1 Cold Mists and Coloured Water [Burittsu/ Private/ No-Kill] Thu Sep 15, 2016 6:23 pm
Alwen Sangotatsu
D-rank
The lake. A landmark known by the locals of Mizu No Kuni for several reasons. Rumours surrounding it. Stories, myths, and legends regarding the absurd cold of the temperature, and the great shinobi that perhaps once trained there. The great lake is still used as a training ground by many to this day, with things ranging from spars to basic exercises all seeing life at the expanse of cold water. Covered in mist as it always was, the surrounding environment was quiet, almost barren. As if all life around the lake were frozen in time, unsure of when it could move. When it could break the silence. Perhaps someone with sharp eyes, intensely focused on finding all life in the area, could spot a few deer breaking through the trees that dotted around the shoreline, their small, black dots of eyes gazing around. Prey animal such as deer were prone to be on full alert, often startled at nothing. This group of deer was no exception as, just as suddenly as they arrived, the deer fled, the silence breaking at the echoing sound of the branches snapping.
Sitting, legs crossed rather peacefully, a lone girl in odd attire mediated, content with herself. The odd attire in question was vibrant, its bright colours only being toned down by the thick mist. Her top was a bright cerulean blue, a short sleeve covering her left shoulder and part of her bicep. Meanwhile her right arm was covered with a long, silken, purple sleeve, one that did nothing to hide the skin underneath, merely give of a purple tint. On her right shoulder, wrapped around it like a shoulder pad, a Kirigakure forehead protector resides, almost as if it were securing the sleeve in place. Her leg wear was similarly odd, strong purple tights being covered by a cerulean blue skirt. On her feet were thick, heavy looking combat boots, a dark grey, strange in comparison to the appearance of the rest of her attire. Long black hair hangs loosely around her, assorted highlights scattered throughout randomly, only coherent in the form of two blocks of colour, purple and blue, in her fringe. Her face stares out into the mist of the lake, amber eyes scanning it as if for some kind of sign. Her body was lightly shivering, albeit not much, likely due to the cold of the air. But most odd of all about this person, was what lie atop her head. Two small, nubby little horns, dim and dark compared to the rest of her, but proven real by the small ridges that scattered about it. This odd girl was Alwen Sangotatsu, and on this day, she was waiting at the Lake of Mizu no Kuni. Waiting for what, she didn’t know. But as she lightly exhaled, mist forming with her breath from the sheer cold of the air, one thing was for certain. She should have come wearing her winter clothes. Those would have been fluffier, and more comfortable.
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Sitting, legs crossed rather peacefully, a lone girl in odd attire mediated, content with herself. The odd attire in question was vibrant, its bright colours only being toned down by the thick mist. Her top was a bright cerulean blue, a short sleeve covering her left shoulder and part of her bicep. Meanwhile her right arm was covered with a long, silken, purple sleeve, one that did nothing to hide the skin underneath, merely give of a purple tint. On her right shoulder, wrapped around it like a shoulder pad, a Kirigakure forehead protector resides, almost as if it were securing the sleeve in place. Her leg wear was similarly odd, strong purple tights being covered by a cerulean blue skirt. On her feet were thick, heavy looking combat boots, a dark grey, strange in comparison to the appearance of the rest of her attire. Long black hair hangs loosely around her, assorted highlights scattered throughout randomly, only coherent in the form of two blocks of colour, purple and blue, in her fringe. Her face stares out into the mist of the lake, amber eyes scanning it as if for some kind of sign. Her body was lightly shivering, albeit not much, likely due to the cold of the air. But most odd of all about this person, was what lie atop her head. Two small, nubby little horns, dim and dark compared to the rest of her, but proven real by the small ridges that scattered about it. This odd girl was Alwen Sangotatsu, and on this day, she was waiting at the Lake of Mizu no Kuni. Waiting for what, she didn’t know. But as she lightly exhaled, mist forming with her breath from the sheer cold of the air, one thing was for certain. She should have come wearing her winter clothes. Those would have been fluffier, and more comfortable.
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