plating.
Jun 18, 2011 9:32:40 GMT -8
Post by BLKND on Jun 18, 2011 9:32:40 GMT -8
the scars of your love
ogonkurai
As the sun would slowly begin to crawl from the back of what appeared to be a countless array of mountains, a new day would be steadily revealed to the eyes of anyone fortunate to view. The dynamics of the sunrise were things that many people fantasized about. However, what made it so elusive was its ability to continuously stay mysterious. No matter how many jutsu a ninja could master, they would never have an arsenal capable of answering the questions posed by the very sunrise. Of all of the five villages, Kumogakure was by far the closest to discovering this mystery. The countless number of mountains which would make up this country would stand testament to the number of generations that people have persevered. The endless strife of survival would be etched into the side of almost every mountain in the form of some sort of temple or dwelling. It would just so happen that today, one of these many mountains would house the presence of one of the many offspring of the ancestral beings who had carved these dwellings from stone. From this dismal cave, an oblivion would appear fitting, however as dim life form would sit, emerged in this faux oblivion, only a sharp focus would keep him breathing.
His legs crossed, and his arms raised to his chest, the young man would appear to be meditating. The darkness of the cave would slowly slither away from his frame as the light of the sun would come, driving it away. His eyes would remain sealed shut however, alluding that he was aware of the time, and the conflict between the shimmering light of the sun, and the hollow darkness of the night. His back would remain completely erect, despite the hours that he had spent here preparing for one of the biggest trials he had faced as a shinobi. While he would consider himself ready, he knew the serious stakes of taking on such a hazardous mission.
The cave entrance, decorated by what appeared to be massive ivory lions, sitting on either side of the entrance would make this place all the more ominous. Decaying, the stone lions would serve to remind the shinobi of exactly what it meant to live in a village such as this. Additional, smaller lions would sit to his vanguard, protecting the endless amount of steps that it would take to reach the peak of the mountain, where he sat. The mountain appeared to have been carved into tiers. However, the top of the mountain would appear to be the final destination for someone willing to embark on the journey up this mountain.
they leave me breathless