1 Something's wrong..[Teru/Private/NoKill/NPC] Mon May 08, 2017 12:42 am
Zaiaku
D-rank
The Swamp of Sorrows, one of the most dangerous places in all of the five nations. Located pretty far up north within the Land of Water. Smelly, ugly, and full of things that can kill people, it's no wonder why so many do their best to avoid this place. Many have perished within the swamp's dark recesses. Civilians, shinobi, and criminals alike. Despite having such a horrid reputation, there are still some who come to visit this marsh of macabre melancholy. Jumping from tree branch to tree branch was the giant form of Zaiaku, his pace steady and quick as he traversed through the living deathtrap. As per usual, he wore very minimal clothing. His attire was comprised as his old shinobi pants, his sandals, and the Sunagakure headband around his waist. Tied around his left leg was a small pack, holding his kunai and various other small weapons. His grey skin appeared darker than usual, for it was around 6:34 PM. The sky was beginning to turn dark, if not very mildly. One could still plainly see their surroundings around them, however, their colors were of a darker shade. The sky was a light blue, slowly turning darker by the hour.
The trees which Zaiaku hopped bore light, soft leaves which stood out of his way for the most. The bark was hard and a dark brown in color. Some of was falling off due to the constant moisture or from wild life. Along the water filled areas were crocodiles, mosquitoes, turtles, and swamp dwelling fish. Lizards, snakes, bobcats, and raccoons prowled on land for food and shelter. Knowing this, Zaiaku simply made his way forward before finally stopping on a particularly large branch. Despite the dangers that lurked, Zaiaku was here for one thing: silence. He needed to just get away from everything and think. Kirigakure was filled with people and commerce, distracting him from his own thoughts. Out here, however, there was only him and the sounds of nature.
Sitting down and laying against the tree, Zaiaku closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander. He began to remember certain things. The scruffy face of his father. The gentle visage of his mother. The tom-boyishness of his sister. Each image haunted the Jiendo, causing him to sigh as he lightly shook his head, trying to think of something else. His consciousness slowly shifted to Aiden and his well being. How sadden he was at not having someone like him. How he literally has no reason to stay in the village. How he might leave. Zaiaku growled at the last thought, forcing it out of his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened and how he failed to comfort his lover. His lover which he.....knew almost....nothing...about. That doesn't matter. He thought to himself as he came to reality, expecting to hear the chorus of frogs ribbiting to the dogfights of flies. Yet....he heard nothing.
All the sound that previously accompanied Zaiaku was now...gone. He furrowed his brow as he looked towards the ground, trying to see if there was anything off. There wasn't, resulting in Zaiaku climbing down and looking about, seeing nothing amongst the trees of the swamp. Soon, though, he would find something add. A bundle of trees had collapsed, obscuring the view above or around them. They weren't totally down, however, pressing against each other. They formed a sort of triangle opening which radiated light. Moving close to inspect, Zaiaku would that the triangle only reached his waist and that he was too big to enter. Grunting in annoyance, Zaiaku would get on his knees and look into the opening made by the trees, his huge body obscuring the view from behind. Looking about he saw a clearing amongst the trees, light from the slowly setting sun illuminating it. In the middle of it was...was....something...some sort of creature. The fuck. Zaiaku thought as he squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look.
WC: 676
The trees which Zaiaku hopped bore light, soft leaves which stood out of his way for the most. The bark was hard and a dark brown in color. Some of was falling off due to the constant moisture or from wild life. Along the water filled areas were crocodiles, mosquitoes, turtles, and swamp dwelling fish. Lizards, snakes, bobcats, and raccoons prowled on land for food and shelter. Knowing this, Zaiaku simply made his way forward before finally stopping on a particularly large branch. Despite the dangers that lurked, Zaiaku was here for one thing: silence. He needed to just get away from everything and think. Kirigakure was filled with people and commerce, distracting him from his own thoughts. Out here, however, there was only him and the sounds of nature.
Sitting down and laying against the tree, Zaiaku closed his eyes and allowed his mind to wander. He began to remember certain things. The scruffy face of his father. The gentle visage of his mother. The tom-boyishness of his sister. Each image haunted the Jiendo, causing him to sigh as he lightly shook his head, trying to think of something else. His consciousness slowly shifted to Aiden and his well being. How sadden he was at not having someone like him. How he literally has no reason to stay in the village. How he might leave. Zaiaku growled at the last thought, forcing it out of his mind. He couldn't stop thinking about what happened and how he failed to comfort his lover. His lover which he.....knew almost....nothing...about. That doesn't matter. He thought to himself as he came to reality, expecting to hear the chorus of frogs ribbiting to the dogfights of flies. Yet....he heard nothing.
All the sound that previously accompanied Zaiaku was now...gone. He furrowed his brow as he looked towards the ground, trying to see if there was anything off. There wasn't, resulting in Zaiaku climbing down and looking about, seeing nothing amongst the trees of the swamp. Soon, though, he would find something add. A bundle of trees had collapsed, obscuring the view above or around them. They weren't totally down, however, pressing against each other. They formed a sort of triangle opening which radiated light. Moving close to inspect, Zaiaku would that the triangle only reached his waist and that he was too big to enter. Grunting in annoyance, Zaiaku would get on his knees and look into the opening made by the trees, his huge body obscuring the view from behind. Looking about he saw a clearing amongst the trees, light from the slowly setting sun illuminating it. In the middle of it was...was....something...some sort of creature. The fuck. Zaiaku thought as he squinted his eyes, trying to get a better look.
WC: 676
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