A Misty Retreat [O]
Sept 22, 2012 13:55:10 GMT -8
Post by Pwn on Sept 22, 2012 13:55:10 GMT -8
The sun had begun to set, peeking over the high mountains through the opaque mist. He could still see its silhouette, gazing into its descending light. It had been as if he was watching life move along without him. As the darkness swallowed him the moment those rays vanished, Nemuru headed to a hut not too far down, roughly five meters away from the edge of the road that he had been walking upon. From the outside, it did not look like much, but once you entered, everything change. Looking around, he searched for people, but saw none in sight. Confirming that he had been alone, he approached its only window.
Gazing inside, it had empty like the rest. There were many abandoned sheds like these scattered throughout his land. Whenever he came across one, he would stop to rest, and count his supplies. Reaching over to the knob of the door, he would twist it to let himself in, and closed it behind him. Making his way over to a bed, placing his items on a nearby table, he sat down, stretching and yawning, before counting each of his tools one by one. Unlike most shinobi, who carried anything with them, Nemuru only kept the important.
Eyes closed, and ears perked into the air, he listened to the silence speak sweet nothingness into his ears, feeling the vibrations of the frigid air against his skin, as well. He hugged himself, rubbing up, and down his arms to exacerbate the heat radiating from his body. Even though he wore plenty of garments, at night, his country tended to get cold. It had been much different from other countries, such as his former home, which were usually warmer. Laying his head back against a pillow, Nemuru fell into a deep sleep.