#shadowsmastered

Shen stood from the spring, he felt as if it was cleaned enough. He tears off a piece of his blue fabric and wrapped it around the wound as a makeshift band aid to protect it from any further harm. He was a strong main and shows no pain despite the pain he did feel. 

“Those are my favorite type of people. If you’re not on the razor’s edge, where is the excitement? If I don’t cause trouble before breakfast, I make it for myself.” Her laugh was low, sinister almost. Her empathy for most people was minuscule, what was left of her humanity hanging by a thread.

Leaning against the large shipping crates of the bay were comfortable, but shrouded the man before her. From the sounds of it, his face was covered—likely behind a mask. Innocence never wore masks, intriguing the woman over who she was speaking with.

“So, mysterious stranger,” A finger laced into her curls and pulled it with coy intrigue, “Are you trouble that is crossing my way, or are you just a lost soul looking for some company?”

Send a word for your muse to find my muse in a certain state.

Shen often got into little fights with other ninjas and even bandits who would try to steal from him, Ionia’s jungles were beautiful but dangerous. He was skilled but being alone and surrounded made getting out of a fight without a scratch would prove to be nearly impossible. 

He made it out of the fight alive  but he did have quite the gash in his arm which he was tending to the injury in a nearby spring. His peace didn’t last long though as he could sense familiar shadows. He would stand his ground if the other became violent.