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However scarred this land had been from the bijuu attack, it was nothing like the devestation that I had seen back home- They, It had ravaged past houses, buildings, homes, my- our home, and there had been little way to stop it. Of course in this land it was somewhat different as I was sure Kumogakure was returning back to its usual day-to-day things but the bijuu had left a smaller village gone- Would the hidden village be kind enough to help them rebuild? In times of war people and organization’s true characters emerged, and in my own case, I had simply embraced the madness that had slowly been building up in my core- Of course I was always aware that it- she, was always there but over time I came to comprehend the extent of her power. It was something so beautiful, yet mind-numbingly terrifying at the same time, and as of late I couldn’t exactly place my finger on which one I judged her as.

What was once a presence that tormented my very being- How she could be inside my very head ..Like this.. soft whispers out of the corner of my ear, blood-curdling screams from days long gone reeled back and forth and in return, I simply gave in- It was better than putting up a fight against her- After all, we were the same person. And being the same person, I was quite glad to be gifted with such a luscious figure and body which could be used in many situations ranging from simply seducing to just doing day-to-day things, I wasn’t sure if it was a cure or a blessing to share it with her. At times her reign numbed my very soul from feeling such human emotion that I despised to feel, but at others I lay awake at night, fighting to simply get asleep.

What was she?

Painfully stepping forwards in the land- This part of the country having been less destroyed than the one I had past set foot in, I’d notice quite a peculiar sight- A male, quite tall and lanky to say the least- You could fucking snap him in half- Do it- you have the tools, one quick swipe and you could break his ribs and tear any muscle that lies there apart with your own fingers.. otherwordly thoughts once more returning to my head I’d shake them away, my lip shuddering a little bit, before then composing myself again and looking back at the black haired gent. Who was he, and why was he leaning against a tree? Such sights were quite strange but instead of calling if he needed any help, I’d simply stand there with my arms crossed, staring at him.

If he was to turn around he’d surely see me in my full, beautiful way- A sight to behold! I was none other than- a fucking whore- surely if he had watched he would see my eyes almost trying to go to the back of my head- Why was I doing this? Automatic reaction- ”…...” Haven’t you ever heard a voice behind you and simply moved your eyes back to try and see who it was? I knew who it was, too well by now. Standing in place, I’d keep watching him silently like a killer would its pray- Of course I had no intent on offing him, that just wasn’t my styl- TEAR HIS LIGAMENTS APART! USE YOUR CHAKRA SCALPEL TO RUPTURE ANY PUNY FUCKING ORGANS HE HAS IN HIS STICK INSECT BODY!! ... "..No." My expression twisted a bit- And then went back to my normal, cold stare. [/ul][/blockquote][/justify][/font]

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[/i] want, probably the fact that I was an untamed beast, beast being the key word. But unluckily for him he was about to see the worst side of me- TAKE YOUR CIGARETTE AND LEAVE YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARD Why? He had made the mistake of lightning a cigarette nearby.

"What is a pretty woman like yourself doing out here all alone? Don't you know there's all of kinds of danger ou-."
”If you don’t put out that cigarette, you’ll find out what danger is. Cancer, lung disease, heart disease, kidney cancer, Athsma, emphysema, bronchitis, impotence- And guess what?! I don’t want any of that, bitch.”

Surely if he had thought the best of me upon looking at my beautiful, saintly visage, he probably would be taken aback by the things that I was saying. However- I did have quite a good point as I was a doctor in profession and along with that I knew what was good for the body and what wasn’t- I knew full well of the effects that smoking had on the body and for a shinobi to be smoking- Assuming that the scarred headband on his body meant that he was still one, it would only prevent him from doing things later on in life, surely. I was doing the right thing- Not that I ever did things wrong, it was impossible for me to make mistakes at the worst of times. It was a gift that I had been given at birth and only unleashed over the past few years- But all in all, I had always been unbreakable.

And now- He gave me a name, Juro. So I now knew of the cigarette-smoking fool that I had walked by. Of course, surely it had been a mistake even to simply stop by his form against the tree- Since I had initiated an angry conversation, would he retort with an equally anger response, or would he calm down and treat me like a pissed off schoolgirl? I couldn’t exactly predict the future, but; ”I’m Blanche.. -Smoking is fucking disgusting, Juro Don’t be such a prick.” his name had been spoken in a sarcastic tone, the rest more plausible. However- with my tongue poisoned with lead and arsenic, it reflected easily not on my expression but the words- I spoke with the tongue of a viper but spoke said words with the face of an angel- I was lovely to say the least.

With my eyes angrily glaring at the man in front of me with the cigarette that sent an incredibly off-putting scent in to the air, I flickered back to the days where such scents put me off to such a degree that I would hurl- It was small things like that which annoyed me, and it had continued on as it seemed- Although, I wasn’t going to vomit now, but my annoyance at someone smoking in my presence was clear to see as my baby blue eyes blazed with the fire of hell itself, a demon struggling to break free within me slowly mounting up and breaking through my skin, tearing the cells apart in the meantime. Of course, this was a distorted view of what was really happening but on another note it sometimes felt like that. But- In relation to my angry outburst, what would he say? I was interested.
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To say Juro was intrigued by the woman was an understatement. Never before had a woman spoken to him in such a way, and the thought of it only peeked his interest more. She wasn’t very well acquainted with Juro, but she spoke to him if they knew each other for years. He wasn’t entire sure she hadn’t come by to do harm. No, if she wanted to do harm she could have killed Juro by now, she didn’t seem to be the type to play with her food. She’d like to get straight to the point. Juro liked it. He examined her as she stood before him, following her curves as he inhaled the poison into his lungs. What a beautiful woman she was, her long blond hair swung in the wind giving her a goddess appeal, she was exactly what Juro needed.

"I’m Blanche.. -Smoking is fucking disgusting, Juro Don’t be such a prick."

"Of course, anything you wish." He nodded flinging the cigarette he held in his hand. "Its nice to meet you Blanche." He had to give Blanche credit, she obviously knew a lot of the human body, enough to list twenty-thousands outcomes of Juro bad habit. It wasn’t if he would heed her warning, but he could reframe from smoking around the blond shionbi for a while. He moved a bit closer to her, not close enough to be in her personal space but close enough for him to smell her scent. It was a rare treat, he was so use to men he'd forgotten what a woman smelled like. Pulling his hair back he questioned her once more, "So where are you headed beautiful?"

OOC - Sorry for the shitty post at work.

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[/i] person who I trusted with my life in my time, and now that he was gone, there was little stopping me from punching the next fucker who tried to chat me up in to the ground. And this had been done a few times- But in this instance, I would keep my rage simmered down somewhat on the surface, it boiling inside. But although I wasn’t happy with the actions he took- He flung his cigarette away, which at least meant he had listened to me.

Of course it wasn’t the first time that I had come across such a man; I had been the idol of many a person’s eyes, may it have been in taverns or simply on the streets, and to say the least, it would be a strange thing for me not to be stared at- I was a beacon of light in this dark and dingy shinobi world, a goddess among morals as my very hair radiated light and prosperity. With sumptuous curves going from A to Z, there was little that could stand in my way when it meant getting what I wanted. I could manipulate men, put beauty queens to shame and fuck up someone’s face and at the same time, retain the same elegance that I held day-to-day. This elegance was visible in my appearance but those who knew my true personality would probably know otherwise.

"So where are you headed beautiful?"

With a nickname that had been said to me dozens upon dozens of times, average girls may have swooned at the word but I didn’t budge, my stern and pissed off expression remaining on my face, untouched by anything that he had said. ”Do I look like a fucking prostitute or something?” I’d tell him with my tongue again laced with poison as I seemed to dismiss his very being a an actual human, throwing him on the curb like any other piece of trash. Of course I had said this due to both the fact that he approached me in such a way, and I wasn’t in the mood to toy around with people today, and secondly due to the fact that he seemed intent on finding out where I was planning to go- The nickname put on the end, surely to make me fall for some kind of sick trap of his.

He approached me quite confidently, I simply watching as he’d draw near and then stop when he got close- It was a wise move of his to cease his movement there- If he had gone closer, my fist would surely have been in his face, and he’d need nose surgery soon thereafter. ”You do not get closer than that.” My tone was serious, and I wasn’t to be messed with right now. I wasn’t sure if he was drunk or on something at the time being, but I would be too happy if he’d cross that rule I’d give him. After he had died I wasn’t fond of being treated in such a way by men unless it was for my own gain- This guy was no-one to me, and therefore, I’d be placed on edge, my mind keenly assessing the situation as my eyes were set on his form, waiting for a response or reaction from him.
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