1 Why Should I Stay? [Private/NK/Midori] Sat Apr 15, 2017 5:50 pm
Otter Aiden
D-rank
Aiden had decided that, today, he would decide whether or not he truly wished to leave, to cast aside his presence in Sunagakure and disappear into the wilderness a free individual once more. This is not his home, and these are not his people to protect. He knew Zaiaku would be devastated, but honestly, perhaps he can sneak in to explain himself on day, he knew he would either wait for him or move on, and perhaps the latter was better, overall. He received his first sign as a target of his master, one of which helped him more hastily decide that being a mark in Sunagakure wasn't the wisest thing to be. That small attack that had happened that morning, one of which was too close to Zaiaku's family's home, that was a sign that he was someone that was only meant to be in the cage until he was punished for good, damn those that were nearby.
He had awoken that morning and had gotten ready for the day. With a blue shirt on and some black pants, he was in the midst of finding something he can do, something to help him prepare for his missions that he would have to do soon enough as part of his mandatory duty to his cage. He already decided to train some more, though this time, it would be within the training area of the village; the Tsumi Sand Grounds, where he would begin to attempt to practice his techniques and try to better compensate for his being a Suiton used in the desert. When he left and had reached partway down the street, however, those plans would change, and he finally received the first taste of revenge from his master.
When those three men had appeared with their varying weapons and a net, and when he had fought them right away, recognizing them as members of the Infinity Gang from Iwagakure, he already knew these men were sent by Daiki, whom of which most likely planned to send more. He wasn't bothered too much by the attack itself, however, as he had been expecting these to begin, but of the civilian that had accidentally got caught in the middle of this brawl in the slums, and how he had seen how they killed him right away before continuing to fight Otter once more. Even now as those three lay dead in the streets, and Otter himself with his hands lightly bloodied, he realized this was too close to Zaiaku's family for him to forgive himself. It was certainly better that he left, if not to atone for his own failure in revenge and finding a new purpose as a target, then as someone that still gives a damn about a few people in this village, even as the rest were fellow dwellers in this cage alongside him.
He had ran out of those gates that day and, now standing at the border between the Land of Wind and the Land of Rivers, where he can see in the horizon where the sand begins to end and the grass and trees begin, he would stand there, the light red stains still on his hands and arms, the blue shirt sleeves shirt of his fluttering in the strong, warm desert winds, and his forehead protector within his left hand, with a claw of his right pressed against it. All it would take is a simple carving of the protector, a simple symbol that he was free of this cage, that he broke the lock and others wouldn't be in danger of being near him. He could live out alone in the wilds, attempting to trying to find out how to atone for his mistakes, but for some reason, he was hesitating. His hands would be shaking, and his eyebrows went up slightly, with his eyes opening slightly as well, expressing a fearful look on his face.
"Get back into your cage, creature.." Would be all he would say to himself as he stared at the distant Land of Rivers, wondering if this truly was the right decision for him.
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He had awoken that morning and had gotten ready for the day. With a blue shirt on and some black pants, he was in the midst of finding something he can do, something to help him prepare for his missions that he would have to do soon enough as part of his mandatory duty to his cage. He already decided to train some more, though this time, it would be within the training area of the village; the Tsumi Sand Grounds, where he would begin to attempt to practice his techniques and try to better compensate for his being a Suiton used in the desert. When he left and had reached partway down the street, however, those plans would change, and he finally received the first taste of revenge from his master.
When those three men had appeared with their varying weapons and a net, and when he had fought them right away, recognizing them as members of the Infinity Gang from Iwagakure, he already knew these men were sent by Daiki, whom of which most likely planned to send more. He wasn't bothered too much by the attack itself, however, as he had been expecting these to begin, but of the civilian that had accidentally got caught in the middle of this brawl in the slums, and how he had seen how they killed him right away before continuing to fight Otter once more. Even now as those three lay dead in the streets, and Otter himself with his hands lightly bloodied, he realized this was too close to Zaiaku's family for him to forgive himself. It was certainly better that he left, if not to atone for his own failure in revenge and finding a new purpose as a target, then as someone that still gives a damn about a few people in this village, even as the rest were fellow dwellers in this cage alongside him.
He had ran out of those gates that day and, now standing at the border between the Land of Wind and the Land of Rivers, where he can see in the horizon where the sand begins to end and the grass and trees begin, he would stand there, the light red stains still on his hands and arms, the blue shirt sleeves shirt of his fluttering in the strong, warm desert winds, and his forehead protector within his left hand, with a claw of his right pressed against it. All it would take is a simple carving of the protector, a simple symbol that he was free of this cage, that he broke the lock and others wouldn't be in danger of being near him. He could live out alone in the wilds, attempting to trying to find out how to atone for his mistakes, but for some reason, he was hesitating. His hands would be shaking, and his eyebrows went up slightly, with his eyes opening slightly as well, expressing a fearful look on his face.
"Get back into your cage, creature.." Would be all he would say to himself as he stared at the distant Land of Rivers, wondering if this truly was the right decision for him.
Wc 694