Mist-Drenched Admiration [Q]
Sept 17, 2012 7:17:08 GMT -8
Post by Shinryu on Sept 17, 2012 7:17:08 GMT -8
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,420,true] Strange Tidings You hate the mist, and the water, and just about everything about this country, and yet it remains. The mist hangs thick in the air, ephemeral and uncaring to such pitiful whims of humans. It was here long before you, and it will remain long past your time. It stands as a testament to the resilience of the very land you walk through, and the struggle that comes with living there. Not that you would know of such, of course, for you were of a different breed. You could never truly understand him, no matter how hard you tried. But he was not what you were worried about now, of course. No. You were here for yourself. A testament to your own strength and your own ability, and as a means of acquiring power. To what ends you would put it to use was for you to decide, should you survive long enough in the treacherous world surrounding you to find it... You travelled. The mist was thick, obscuring even your great doujutsu to some discernable degree. Your vision through it was limited to a few hundred feet at best. You could feel the sticky air surrounding you as you made your way to the coast, travelling through dew-soaked underbrush and tall grass; the very wetness of it soaking into your clothes, and a palpable chill running through your skin in the early morning. Soon the sun would raise further, and you would be cooking alive in the haze, unable to sweat for the humidity, and unable to escape the dampness. It was no Hi no Kuni, that much was wholly evident. The path you trod was rough underfoot, and lead to a much denser forested area within the confines of the island. You could still discern that there was indeed a path, but the goings were much rougher than usual; littered with heavy underbrush and tightly bunched trees packed together much denser than the forests of your home. Eventually, you would come to a split in the path. One fork heading left, one heading right, with nothing but forest for as far as your eyes could see. The mist had lifted as you walked; the sun starting to push through the cloud mass and offer it’s warmth to your well chilled body. And with that, came the realization that you were not alone. In the distance behind you walked a man of perhaps your height, or even a little shorter, with greying hair and a long, flowing beard. He wore robes that looked nothing quite like anything you had seen in your travels of this land so far. Was he a foreigner like you? Or perhaps merely an oddity? He whistled a merry tune as he approached, still unaware of your presence. Perhaps he might know where to get ahold of a boat? After all, you were certain you couldn’t be any farther than a few hours of walking from the shore of this particular island. Even so, you would be faced with a decision. Would you speak with the man, and risk him discerning your intentions? Or would you make yourself scarce and trust in your own instincts? made by renni | [atrb=valign,top] GM |
Had to re-write this whole thing after proboards derped on me. Sucks, because it was better the first time. =_=