Flood of The Dead [M]
Oct 21, 2012 1:31:54 GMT -8
Post by Pwn on Oct 21, 2012 1:31:54 GMT -8
The night had still been young, but would be fathered by the moon that congregated with distant stars, all of them emanating light from the sky above. As the trio approaches the village, they would undoubtedly feel an eerie aura coming from the bay straight forward, about twenty-five meters away from their current position. Each of the buildings that surrounded them had been dilapidated, and with seemingly no sign of life.
Standing near the edge of the water upon the propped wooden plank was a man, no more than five feet tall, dark brown hair, light brown eyes, wearing silver circle earrings with stars on them. Covering the entire upper part of his body was a mixture of both browns that had been a part of his features. Red star patterned sweat pants covered the lower part of his body. He wore odd shoes, black around the middle, with red metal on the front, and back.
“Edo Tensei.”
A monotone voice, most likely inaudible to them due to their distance, publicizing the name of the jutsu he had been performing. Five coffins rose from the ground, delivering tremors across the ground that would oscillate toward the group. Hopefully they came prepared for a fight. If not, they would find themselves dead, and feasted upon by the beast waiting to meet them. The doors sealing these creatures would descend to the floor, pursued by a loud clunk.
He stepped back, the coffins obscuring his hasty retreat into somewhere far off, as he would observe the onslaught ready to be initiated. None of the men that stood before the team spoke, but each had a unique trait about them. They were all from different villages, and the five great ones at that, in the order of Konoha1, Kumo2, Iwa3, Kiri4, and Suna5. All of their heads were slouched down, almost lifeless, yet still standing there. What would these individuals decide to do next?