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Mar 14, 2012 2:09:14 GMT -8
Post by Estilo on Mar 14, 2012 2:09:14 GMT -8
Her red-faced expression was cute, and it made me smile. I tugged her closely along as we continued to the next exhibit. That was, until she stopped. There we stood before a painting, the introduction to the exhibit, the visage of a tailless stone beast itself. Quite a monstrous thing, surrounded by strangely chaotic beauty. Of course, I knew... a great deal about its legend. And I wasn't exactly comfortable with sharing it. But when she asked, I couldn't help it. She had me wrapped around her finger after all.
"Ah... yes. Unfortunately..." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. Emerald hues turned to the prized piece of the exhibit afar, at the center of the second floor. A large stone head, dismembered from its body, its surface crawling with moss and cracks. One of its two horns were broken, and its countenance fit that of an angry bull. Its dead eyes were flat and reflective, like glass or tempered crystal. The people around it were held at bay by the velvet rope that surrounded its perimeter. It was not to be touched.
"It was once believed that our ancestors fought with these stone goliaths by their side. Creatures formed from the mountains that surrounded Kumogakure no Sato... it is also said that the Sage of Six Paths had a hand in their initial creation. He'd formed some sort of temporary alliance with our ancestors, created these beasts for their protection." But now... now came the shameful part. "They disappeared at one point. And for centuries, they were dismissed as legends. That was... until the First Shinobi World War. We- Kumogakure- unearthed them. And, at the cost of many lives both civilian and military, we used them." I stopped to look at her.
"The rest is history, I guess. Most people are certain that the Great Flash finally put them to rest. That detached ugly mug the people are ogling over there seems to reinforce that theory." I smiled. My hand slid onto hers, fingers interlocking as I grasped it firmly. And for a moment, we stared. I wanted to let her know that this date was more about her... not about the exhibit itself. I didn't care for history... I cared for our future. Speaking of which, "Oh, hey. I forgot. The Raikage wants you to meet with the mortician tomorrow. There's one last component to the technique you're needed to learn. It's supposed to be important. I can... accompany you, if you want."