1 A Quicker Dance, Perhaps? [Private | Training | No Kill] Wed May 14, 2014 11:49 pm
Mikage
D-rank
But a slow, midnight stroll was not scheduled for the fourteen year old kunoichi, Mikage. Instead, she was sprinting at full speed, alternating between leaping between the low branches of century old trees to creating light footsteps against the earthy ground, barefoot like always. For a moment, at first glance, she would take on the appearance of some wild child, yet her delicately woven white dress would contradict that assumption, silky ends billowing in the air as she moved. The whole blur of movement was snow white in colour, silvery white hair cascading down to meet the beginnings of the white dress, to the point where it was difficult to see where one ended and the other began. Strands of hair danced across the girl's face, likely obstructing her field of vision, yet she moved precisely, never missing a step. And with each step that she took, bells could be heard, a soft ringing melody, crystal clear sounds of a relatively high pitch. Upon closer inspection, the source of the sound could be identified as a silver bell anklet, attached to the girl's left ankle.
Haa … Haa …
Her breaths were beginning to grow heavy, but not simply from fatigue. Soft giggles escaped from her lips, even as she ran at a pace that could only be explained by one situation - something or someone was after her. In this case, it was multiple someones, a small group of men sent to restrain, capture, and return the silver-haired child to the place marked by life and death. A place she once called home, but now a place where all she could see is the constant replay of her sister's death.
Granted, she brought this situation onto herself. And it wasn't the first time. The childish whims of the fourteen year old often brought her back to the old home to taunt at her mother, making an appearance only to disappear again. A game of sorts - one that she rather enjoyed. This was now the disappearing part, in which she either outran her pursuers and vanish from sight, or deal with the pursuers to remove their ability to … well, pursue her. Given that it was a lovely night for a quick workout, she had disappeared on the former option, at least, until she got bored. But boredom had yet to strike, the adrenaline rush that resulted from the thrill of a chase keeping her bright and awake, even as the rest of the world slept peacefully around her. Still running, she let out an exhilarated laugh, a light sound that echoed through the quiet night.