Chimper #3983
How can one who was once defined by stillness learn to contain a volcano's heart? Ask Shuuin. The first memory is of tracing bamboo patterns onto scrolls, the biting winds of The Great Panda City a familiar companion. The second is of fire—a geyser of raw power that erupted from a fissure during a diplomatic mission, a searing embrace meant to destroy but instead transformed. They became a living inferno, an echo of the legends told of Hotaru. The final memory, still being written, is of the city they returned to. They wear tactical gear over their tranquil grey fur, the scorching embers on their back a constant, controlled burn. The city's cold no longer touches them; in fact, they ward it off for others, a walking furnace with an unshakable grin.
