-Predator Bait [Apple] Mar 5, 2012 10:32:13 GMT -8
Post by Not Masakuni on Mar 5, 2012 10:32:13 GMT -8
Fushoku Shiro sighed, looking down at his hands. It was starting to seem hopeless to him. He couldn't seem to find the remains of his nation. A faint sense of despair was creeping into his soul. He pushed it aside, shaking his head. He had no time for such things. If his nation could be rebuilt on tears and pity, it would have been the greatest of all the ninja villages by now. As it stood, only determination would find rewards, according to the cruel karma of the universe. He re-shouldered his gourd, looking out across the waving meadows.
It entered into him, as swift as an arrow through his chest. He felt it seeping into his skin, clogging his pores with terror and clouding his vision with the static-rimmed edges of dread. He swallowed, trying to slow the hammering tempo of his heart. He forced his thoughts into order, into a rational shape. His entire skin was set on edge. It was a premonition, of sorts, of something dark beyond reckoning that stalked him. He put his trembling hands down by his sides, gripping his pants in an effort to cease their tremoring.
Where is it?
He turned in a slow circle, trying to seek out the source of his fear. He felt a slight, nervous smile creeping on to his face. He had never felt such potent terror. It was consuming him, bit by bit, like a black fog of acid that ate away at his flesh. He settled his feet firmly, feeling the sand shift in his gourd behind him, churning slightly in response to the instability his emotions introduced to his chakra. With a quiet sound, he focused himself, gradually calming the motions of his body.
“Where are you?” He said softly.