Smiling wanderer [open]
Aug 13, 2011 18:55:43 GMT -8
Post by Messatsu! on Aug 13, 2011 18:55:43 GMT -8
IIC: 24 hrs
A biting cold snapped away at Hei's form as he lightly trudged through what could have only been described as an endless sea of frozen white rain. Tarrying prints of stabbing footfalls was the only token of existence that Hei could have left as his maundering steps marred the crunching mounds beneath his feet. It was a perpetual tone that would have driven any normal person insane, however, Hei was not normal, he was a man without any emotional response. He showed no anger, no happiness or depression, nothing. He himself merely saw it as nothing more than a stigma within ones self, a barricade to power and perfection, two things Hei endlessly fought to achieve.
But one might ask, what could Hei have found just by merely wandering in a endless sea of white - nothing. Hei was probably the most fitting person for such a title; for days directionless steps guided him from country to country, city to city, hoping to find new paths to power and perfection, but lately it just had not seemed possible. If Hei could initially feel any emotion during his travels, it would have had to have been a feeling a dissatisfaction. Dissatisfied or not, something so trivial couldn't even dare hope to cause Hei to falter along his path, instead it merely fueled his hidden desire.
Beneath pitch dark slits of his bone white mask, dark blue orbs of impassivity assessed and deduced the white world around Hei, it was nothing but snow and pelting solid rain. It was cold indeed, but the black trench coat, gloves, tucked shirt, and pants gave him more than enough warmth. At first glance - with such attire- one couldn't even tell he was a shinobi as he looked more like a hired assassin, but in truth it was just a set of clothing that set well with his clans bugs."This is getting tedious and tiresome, there must be something around here."