Retraceable.
Apr 10, 2013 15:01:32 GMT -8
Post by NARRATOR³ on Apr 10, 2013 15:01:32 GMT -8
There were several things that separated Blanche from the many denizens of Kusagakure. It wasn't the insatiable aroma that hung to her body like an invisible veil of smoke, or even her long sandy-hair mane that seemed to cascade in every direction with the wind. No, rather it was her posture and demeanor - she stood tall, unnerved, and oozed of authority despite being several hundred miles away from any real protection. Even in the presence of an unknown she held her form without an infliction of fear; t'was why she was the Kusakage, no doubt.
"What is the health of a stranger like myself to ya'?" The man's low voice cooed from behind his hood. Her question, for the most part, was ignored as he continued - as if without a care in the world - to sharpen the piece of wood in his hand's firm grasp. Nonetheless, his lips slowly turned into a smirk, almost as if he found humor in her words. "Heat has never been a problem for me," he mentioned subtly, his active arm ceasing it's movement suddenly. "At least not here."
Even with the dark clothing and rather coy way of ignoring her questions, there was something off-putting about the man's appearance. He was clearly a foreigner being garbed in clothing that bore no allegiances to any village, but he did not seem surprised to be found; frankly, he did not even seem phased by Blanche's presence. It was almost like he had been waiting just for her.
But how would he have known she'd travel this far out of her own village? "No, you are correct," he further added. "But then again if I was you would already know that, ain't that right Kusakage?" With one simple movement the sharpened piece of wood was tossed, the aciculate end piercing the ground before her effortlessly."Someone of your... prestige shouldn't be out this far by yourself. Your head itself could buy someone a whole village."