1 A return home (Training/no kill/invite only) Tue Nov 18, 2014 6:36 am
Rippa
D-rank
- The Bike:
The hillside was quiet as usual for the night. It always was except on the rare occasion where someone or something trespassed on its tranquility. The sky was clear out as the stars were shining with the centerpiece being a full moon. The air was crisp and cold as was expected with the coming of winter. But all seemed to be at peace. It was surreal through the treeless hill slopes that gently rose and fell like waves of earth. It was as if no war or battles were a part of such a place anymore. Such marks grown over and reclaimed by the land over the years. The country side itself was utterly breathtaking. With the moon hanging directly overhead it seemed like this was the natural state of things. Peace was a natural state and anything to ruin it was truly a monstrosity upon the moments in life was a poison and a blight upon all. But not all things were given a choice. After all there was always wickedness in the world and to fight it good people must be willing to leave peace behind. They must be willing to venture out with all their might and preserve such places. Give up their own peace so future generations could know something of a natural life for a while instead of having evil thrust upon them.
The last time Rippa had been here those had been his thoughts. Before he had escaped from those who pursued him only to be chased into Taki. With some help he had managed to deal with a few of his would be hunters there. But now he was returning home. The exams were over and it was time to set aside his travels and return home. Face what would come. But he had barely crossed the border when he found they had been waiting for him. Now as the breeze blew the grass across the hills a dull roar could be heard in the distance growing louder. A light seemed to shift like a beacon into the sky as it grew louder. Suddenly over one of the larger hilltops a wicked motor cycle erupted over it soaring through the air with the sky as its back ground. Its tires hit the grassy hill with a thud before its engine roared with renewed ferocity and took off down the rest of the hill. Riding the motor cycle was none other then Rippa himself. His coat and white hair fluttered wildly as he drove at full speed one hand on the accelerator. His left hand on the other hand held onto a chinese sword. His medical scroll was tied to the small of his back and his Konoha headband was stitched into the left shoulder of his red trench coat. His pants and shirt were both black and from his neck dangled a silver necklace with angel wings on it. However his blue eyed gaze kept shifting from the path in front of him to the sky above him.
It only took a moment to see what he was searching for. The ones who had been pursuing him. A flock of black crows burst over the hillside after him like a dark cloud. Splitting into the three parts and soaring after him at a startling pace. The center of three parts flickered as men in dark cloaks wearing the masks of birds. He was being pursued still but not by ANBU. Who ever these people were their chakra felt dark and unnatural. The crows they hid within were not even made of natural chakra. Instead the entire flock was made of dead crows of different levels of decay. This was some sort of dark puppetry. And the sense of killing intent that washed over the hills was clear. They were after Rippa. For what reasons Rippa had a guess or two. Likely his uncle.
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