the most amount of candy. If only your vampire dad could turn into a bat.”

“Really? Is there a lot?” There was nothing more exciting than the idea of having a long night ahead to trick or treat. “Maybe if you practiced with mom you could.”

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calacavera‌:

“You got your werewolf costume on, son? I went out early to distribute candy, but I’m back.”

“Uh-huh! Are we gonna get lots of candy? I want enough to share with mom, too!”

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“I wonder if I can still go trick or treating..... Dad said we’d dress up together.”