An Unquenchable Thirst pt 1 [private][Search]
May 3, 2011 13:35:46 GMT -8
Post by Nao on May 3, 2011 13:35:46 GMT -8
"Fuck this heat!" Nao cursed, making his way up one of the various dunes that spanned as far as the eye could see. The Genin glanced around, hoping to see something aside from the sea of sand. With a heavy sigh the Hozuki boy pulled the brim of his light-weight clock further over his face, shading him from the harsh rays of the unforgiving sun above. The shinobi’s cloak parted, revealing his hand as it brought one of the various canteens strapped to the shinobi’s body to his lips. Nao took a long drink, the cool water that rushed forth passed over his chapped lips and finally down his parched throat.
The young man’s face contorted into a pout upon realizing that he had emptied the small, metal container. Angrily Nao threw the can as far as he could, the round container catching wind before finally skidding to a halt in the sand over a hundred meters away. The Genin continued his trek, stumbling to and fro under the hot desert sun. Even the breeze didn’t help to lower the temperatures; it only seemed to make the sand whip around, agitating his eyes and skin.
Nao hated the desert, the heat, the sand, the lack of water, and even the wildlife didn’t suit the boy’s liquid nature. He especially hated the sand; everything about it pissed the young man off. The texture, the smell, and it’s tendencies to get everywhere just angered him beyond belief. Nonetheless the young man had resigned himself to wandering this god forsaken land; his obsession didn’t come cheap after all.
From the corner of his left eye Nao saw something that would make his day slightly more bearable; a small lizard was crawling across the desert sand. A flick of his wrist sent a sharp, black blade rocketing from the confines of his shirt that nailed the lizard to the hot desert sand beneath it. A grin instantly broke out on Nao’s face as he watched the life flow from the pitiful creature; oh how he loved to watch things die. The Genin knelt down next to the dying lizard and retrieved his kunai, wiping the blood on the hem of his cloak before putting it back in his pouch. Standing, the young man retrieved another canteen and took a swig. He needed to be hydrated; after all, finding Suna would be quite the challenge.
The young man’s face contorted into a pout upon realizing that he had emptied the small, metal container. Angrily Nao threw the can as far as he could, the round container catching wind before finally skidding to a halt in the sand over a hundred meters away. The Genin continued his trek, stumbling to and fro under the hot desert sun. Even the breeze didn’t help to lower the temperatures; it only seemed to make the sand whip around, agitating his eyes and skin.
Nao hated the desert, the heat, the sand, the lack of water, and even the wildlife didn’t suit the boy’s liquid nature. He especially hated the sand; everything about it pissed the young man off. The texture, the smell, and it’s tendencies to get everywhere just angered him beyond belief. Nonetheless the young man had resigned himself to wandering this god forsaken land; his obsession didn’t come cheap after all.
From the corner of his left eye Nao saw something that would make his day slightly more bearable; a small lizard was crawling across the desert sand. A flick of his wrist sent a sharp, black blade rocketing from the confines of his shirt that nailed the lizard to the hot desert sand beneath it. A grin instantly broke out on Nao’s face as he watched the life flow from the pitiful creature; oh how he loved to watch things die. The Genin knelt down next to the dying lizard and retrieved his kunai, wiping the blood on the hem of his cloak before putting it back in his pouch. Standing, the young man retrieved another canteen and took a swig. He needed to be hydrated; after all, finding Suna would be quite the challenge.