SWEATER WEATHER / snowball fight

[glow=#000,1,400]I WISH I COULD ESCAPE, I DON'T WANNA FAKE IT ! — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Everybody in the Blackguard was slowly learning new shit about Kliment and how he would react in certain situations, he was highly intelligent yet retained a form of stupidity due to his more animalistic impulses that he needed to get a grip of. It was frustrating whenever he smelt blood or even the smallest amount of illness on a clanmates without taking the opportunity to go for the easy kill and consume something. It was hard finding food that would actually appease his large appetite, it was almost like his stomach was a bottomless abyss taking whatever it can but never satisfying Kliment. He almost regrets not taking out that stupid three headed brute that fateful day their bodies broke the ancient Egyptian civilization, he only did it due to the little voice of "reason" telling him not to kill off a possible ally. Now whenever, Kliment was found walking around the draconic beast didn't seem to be all that far behind which only reminded the Harbinger of his failure constantly causing his self frustration to consume the hybrid. He hoped that some of his clanmates would understand his notion or decision of having let Akane stay to begin with but even he was starting to have his doubts, a bit of a thoughtful expression etched upon his scarred facial features but then he felt something cold and round hit his cheek as well as chest, the sudden touch made him flinch. Not out of fear but just the touch itself. He didn't like it when anyone touched him. A snarl erupted from his jaws as he whipped around to face the culprit.

/ whoever posts first can be the one who threw the snowball >;3cc[glow=COLOR,1,400]♛[/glow]

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— penelope "pen" luane | virtue of diligence | the blackguard —

The concept of snow, more importantly snow everywhere, brought massive grins to the pastel angel's face. Since Penelope firmly believed in always making an effort to be doing something, she decided some fun was required in this new land. As such, the child-like creature began experimenting with the fluffy white version of water. Whenever too much soaked into her fur, her skin tingled with cold, but she was slowly piecing together how moldable snow could be.

First and foremost, she began creating a small trench, wondering if perhaps she could make a snow-castle. A little frozen base of her own. Inevitably, she rolled snow some together, a pair of carolina blue hues brightening with excitement. Snowballs.

Well. Clearly, the next step here was to throw it at an unsuspecting victim. It happened to be the one and only Kliment, but Penelope wouldn't back out now and had to slam her lips firmly shut not to burst into a fit of laughing when he spun around to face her.

While others might've flinched, the angel just grinned, "got you!" Enough said, she bolted, diving into her little trench, where it happened she'd made quite a few more snowballs. Of course, Pen would not just relentlessly throw her entire collection at the Harbinger. No, she wanted to give them a chance to join in on her game.

— WHAT'S UP DANGER? —