meeting with the mentor [yotsuba/naga/inv]
Jul 19, 2012 12:02:44 GMT -8
Post by Naitome on Jul 19, 2012 12:02:44 GMT -8
It was a sensation much like drowning. He sat in a dense forest of overlapping wooden tusks, lit by the moon, jutting from the ground at bizarre angles covered in fog, and sprouting monochromatic blue flowers dripping dull pollen spores like viscera. His legs were crossed, both Akurojin-no-hi and Nameless, the blessed nodachi of the Death Coils, were strapped to his back with thin chain, and his eyes were closed against the surrounding dampness.
Beneath the lids, the red flare of his Sharingan was not present, and the dull black pupils shifted slightly, as if in nightmare, his thoughts sinking deeper and deeper into the recesses of his own memory. If he leaned forward just a few feet, close to the land's edge as he was, he would surely fall into the great swamp before him and be flushed by a sluice of dirty water into the greater expanse of the Salt Brine Loch. For the moment, he was blissfully unaware of the presence of others, and his forehead was absent the simple metal protector that declared allegiance to Kirigakure No Sato. Alone. Undisturbed. Waiting calmly and breathing deep and concerned primarily with how the remainder of his day might unfold.
There is no emotion, there is peace. His palms rose, closing to form the tiger handseal slowly and deliberately, nostrils flaring in the dark. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. His hands broke the seal, fingers folded, allowing the naturally built tension to fall away. There is no passion, there is serenity. A swelling of chakra built within him, a heartbeat, a steady pulse of flaring spiritual and physical energy that fluctuated in a clockwise rotation away from his core. There is no chaos, there is harmony. The temperature around him increased subtly, as the tiniest particles of katon chakra seemed birthed from his skin and ignited into finality around him.