1 A cold wind (Private)(Kuja/Rikuto only)(Invite)(No Kill) Sun Nov 04, 2012 6:13 pm
Kuja
D-rank
Sunagakure...A village made entirely of sand. Nothing could have prepared Kuja for that days weather, the wind blowing hard, picking up bits of grit and sand, everything past a 7m distance just went off into an sandy hue. Everything around him stood completely still with the exception of the storm, almost as if time stood still as Kuja's silver hair wistfully floated around him. The sky was covered in clouds and the ground was...slightly damp for some unknown reason...It hadn't been raining either so it only raised more suspicions.
Kuja took everything into account, the eerie atmosphere, horrible weather and now the sudden feeling of being watched. Kuja never had such a great experience with his time in Sunagakure since he was constantly bullied as a child and eventually started bullying those around him as payback in a way for all the abuse he had been through in life...
"My my my, what an ugly village this is...seriously, I see no reason for people to flee to this village. It's just a pile of dirt." He said as he brought his hand up to his face and wafted some grit and sand away, a smile growing on his face.
He twirled around in the spot, short bursts of raiton began to spark around him and his clothing as he spread out his arms and twirled in a circular motion, head flung back with a smile on his face. He felt the sudden urge to dance as well as he continued to twirled around on the spot, laughing slightly with a slight hint of insanity... He could feel his feet becoming light and almost independent as he twisted his foot and shot straight into the air, twirling and whirling in the air until he landed on a small statue's head. Little did he know that it was a shrine that one of the villagers had put up, granted he never seen it clearly in this storm but that didn't stop him from stamping his foot down several times, bits of the statue cracking off as he did so.
Kuja took everything into account, the eerie atmosphere, horrible weather and now the sudden feeling of being watched. Kuja never had such a great experience with his time in Sunagakure since he was constantly bullied as a child and eventually started bullying those around him as payback in a way for all the abuse he had been through in life...
"My my my, what an ugly village this is...seriously, I see no reason for people to flee to this village. It's just a pile of dirt." He said as he brought his hand up to his face and wafted some grit and sand away, a smile growing on his face.
He twirled around in the spot, short bursts of raiton began to spark around him and his clothing as he spread out his arms and twirled in a circular motion, head flung back with a smile on his face. He felt the sudden urge to dance as well as he continued to twirled around on the spot, laughing slightly with a slight hint of insanity... He could feel his feet becoming light and almost independent as he twisted his foot and shot straight into the air, twirling and whirling in the air until he landed on a small statue's head. Little did he know that it was a shrine that one of the villagers had put up, granted he never seen it clearly in this storm but that didn't stop him from stamping his foot down several times, bits of the statue cracking off as he did so.