✕↬Username;;
:~Koi~:
✕↬Name;;
Shiro Fuyu
Japanese for
'White' and 'Winter'
✕↬Gender;;
Female
✕↬Short personality;;
Shiro is shy and quiet. She is not very loud, so many tend to step over her. She does love being around people, finding it safer in large numbers. Shiro is independent and wants to try and do everything by herself. She can be stubborn about, often refusing help even when she needs it. Shiro can be mean and violent, yet most of the time, she stays away from places that would trigger those two traits. Over all, Shiro is a sweet and humble child who wants to help everybody out.
✕↬Adoptive family?;;
Arcadia, Shiro's single mother.
Arcadia belongs to Syra
✕↬Illustrated story of how Zayn and her meet for the first time...and what happens after;;
One day changed my life forever. As a child, I was left alone to wonder the forest, death following me at every step. I was only a month old when that happened. I was taken in by Arcadia, a gentle plumerian who reminded me a Native American. She happily took me in, claiming it was fate who lead her to me. I believed her. I believed in every word she told me. I let her raise me happily. I was happy for once. I had a home. As a child, I wanted to be her. She was my hero and everything I could ask for. I was five when I meet him. Zayn. A monster. He was a plumerian just like me, but he was cold, uncaring and was very famous for being a monster. I only heard stories of him, and even in those stories, he scared me. I never wanted to meet him, but I did. That was the first time I meet him and I was only five.
I was wondering around close to home when I feel something watching me. I was worried. I had wondered too far away from the hut I call home. I spun around, trying to find who was watching me, but I saw nothing. The brushes had started to rattled and my heart started to beat even faster. I whirled around to see a dark shape slipping behind a tree. My green eyes widen in fear. I was so scared. That was all I could feel. Fear. I felt the dark aura. One that demanded fear. I watched the plumerian stalk out from the bush. I had stumbled back in fear, body starting to shake. My heart pounded in my chest, threatening to burst as he sneers down at me, those cold silver eyes glowing against the black sclera.
I gulped in fear, not knowing what to do. His fur jet black, just like his soul. This is Zyan, the plumerian I fear the most. I tripped over a log, still watching him with wide, fear filled eyes. He laughed harshly at me as he stalked forward. I gulped again and tried to scramble back when he planted a massive paw on my tiny back. “Why is a little thing like you all the way out here?” he asks, baring sharp teeth.
I tried to speak, but nothing could come out of my throat. I was frozen in fear, waiting for him to end my life. He snarls and I jumped with a yelp. He sneered at me again and laughed. “Wondering!” I had finally managed to choke out. I stared at him with wide eyes, tears appearing due to the fear. He stares at me. I can heart my heart-beat pounding in my ears. My chest hurt from how bad my heart was beating. To me it seemed like forever had passed before his grip loosened. I had took the chance and bit his paw. He jerked away with a yowl. I scrambled to my paws and ran. He cursed after me and tried to follow but I easily found Arcadia and hide by her.
That day, I was too scared to sleep. I refused to sleep, always thinking he would be after me. I didn’t understand anything. I was too young. Yet as the days passed, I started to calm down, thinking I would never see him again. I thought it a chance meeting due to fate…how wrong I was. I was a naïve child to think I would never see him again. I never did know I would see him again, many, man, many years later. That day forever changed my views on everything.
I sat in the meadow, checking on the herbs Arcadia was growing while she was out searching for more herbs. I refused to go. I started to after I meet Zyan for the first time. That day still haunts me. It plagues my dreams and thoughts. Arcadia tries to help, but this mental battle is mine and help won’t help. I looked up as I hear the leaves rustle. My eyes widen and I quickly stand up. I always panic when something like this happens. I stare at the bushes. I sigh in relief when I see a rabbit. I return back to the herbs I am tending to and harvesting. The bushes rattle. I turn, only to be slammed against the ground as something snarls in my ear. “You little brat!” I hear a familiar voice hiss. I look up to see Zyan. He glares down at me, those cold silver eyes holding anger. I flinch and stare.
“You are lucky you didn’t draw blood that day,” he hisses. I snarl at him, trying to appear braver then I felt. My heart hammers away in my chest, threatening to burst free just like it did on that day.
“Yet I noticed something off about you. You look a lot like me and everything, sister,” he says. I hiss and push him away. He jumps back with a snarl.
“I AM NOT YOUR SISTER!” I shout. I wanted to deny it, every fiber in my being did, but there was this small part of me that did. It was tiny…yet I started to wonder if that part was correct. Should I trust him on that, or is he lying again. He starts to laugh. He stalks around me.
“Trust me, I was shocked. I noticed it the day I saw you. There was this certain gleam in yours eyes under the fear. Something I have. That gleam of darkness,” he sneers. I snarl at him as my tail lashes.
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” I snap. He lunges forward, tackling me and pinning me to the ground.
“Oh yes you do. You don’t fool me child!!” He snarls. I flinch away and press my back as he snarls at me. He glares at me. “Don’t lie to me you brat!” He adds.
I turn my head away from him as I growl. I try to push him off, yet he stays put. He flicks an ear as we both hear paw steps. “Just remember what I said. I’m sure we will meat again,” he growls before jumping over me and out of sight. I watch him with wide eyes. Was he telling the truth? Am I really related to a monster like him? I look over at Arcadia as she walks up, frowning in confusion. I easily wave her off as my thoughts swirl around. No, it can’t be. I can’t be related to him. It’s impossible. I can’t have a twin brother. I return to the herbs, trying to deny everything…
…but there was always that one part of me that knew he was speaking the truth.
✕↬Other Art;;
Art wrote:Wip
Sorry for the crappy sketches for my illustrations. I just don't have the time to make them digital or color them. School and life is busy because finals are coming up for me. Again, sorry about that.
