1 1 AM Hospital Rendezvous [Invite Only] Wed Jan 25, 2017 1:02 pm
Nakajima Naho
D-rank
Under the gaze of moonlight, the village of Sunagakure was silent as a grave. Darkness blanketed the land with the few dots of light the defiant industries that woke as everyone else slept. What little illumination of the full moon above outlined roughly the hemispherical domes of Sunagakure's houses. The average man would have stumbled, fingers clawing to make sense of his whereabouts, but to a ninja, the little light was ample help from mother nature. For a kunoichi like Naho, whose duties were given life with the setting sun, navigating through the webbing pathways of Sunagakure's roads were second nature.
Her walk was accompanied with a slight limp, with the bandage coiled tightly around her right thigh painted an ugly crimson if one could see in the cover of the night. Her pants were shredded from her right knee down, and her exposed midriff was marred by a small cut turning a sickening purple. The wounds throbbed as they always did when one ran unexpectedly into the company of a herd of desert scorpions half their size, but their toxins evolved to numb, not kill. That was what their pincers and frightening chelicerae were for. It would be hard to explain to her classmates and teachers tomorrow the obvious limp in her gait, in the best case scenario.
Worst case scenario she falsely recalled which scorpions she'd been ambushed during her parcel delivery and she'd become the victim of the rare desert stalker, whose toxin killed in six hours, which was a third of the time since she'd had that unfortunate run-in.
Luckily the deserts were rife with unexpected predators and their unorthodox habits of preying on unsuspecting victims. Her field trips to the Sunagakure hospitals had planted confidence in their toxicology, and Naho was going to fully exploit the subsidies attached to a ninja's name when it came to injuries sustained on missions, as the grandiose building of her destination came into view.
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Her walk was accompanied with a slight limp, with the bandage coiled tightly around her right thigh painted an ugly crimson if one could see in the cover of the night. Her pants were shredded from her right knee down, and her exposed midriff was marred by a small cut turning a sickening purple. The wounds throbbed as they always did when one ran unexpectedly into the company of a herd of desert scorpions half their size, but their toxins evolved to numb, not kill. That was what their pincers and frightening chelicerae were for. It would be hard to explain to her classmates and teachers tomorrow the obvious limp in her gait, in the best case scenario.
Worst case scenario she falsely recalled which scorpions she'd been ambushed during her parcel delivery and she'd become the victim of the rare desert stalker, whose toxin killed in six hours, which was a third of the time since she'd had that unfortunate run-in.
Luckily the deserts were rife with unexpected predators and their unorthodox habits of preying on unsuspecting victims. Her field trips to the Sunagakure hospitals had planted confidence in their toxicology, and Naho was going to fully exploit the subsidies attached to a ninja's name when it came to injuries sustained on missions, as the grandiose building of her destination came into view.
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