[ ► ] + k-a-n-d-a + bellatoria + toxitine
[ ► ] + feuxlong + shiroikao + brazenking
[ ► ] + qui--decipitur + a--cratophorus
It is days when nature seemed to be at odds with Kumori, the wind brushing against him wildly. Perhaps it is the winter season but he had wished he had dressed more warmly. Eyes narrowing down into black slits as he continued to trudge against the cold path, arms wrapped tightly around his lithe frame.
He wasn't all that fond of cold weather as of late, it just reminded him of the lack of warmth. The lack of colour, and the desolateness of it all. Winter signified things that his constant lack of memories could never make up for, the unanswered questions. To say the least it is an annoyance to him. Grumbling aloud, he didn't make note if whether or not people were around him. Just a bit peeved at the cold weather that was eating at his mood.
”Damn weather, if only it was spring— bet it'd be warmer 'n colourful. Che. ”
