Ki stood his feet rested atop the top of a tree. The pines bent under his weight and the tree swayed ever so slightly. His eyes scanned the area, the revaled unrott destruction and terror. Smoke poured billows into the open sky from various places. The clouds now finally seemed to be dissipating. The trees seemed to moan from the rot of destruction curved through this once proud nation. Even Kis own body seemed to be effected by this disaster. His hands stood paralyzed, his hands felt as ice. His lips pursed in pain, but not one of physical inducement.
His hand slowly drifted towards his head and it griped from temple to temple in a great shuttering frustration. His mind raced back and forth, it stroked as a brush and painted a color of deep red. He couldn't grasp why or what would make someone cause such dismay. Or how they could live in the stench of their own filth, like dogs they were to him. He knew what he wanted and where he would go. He took off his mask and laid it in a location marked for him as he did for his other ANBU uniform. He only keep his sword by his side, without this his short blonde hair would press outwards and his black shinobi uniform would now be seen. However it was more the outfit of a assassin then of any ninja.
Kis leg muscles tensed and recoiled forward, he bounded forward moving from tree top to tree top. Which each step the trees tip unsharpened. He keep his pace until he reached the rim of the forrest and a small taven appeared before him. He hoped that maybe someone might still be inside. His blood yearned for a hard quench to drown his anger and frustration. He bolted from the tree like a hawk searching for prey. His feet thudded against the group. He paced himself towards the tavern.
His hand grasped the cold metal door, his mind paused for a moment in order to prepare him for the worst. He slung the door open and as he did a few people inside jumped. He soon peered around and it looked as if no one was hurt and they were simply scared from the slightest noise. He walked forward and took a seat at the bar. He looked upwards at the person standing behind the long wooden bar. He knocked his hand twice, to hear the woods clang and crack the uneasy silence. The few people in the bar were women as most men were out fighting or most likely dead. Even the bartender was not of the fighting sect. She asked him "Ummmm...whats happening...hows the war?" in nervousness. "Over," he replied. A moment of shock and silence took over the room. "I'll have a drink of sake, whatevers best here." Ki asked solemnly. Without a noise the bartender slide him a glass filled with a amorous liquid in times of hard. Kis face sunk in and look of total confusion and anger took hold.
His hand slowly drifted towards his head and it griped from temple to temple in a great shuttering frustration. His mind raced back and forth, it stroked as a brush and painted a color of deep red. He couldn't grasp why or what would make someone cause such dismay. Or how they could live in the stench of their own filth, like dogs they were to him. He knew what he wanted and where he would go. He took off his mask and laid it in a location marked for him as he did for his other ANBU uniform. He only keep his sword by his side, without this his short blonde hair would press outwards and his black shinobi uniform would now be seen. However it was more the outfit of a assassin then of any ninja.
Kis leg muscles tensed and recoiled forward, he bounded forward moving from tree top to tree top. Which each step the trees tip unsharpened. He keep his pace until he reached the rim of the forrest and a small taven appeared before him. He hoped that maybe someone might still be inside. His blood yearned for a hard quench to drown his anger and frustration. He bolted from the tree like a hawk searching for prey. His feet thudded against the group. He paced himself towards the tavern.
His hand grasped the cold metal door, his mind paused for a moment in order to prepare him for the worst. He slung the door open and as he did a few people inside jumped. He soon peered around and it looked as if no one was hurt and they were simply scared from the slightest noise. He walked forward and took a seat at the bar. He looked upwards at the person standing behind the long wooden bar. He knocked his hand twice, to hear the woods clang and crack the uneasy silence. The few people in the bar were women as most men were out fighting or most likely dead. Even the bartender was not of the fighting sect. She asked him "Ummmm...whats happening...hows the war?" in nervousness. "Over," he replied. A moment of shock and silence took over the room. "I'll have a drink of sake, whatevers best here." Ki asked solemnly. Without a noise the bartender slide him a glass filled with a amorous liquid in times of hard. Kis face sunk in and look of total confusion and anger took hold.