#destiny Shiro 4

[hawkes-art]

💗you should definitely draw shiro-4 from destiny one of caydes closest friends

I AM BACK! Feeling a bit better but I’ll need to go on another hiatus at some point for when I actually get the little bugger sorted but for now I AM BACK!

And we are starting off with som Destiny FanArt of Shiro-4

Feel free to request any characters or OCs!

[demiclar]

Mission Log

Destcember Day 1 - Mission Log - Ao3

Shiro returns to the Iron Temple after a patrol of the Cosmodrome to find someone waiting for him.

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Shiro lets out a sigh that seems to come from his very bones, cold air whirring through his chassis as he climbs the temple steps. His whole body feels like it's caked in snow and ice, frozen after the long day spent outside. He feels stiff from the cold. His joints ache, his back is tense, his whole body exhausted with the drain put on his systems as he fights to keep his body warm in this cold. He stomps the snow off his boots on the steps, kicking the sides of his feet against the stone to dislodge all the snow he picked up while he was on patrol. Even without it, he feels weighed down. 

He crosses the open space at the top of the steps, shouldering his way through the heavy doors and into the central hall of the temple. The great fire keeps the space warm, and Shiro lets out another sigh—this time of relief—as he makes his way towards it. Even with only Shiro and the wolves living in the temple, Shiro keeps the fire lit for Saladin’s sake, as well as his own. He sustains it with kernels of his solar Light, resting among the firewood heaped inside. He can still feel the vestiges of Saladin’s power within the flames. Even gone from the temple, his power will linger within the flames so long as they still breathe, living alongside Shiro’s Light like some piece of him is still here. In many ways, Shiro supposes he still is, in the history of the Iron Lords marked in the temple, the statues, the blades, even the scrapes in stone. Shiro holds his hands over the great fire, letting Saladin’s lingering power drive the heat from his extremities. 

He’s pulled out of his thoughts by the click of nails on stone. One of the wolves, Finnala, emerges from the corridor that leads further into the temple. He kneels down when she crosses the room, towards him, smiling when she licks his face, her tail wagging, clearly pleased to see him. Still, there’s something restrained in her excitement. When Saladin left, the wolves became more attached to Shiro. They follow him more when he leaves, sometimes descending down the mountain with him, following him along his patrol route. When he returns, they whine and cry, even howling sometimes. They descend on him in a fury of tails and slobbery tongues, practically climbing on top of him, but now, Finnala is the only one to greet him, and instead of climbing on top of him, or shoving her head into his legs in a demand for more attention, she just follows at his side when he rises. 

He turns away from the living quarters, heading down the corridor opposite the one Finnala emerged from. The hallway leads to old studies and work spaces, rooms where the Iron Lords used to store armor and weapons, areas for sparring when the weather is too cold outside to emerge from the stone fortress. 

He follows the corridor to the workspace he made for himself, a large room filled with Vanguard gear. The technology looks at odds with the stone temple, so Shiro made sure the area was tucked away in a corner of the temple. Holoprojectors, data screens, and even a holographic war table depicting the cosmodrome sit on the smooth stone floor, hooked up to a generator in the corner. Finnala follows him inside, then drops herself onto the largest dog bed the Last City had to offer, set beside a desk off to one side of the large room. Shiro can’t help his smile at how she still manages to make the bed look small. 

He wanders over to the war table, pulling a small data slate from his pocket as he goes. He sets it onto the surface of the table, watching as both devices light up and all the data Shiro had collected during his patrol transfers onto the holographic table. He taps the slate, navigating to his logs and pressing the button to record. 

“Mission log…” he sighs, adjusting the holograms on the table until he can draw up the right dataset. “Two hundred and fifty-seven. House Salvation and House of Dusk Eliksni are fighting for control of the cosmodrome. House of Devils holdouts are still holding the Plaguelands but their numbers are dwindling by the day. Some conflict near the Doomed Sea, House Salvation won a skirmish but I’m not about to count the Devils out of the fight just yet.”

He runs his fingers over the edge of the war table. The holograms on the surface confirm his words, little dots detailing the forces moving against one another in the data Shiro had brought back, with the Devil splicer numbers dropping at the Doomed Sea. He shifts his gaze to the rest of the map.

“Overall, numbers are staying pretty constant. House of Dusk and House of Salvation are bringing reinforcements in from elsewhere and even falling to ruin the House of Devils is still getting turncoats onto their side. The title of ‘Splicer’ still holds a lot of weight for these guys.”

His face falls, his whole being sobering as he remembers the bodies Shaw had picked up near his camp, the ones Shiro had sent back to the City, back to their own Splicer. 

“All efforts to convert the Eliksni of the Cosmodrome to the House of Light have failed. Two casualties. I recommend we halt conversion efforts until we can utilize methods that will truly protect our allies.”

His metal lips pinch into a frown and he stares down at the war table, stuck in a loop of replaying data, Eliksni forces marching against one another in an endless cycle. 

“Shiro out.” 

He presses the data slate to stop the recording, and as he stares down at the war table below him, a familiar ache squeezes his chest so tight he feels like he can’t quite breathe. His eyes meet Finnala’s from across the room and he pushes himself off the war table.

“How about dinner, huh girl?”

The wolf jumps to her feet, eagerly following Shiro out of the study and back towards the living quarters. 

“Where is everyone, anyways?” He asks her, not that he expects a response. “Did you kids go hunting today?” There’s no blood on her muzzle, which is usually a sign of a hunt, and the winter makes things harder for the wolves given the lack of game running out and about, but Shiro can’t think of another reason why the wolves wouldn’t come to greet him when he arrived back at the temple. “You’d better not have brought any rabbits inside again.” 

After Saladin had left to join Caiatl's ranks, Shiro had built a set of wolf-sized doggy doors into the temple, meant to allow the wolves to move in and out of the temple as they pleased without needing Shiro or Saladin around to open any doors for them. Normally, they’d open the temple doors for the wolves in the mornings and let them back in if they wished to return at night, or during particularly harsh weather, but after Shiro’s schedule had proved too chaotic to stick to the routine, he’d decided he wanted a way to let the wolves in and out on their own. The wolf doors are in the furthest corner of the temple to isolate the cold, and they have to slip first though a weighted flap into what used to be an unused bedroom, then take a ram up to another flap that leads out of a basement window and outside, into the main courtyard. It’s not the most elegant system, but it works. Unfortunately, it also means the wolves can return with whatever they please. Shiro hasn’t quite taught them to leave their carcasses outside. 

Finnala just trots at his side, her gaze perfectly innocent as they make their way into the quarters. 

They round a corner and Shiro can make out what looks to be the whole pack, spread out on a thick fur in one of the temple common rooms, laying around an old couch. Half of them are asleep, the other half chewing on old bones or antlers, some contesting over their prizes, but Shiro can’t tell if they’re old or new. He hurries forward, looking around for the carcass he suspects will be on the floor, just out of sight.

“You know you’re not supposed to–”

He breaks off as soon as he rounds the couch. There’s no carcass, but instead he spots a familiar Iron Lord, a thick blanket thrown over him, with one of the year old wolves draped over him like they aren’t aware of their size. 

Shiro watches as Saladin’s face shifts, his eyes opening with the sluggishness he only allows himself in a place he really trusts, and he waits until Saladin’s eyes focus on his, a soft smile on his lips.

“You’re back.” Saladin observes. Shiro feels himself smile.

“So are you.”

Saladin nudges the wolf off his lap, and when he pulls Shiro down and presses a kiss to his lips, all the cold that had clung to Shiro, the tightness in his chest and the ache in every limb suddenly eases. He leans into Saladin, and at least for a moment, everything is alright. 

[trialsofsaint14]

mini acrylic charm designs

[sylenth-l]

short king Tevis

Every single group pic they take is like this:

[ryuhumble]

Still getting used to tablet but might return to drawing on pc anyways Shiro is done

[crispy0nion]

may i offer you some more destiny textposts in these trying times

[kiiyome-art]

Six hunters!

[unlucky-phantom]

Some Shiro 4 sketches

Im slowly making my way through the Destiny Eos. they're so fun to sketch. next will either be Banshee-44 or Ada-1

[exotic-inquiry]

Shiro-4 anytime someone mentions hunter vanguard:

-pls bungie, when will he return to us?-

[beyond-the-light]

M'lady.

Curious about my eyes? There's nothing special about them.

Shiro posting!

This ship is affectionately named Banana Bird!

Valerie OC belongs to @unlucky-corvid

I had fun making this based on a conversation the two had about how his optics worked. She attentively listened to his every word.

We need more Shiro art.

[the-fruit-bandit]

SO YOUNG WOLF NOW CANONICALLY HAS CAYDE'S JOURNAL?!?!

No but seriously, the Hunters Journal lore tab was delicious I'll be coming back for seconds

[poreyneel]

Hunters

[rivaldi22]

"My path is my own. Now, and forever." —Shiro-4

drawn for @ninthriven

[sylenth-l]

[🚧 WIP] Some hoonters sketches I did after reading @jate-kara's works 🥺💙

[ryuhumble]

Finally some WIP from me , had to draw Shiro again...

[crispy0nion]

i want to keep this interaction so badly it's so fucking funny but this is supposed to be a serious moment and I can't really move it anywhere else because of context oughhhh I'm going to kill myself