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  • Suzume could not go five minutes without causing some kind of havoc.


    Perhaps it was simply engrained in him, the unrelenting desire for excitement making it virtually impossible for the young boy to sit still in one place for an extended period of time. Never before had he really needed to concern himself with major responsibilities though, that was mainly because he had his own way of dealing with issues involved a degree of maturity which he possessed but felt not inclination to display constantly. He was by no means a bad kid. No, that would be an entirely false accusation. However, it was undeniable that he did have a penchant for trouble as problems seemed to just follow behind him as lingering shadows. Within Suzume's mind though, there was no true fun to be found without a little chaos.


    Since joining the Sanctuary, he had noticed that things were extremely peaceful here. From the members of the group to the land they inhabited itself, serenity enveloped everything that it touched. It was certainly easy to see where the group got their name from, that was for sure. Winter had made the ceaseless meadow into such a beautifully crafted landscape and it had quickly become something which Suzume felt he could stare at for an eternity and a day, if given the time too. Upon exiting the gaia, the sight alone was enough to force restless soul into hesitance for a few fleeting moment, gaze with typically blazed with all of the intensity of a wildfire softening ever so slightly as he dared to look upon the land. Little sparrow boy does not pause for too long, however, fearing that he may cause it all to catch light and melt away with the slightest wrong move.


    Instead, he shakes himself off, thick black fur puffed out in preparation for the snow fields ahead, and bounds out into endless white. It's difficult to disguise himself here, charred coat much better suited to the cover of a summer's night than the spotlight of winter's day. Still, he does well to slink through the snow as inconspicuously as he can, giggling softly to himself every time one of the large snowflake came to settle on his nose. Vague warning comes to the forefront of his mind as he moves, remembering someone mentioning to him that he shouldn't venture too far away from the gaia because of the adverse weather conditions. That was fine by him. For what he wanted to do, he did not need to go far at all.


    Surprisingly, it did not take him rather long to find his first victim of the day either. Although he was not close enough to see who exactly it was wandering around, winged feline is certain that they too are a member of the Sanctuary and that alone is enough to prompt him into action. Stifling his own laugh, the boy lowered himself to the ground and busied himself with putting together a snowball, clumsy paws breaking up white powder a few times before he finally gets something more solid. Telltale embers of eyes peer out from the mounted snow that he has taken to hiding behind, brows raised slightly as he gauges a plan of attack. And then...


    "Gotcha!" Vibrant exclamation leaves Suzume's lips as he pelts ball of snow at the sanctuarian to first catch his attention, colourful laughter chiming as birdsong from his throat as he dove back into a large snowdrift to avoid immediate confrontation.

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ much like suzume, spiritline has always been a trouble maker. he can recall all the small fights he had with his brother, the way they vied for their sister's affections and doting. how he would push and shove and pester and wholly destroy the family's imagine as sect leaders. what he doesn't remember from that life long ago is all the other trouble he caused.


    fighting his sister's betrothed, arguing against every authority figure, and even starting a war (in some people's eyes). wherever spiritline goes, trouble and mischief is soon to follow. even in this new life, with a clean slate, his penchant for playing around has never left him. even being older than suzume, his child-like tendencies matched the other quite well.


    wandering about the snow-ridden territory was already giving him ideas on pranks he could pull on his new clan mates, but it seemed someone had already beaten him to the punch. it must've been easy to pick him out -- all midnight fur and shadowy tendrils at his paws. he probably should've picked up on the tell-tale signs of an attacker, but he'd been far too caught up in his own thoughts to spot suzume until the snowball comes flying towards him.


    quick reflexes and his powers are the only thing that keep him from getting smacked in the face. the vulpine blinks out sight and reappears a few paces away, flakes of snow clinging to his side. now comes the hunt. spiritline slowly spins around, attempting to identify his clan mate's hiding spot. "someone's got good aim," he says, loud enough for suzume to hear and respond to, if he chooses to. as he looks around, he works on preparing his own snowball, paws digging at the cold material.