It's Spam Time


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Chapter 10
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Ciar (68)


Snow fell in fat flakes, heavily carpeting the rolling hills that stretched for as far as the eye could see. What few landmarks there were had become largely obscured by the weather, but a new one stood on the top of a nearby hill, three large snowballs high. A facsimile of a face had been made on the topmost ball, mismatched stones set deep like eyes, a stalk of grass poking out of the vague approximation of a mouth.
Ciar’s own jagged smile widened, his pearl bobbing around him — as much a part of him as the night-black scales and the thin spotted wings — before bumping into the shape before him. He leaped into the air, zipping languidly around the snowman as he examined the simple decoration, abandoned halfway in and left to melt without further attention.
First, he found more rocks scattered on the hillside. Lopsided, uneven things, he shoved them almost haphazardly into the snowman’s face, creating a visual line of a mouth around where the grass stalk fluttered in the winter wind.
Then, he burrowed under the snow, pulling fistfuls of grass out of the frozen ground. Haphazardly, he began to stick the grass into the snowman’s head, patches and stray blades of grass creating a scraggly, uneven head of hair. Ciar’s gnarled forefeet clasped around one another, contemplating before he dove back down, scrounging around for more dead grass to complete the look.
It took time. Even as he grew impatient, when he pressed a full foot to the snow only for the wind to blow the grass away — he was committed to seeing it through. The gray sky had begun to darken by the time he was satisfied with the decoration, and Ciar puttered away to view it from a distance.
The snowman smiled blankly at him, hair ruffling in the wind. Ciar gave a pleasant little clap and took off, leaving his masterpiece for someone else to find.

Total EXP: 8
EXP Breakdown:
Established Setting (2)
Wordcount 300 (2)

Event (2)
Partner (2)

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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
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Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)
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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
Linework/Sketch (1)
Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)
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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
Linework/Sketch (1)
Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)
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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
Linework/Sketch (1)
Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)
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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
Linework/Sketch (1)
Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)
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Total EXP: 10
EXP Breakdown:
Linework/Sketch (1)
Colored (2)
Shading (1)
Background (2)
Event (2)
Partner (2)