Soushirei

We live in a world of transgressions and selfishness, and no pictures that represent us otherwise can be true, though, happily, for human nature, gleamings of that pure spirit in whose likeness man has been fashioned are to be seen, relieving its deformities, and mitigating if not excusing its crimes. - James Fenimore Cooper Flurried snow crunched solidly beneath diligent feet as each progressing step, while not made hastily, emulated a confidence that sustained with each stride as a certain Kururugi Suzaku continued his trek through the oncoming blizzard. The young brunette was unsure how long he had been walking once he turned off the main

Exordium Riku propped a leg up onto the paopu tree he was occupying, resting an arm on his knee as he continued staring out over the horizon—the sun had gotten lower as daylight continued to dim. It was after this realization that Riku heard the scampering of another pair of feet from behind him. A smile crept on his face; only one person could emulate such a high-spirited jog. This prediction of Riku’s had confirmed itself as the energetic brunette hopped over the trunk of the paopu tree before leaning against it, placing his hands behind his head in the patented fashion the protagonist was known to have done millions of times bef