Herald to Excalibur, Prelude
Oct 22, 2012 20:28:14 GMT -8
Post by Trigga on Oct 22, 2012 20:28:14 GMT -8
It was quiet.
The wind moved aimlessly across the mountainous fangs that plagued the topography of the Kusa no kuni scenery. Blue skies and soft clouds working in unison to demonstrate the splendor of the Grass Country’s seemingly unrivaled beauty and iron-will. Its strength known on an all-inclusive scale, the Hidden Village that resided just north, some miles off had gained quite the reputation. Regardless, its soil wasn’t the dictation of today’s rather unforeseen phenomena. No, this mountain amongst many would suffice.
Three-hundred feet above ground level and deep forestry, on one of the scattered planks of earth that protruded from the mountains, a soul of untold strength roamed. Well, roamed wasn’t the perfect term to describe his actions; he was resting.
Haitsuchi of the Hidden Grass—one of her prized Shinobi found himself perched within one of the trees that resided on the rock itself, stretched out on one of its branches. Arms propped behind his neck, rubbing against the ends of his indigo hair, his legs were folded over one another in a relaxing manner as he found himself caught within the day’s blissful tranquility.
“Gorgeous day.” He exclaimed to himself without the intention of pleasing an audience.
His sanity wrapped within the coils of the world, the Uchiha divagated, sighing at his own dismal humor before stretching once more. Having just completed a transnational mission, he had successfully survived for this long after ‘dying’ so many years ago. Following leads and hints that aided in his perpetuation, he effectively avoided all hostile areas and stayed to himself.
Traveling all day however worried the soul and rest was required, as such staying within the comforts of this long-lasting hickory, the Uchiha sighed contently, relaxing into its branch.All items on person
