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[TSUKISHIRO]

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[bg=C79856] ♥A willowy young man trotted through the forest, humming a self-made tune. Tsukishiro wore a plain, short, and light gray kimono, with a black hakama. His silvery white hair caught the low light, flashing slightly. His eyes were a bloody red, but an observer would not be able to tell, for his eyes were closed in an almost comic way, with the corners of his mouth lifted up in a fox like smile. He knew this particular section like the back of his hand, and because of that, closing his eyes and enjoying the sounds instead of the sights was more appealing. He began to whistle, a simple tune he had learned by listening to some birds. "It's so peaceful when there aren't any God Killers tryin' ta kill me~" He said enthusiastically, as he rounded the corner. ♥He swung his arms nonchalantly every time he took a step, making it seem like he was doing some sort of mangled skip. He was light on his feet, and barely made a noise as he continued to trot, changing the tune that he hummed. He lightly hopped to the side, avoiding one of his own traps, and continued, aimlessly wandering through the forest. Today had been rather dull so far, and being the thrill seeker he was, he was so terribly bored, without anyone wanting to skin his hide. Suddenly, he paused, his pale arms still in mid swing. Pausing for a moment, he turned his head, before opening his brilliant crimson eyes, and scanned the area behind him for a moment. With an almost knowing smile, he continued, resuming the little song from where he had left it as he began to move, his gait slightly different as he bounced along. ♥Perhaps whatever was following him would step into one of his little traps, ne? If it did, it would be the remedy for his boring day. The kitsune's smile widened into a grin.

[HOTARU]

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[TSUKISHIRO]

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[bg=C79856] ♥He had not taken more than a few extra steps before it happened. As the a small squeak filled the air, followed by a thud, Shiro fist-pumped, his wicked grin widening beyond mortal limits, revealing his pointy canines. Turning around on the ball of his foot, he lazily trotted to the fallen girl, arms swinging, his bare feet making a soft pit-pat as they tapped against the soft earth.. "Yay!~ It worked~," He said, screeching to a halt in front of the small child, squatting so that he was down to her height. "right, Ochibi-chan?" He said, emphasizing every syllable in Ochibi-chan, and craning his neck so that his inquisitive red eyes were only inches from her face. He took in her thin frame, her red hair that framed a baby face. His gaze wandered briefly towards her dagger, and being the smart little cookie that he was, Tsukishiro put two and two together. "Ne, it's not nice ta mug a poor, beautiful ol' soul like me!" He said, pursing his lips in a playful pout, and giving the mortal a gentle flick to the forehead as she pushed herself up. For a few moments, he stayed there, his face returning to it's bored expression. ♥Slowly rising, he brushed himself off halfheartedly. At his full height, he was a fairly impressive 5'10", and he prided himself in his exceptional beauty. After all, no man could compare to his perfection. It was just the natural way things worked, ne? He stared expectantly at the girl, waiting for some sort of apology and gush of compliments, much like the way tods strutted in front of potential mates, showing off with everything they had. Frowning at the lack of immediate fawning, he gave a dramatic toss of his short silver locks, which had grown just long enough to tickle the base of his neck. Hmph, these common folk couldn't comprehend a wonderful creature like him. He sighed, letting his attention wander as he waited for the girl to say something interesting.

[HOTARU]

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[TSUKISHIRO]

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[bg=C79856] ♥Shiro couldn't help but giggle at the frown plastered so awkwardly on the child's face. The piercing gaze- it was just too funny! Deciding he didn't want to let go of this choice moment, he said. "Ne, Ochibi, why are ya looking at me with such concentration? Have ya already fallen in love with my dashin' good looks?" He said, giving a mock look of arrogance as he tilted his head skywards, eyes closed, and nose sticking out. The tips of his fingers were pressed lightly against his chest, and for a moment, everything stayed like that, before the Ochibi spoke. ♥"You're a weirdo." ♥"Aw, you're no fun, Ochibi-chan." He said crossly, folding his arms. At that moment, the girl decided to try again, and he watched, one white eyebrow raised as she assumed what he thought was some sort of fighting stance. Shiro had never been particularly talented at, and did not have an eye for non-magical combat. He much rather liked watching those poor little fools scream and beg for mercy as they burned slowly to a crisp. At that thought, his expression became somewhat malicious, and he smiled a sinister smile, before returning to his cheerful self. Eyes closed to mere slits again, he grinned, deciding since that he was already so infamous, he might as well tell this odd little mortal who she was dealing with. "Hey Ochibi, as ya know, you're in Ta Great Forest." He stated, and with a snap of his slender finger, summoned one of his harmless wisps of fire. This one was a blinding white, and flickered calmly in his palm. Hoping the girl didn't know of this ability in particular (because then, he would have ta use Inferno, and then things would get messy for ta kiddo!), he said, "Do ya know what happens ta naughty kiddos here?" He said, adopting the best scary tale tone he could, managing to contort his expression to something akin to a jack-o-lantern.