Post by fenris on Jul 3, 2008 9:13:23 GMT -5
(ooc: ok, not sure if this is the place to post, or whether i should post... but i guess its better to try and fail then not try at all, feel free to jump in and roleplay XD)
Chapter 1: Awakening
he griped the sand under his hands, dazed and confused… where was he? He sat up and the heat and the glare of the sun hit him hard. Fenrir stood up. And then fell over again. his eyes bulged and he stared at the ground, hands griping deeply, making tracks in the sand. He began coughing , and his throat felt like sand paper. He stared with great fear at the crimson beads of liquid that where now spattered on the ground in front of him. It dribbled down from the corners of his mouth down his chin, he choked and rolled on the ground before reaching down his throat pulling up a knife! It was a normal knife, with a normal two sided blade, except for the wolf head from which the blade sprouted. He stared at the nearly black blade and wolf, it stared at him menacingly. He sat back and breathed in the sea air deeply. What had happened? He could barley remember his own name. he stood again and put the knife in his Kunai pouch, sighing deeply. He was on a tiny island, only a few meters wide with only one bending tree, surrounded by water, he could see the shore, so far of. He stepped onto the water and found his chakra automatically create a balance. He stepped out with his other foot, it seemed perfectly natural. He walked a few steppes and then broke into a run, he had a long way to go.
He ran out across the water at high speed. The sun played its light across the vast blue ocean. The scene was quite calm as he ran across the surface of the water, he was un troubled by his lack of memory, he just let himself fall into a relaxed run. Perhaps it would be a guess at what kind of person he was, considering currently he was un worried about his situation. He approached the shore in little under half an hour, at this point beginning to become tired, he sore then, dashed across the rocks. The village, small, quaint and welcoming.
The scenes of the market town hit him, so did his hunger, as he ran past the boats and into the docks. He jumped up and landed fully upon the pier with a thud. He walked to the nearest person and asked.
“excuse me sir but where might I find somewhere to eat?” he tried to be as open and polite as normal, thinking his accent would give him away as someone from somewhere else.
“&(*%e $^ “-¬0 @¬@[‘ $7^7 *?! G”7 *(8 of *(% -¬00$ge! G*$%X1! G*$%X1!” the man pointed at him and continued shouting the last two words, Fenrir became alarmed by his accusatory tone, he began shouting the last two words louder and pointing at Fenrir. Suddenly 3 armored figures ran up the pier shouting at him, steel forms shining in the early morning. He stole a deep gulp that would not quite be swallowed and was held in his throat.
The three men all drew swords. Fenrir’s eyes went wide and he leapt back onto the water, running around the shore line until he found a forest beach. He ran on land and then collapsed, totally lacking any energy. He sat there in a hollow, breathing deeply, panting, until darkness and hunger stole his consciousness. Darkness fell.
The crescent of the moon hung in the black sky, its rays of cool, liquid blue light pooled across the land. Not a thing stirred, there was silence, silence except for many Ninja trying excruciatingly hard to remain silent.
Fenrir was roused in the night, by screams and flames and death. The village, only there across a small body of water, was under attack, set a blaze and dyeing, like some huge beast in a snare. people ran from it and fell dead as kunai and shurikan hit them hard. The scene of horror was ever backdroped by the huge Luminous moon. He gasped as he sore bodies thrown into the water, he sore a small child running away from the ninja, he ran into the woods, Fenrir looked around in sudden panic. He looked about him… nothing useful in site, he reached into his pouch and drew the small knife, the wolf hilt glinted and grinned wolfishly at him. He cursed himself for thinking of the knife like that, of COURSE it would smiled wolfishly! It was wolf shaped!
He fell back into the brush, concealing his presents and waited to see the men run past, silently breathing deeply. They ran past in leaps and strides, nearly silent. He leapt out onto one of the unsuspecting Chunnin, who had been lagging behind, with a swift motion he placed the strange knife to the ninja’s throat.
“hold it! Back away from the kid!” Fenrir shouted. The men turned and looked at him. There was a momentary pause. All three Chunnin where looking at him expectantly in the moonlight as the child ran ever faster. “good, now that I have you’re attention you will leave that child be or I’ll kill you’re comrade!” Fenrir put on a snarl even though he was so terrified he could feel a film of sweet covering his skin. One of the ninja stepped forward. “HOLD IT!” the ninja thru a needle, Fenrir closed his eyes and made cover behind his captive. There was a gurgling noise. He opened his eyes only a moment later and the man he was holding fell limp. he looked down at the needle protruding from the man’s chest, piercing his heart, obviously a hit target. Fenrir finally managed to swallow that gulp from the day before. one of the ninja jumped at him with a sword and swung it, the angel was all wrong though. Fenrir had not realized his Lupusgan had activated without his use of it. He now sore the weaknesses and faults in the enemies attacks. He blocked the slash with ease due to this and was amazed by his own proficiency. He lifted the wolf dagger into the air and with a flash of moon light it extended to the length of four feet of cool black steal. He slashed at the man’s throat, trying to use the same move the Chunnin had used against him, only righting the faults in it. The head flu unbound from the body. The others looked at him for a moment. Then attacked, each one throwing half a dozen kunai in a spray toward him to hit him. Fenrir leaped into the air and was hit squarely in the stomach. In a puff of smoke a log appeared in his place and he was already running.
Fenrir managed to outrun them for only a time, he knew they would catch him eventually, so he dove behind a tree and sat on his heel, thinking. In the thrill of the moment he thought of a Jutsu that he would implement as soon as they came near, he crossed four of his fingers in a hand sign and concentrated.
Many moments passed. The moon still held everything in it’s eerie blue glow.
He heard the ninja approach, rushing through the undergrowth and his Lupusgan eyes flared. He uttered the name of the Jutsu he had thought of…
“suicidal explosive shadow cast, siege ending Katon clone” and then turned from his hiding place to find the ninja. They all stopped in front of him and one began making hand signs when he leaped from the trees. Fenrir smiled in the cover of darkness and shouted.
“grass clone!” at this he leaped into the brush and his already prepared clone ran out at them. The hand signs from seemingly the leader changed dramatically, he shifted to Katon to counter the grass clone. He said something in another language like the man he had met in town and a dragon flame missile rocketed from his hands. The clone used his in-built fire control to manipulate the missile, so it hit him but did not make the clone die. He ran at the trio. Jumping, the clone landed on the up thrust fist of the leader… and then exploded.
The real Fenrir had already been running the moment they where occupied by the clone. He heard the explosion and ran faster. The ninja where likely dead or gravely wounded but the explosion would cause attention to be brought to him.
Days passed as he escaped from the forest and into the foothills of a mountain range, he had no idea where he was going but it seemed he had escaped the clutches of those ninja.
He was cold and confused and weary as he reached the foot of the mountain, he looked up at it and sighed, time to go around… he thought to himself.
Chapter 2: bound soul
Fenrir was walking through a backwater village when he heard someone shouting. Standing in the middle of the log-hut village was a scruffy looking man shouting orders to the people of the village, they where bustling about the place, scurrying like ants, although Fenrir would have said scuttling like cockroaches from the rank smell the permeated the back of his eyes. He bit back the smell and walked to the man.
“excuse me sir but what’s going on in this town?” he hoped this fellow spoke his own tongue, if not this could go badly again.
“we be moving past this place.” what a strange way of speaking Fenrir thought as the man continued. “before the dark ninja cross into the forest boarded lands we as a group bound as family shall endeavor to exit, preferring that which is known by the leaf.” Fenrir stood for a moment. What? He thought to himself…. That which is known by the leaf?
“this place of the moon of which you speak, is it a safe place?” he asked in reply.
“if you mean is it of kin with warmth and food and welcoming arms of fathers then be assured that by all measurements and standards it is a place of braking bread and making brothers.” What a strange way to talk, he thought again.
So it was that Fenrir would travel with these refugees to this place of the leaf. Over the next few days the villagers readied themselves for the journey seemingly up the mountain. He gained provisions for the climb and readied himself with forthcoming rest and food. He also became accustomed to the way they spoke until it became nearly natural.
The hike up the mountain began three days after Fenrir had arrived at the small village. These folk where strange in there actions but welcoming and willing to share what little they had. The journey began in earnest upon a sunny morning when all was calm and the world seemed kind and bright.
It did not stay so.
The ice and snow of the mountain pass beat down upon the caravans of the villagers and Fenrir held his cloak close to keep against the frost. The snow came down heavily and everything in site was completely covered, even the men and the caravans where just moving whiteness. In an instance one of the men in front of him fell dead to the ground! A kunai was protruding from his throat, black and stark and sinister with the white background, blood trickled into the snow, dying it pink. He looked up at the ninja moving silently along the ridge above. He gasped, drawing the blade from his pouch. He felt the wind move behind him and he turned to face the ninja that had appeared in his presents, just as he hit him squarely in the head. Everything went blurry round the edges and then black as Fenrir heard his own knees hit the ground with what seemed like a deafening thud.
The leader of the bandit ninjas looked his new slaves up and down, in the snow, bound and ganged as they where. He wondered the potential skill in them. Suddenly he heard a shout from down the line as one of the prisoners broke free. He ran to the boy standing over the dead body of one of this men. Fenrir looked up at him with rage through the eyes of the Lupusgan, slits of shining moon, around his left hand was rapped a silver rain that was glowing brightly and sparkling with electrical energy, he looked down at the body of the Chunnin Fenrir had killed in one hit. Fenrir snarled at him. He backed away, so did the other ninja, assessing the situation. Then Fenrir did the unexpected. He ran.
They began there chase, but as the chain retreated into his body he felt the energy drain. He made hand seals as quickly as he could manage. He felt the sudden burst of energy and pain as the Raiton chakra shot through his body, accelerating his movement ten fold.
The commander made shouts and roared at the men to hurry up and catch the brat. but with Raiton speed, he was to fast.
Fenrir ran over the mountain and stopped at its peak.
The dusk sun shot from across the horizon beyond the sea all the way to the mountain top, he turned from ware he had come, and there he sore, a village hidden by this mountain, far bellow along the lay of the land, and as he looked with crescent eyes the full moon rose above the village setting it a blaze with blue light.. he had made it. As a refugee. He had made it. To the village hidden in the leafs…
Chapter 1: Awakening
he griped the sand under his hands, dazed and confused… where was he? He sat up and the heat and the glare of the sun hit him hard. Fenrir stood up. And then fell over again. his eyes bulged and he stared at the ground, hands griping deeply, making tracks in the sand. He began coughing , and his throat felt like sand paper. He stared with great fear at the crimson beads of liquid that where now spattered on the ground in front of him. It dribbled down from the corners of his mouth down his chin, he choked and rolled on the ground before reaching down his throat pulling up a knife! It was a normal knife, with a normal two sided blade, except for the wolf head from which the blade sprouted. He stared at the nearly black blade and wolf, it stared at him menacingly. He sat back and breathed in the sea air deeply. What had happened? He could barley remember his own name. he stood again and put the knife in his Kunai pouch, sighing deeply. He was on a tiny island, only a few meters wide with only one bending tree, surrounded by water, he could see the shore, so far of. He stepped onto the water and found his chakra automatically create a balance. He stepped out with his other foot, it seemed perfectly natural. He walked a few steppes and then broke into a run, he had a long way to go.
He ran out across the water at high speed. The sun played its light across the vast blue ocean. The scene was quite calm as he ran across the surface of the water, he was un troubled by his lack of memory, he just let himself fall into a relaxed run. Perhaps it would be a guess at what kind of person he was, considering currently he was un worried about his situation. He approached the shore in little under half an hour, at this point beginning to become tired, he sore then, dashed across the rocks. The village, small, quaint and welcoming.
The scenes of the market town hit him, so did his hunger, as he ran past the boats and into the docks. He jumped up and landed fully upon the pier with a thud. He walked to the nearest person and asked.
“excuse me sir but where might I find somewhere to eat?” he tried to be as open and polite as normal, thinking his accent would give him away as someone from somewhere else.
“&(*%e $^ “-¬0 @¬@[‘ $7^7 *?! G”7 *(8 of *(% -¬00$ge! G*$%X1! G*$%X1!” the man pointed at him and continued shouting the last two words, Fenrir became alarmed by his accusatory tone, he began shouting the last two words louder and pointing at Fenrir. Suddenly 3 armored figures ran up the pier shouting at him, steel forms shining in the early morning. He stole a deep gulp that would not quite be swallowed and was held in his throat.
The three men all drew swords. Fenrir’s eyes went wide and he leapt back onto the water, running around the shore line until he found a forest beach. He ran on land and then collapsed, totally lacking any energy. He sat there in a hollow, breathing deeply, panting, until darkness and hunger stole his consciousness. Darkness fell.
The crescent of the moon hung in the black sky, its rays of cool, liquid blue light pooled across the land. Not a thing stirred, there was silence, silence except for many Ninja trying excruciatingly hard to remain silent.
Fenrir was roused in the night, by screams and flames and death. The village, only there across a small body of water, was under attack, set a blaze and dyeing, like some huge beast in a snare. people ran from it and fell dead as kunai and shurikan hit them hard. The scene of horror was ever backdroped by the huge Luminous moon. He gasped as he sore bodies thrown into the water, he sore a small child running away from the ninja, he ran into the woods, Fenrir looked around in sudden panic. He looked about him… nothing useful in site, he reached into his pouch and drew the small knife, the wolf hilt glinted and grinned wolfishly at him. He cursed himself for thinking of the knife like that, of COURSE it would smiled wolfishly! It was wolf shaped!
He fell back into the brush, concealing his presents and waited to see the men run past, silently breathing deeply. They ran past in leaps and strides, nearly silent. He leapt out onto one of the unsuspecting Chunnin, who had been lagging behind, with a swift motion he placed the strange knife to the ninja’s throat.
“hold it! Back away from the kid!” Fenrir shouted. The men turned and looked at him. There was a momentary pause. All three Chunnin where looking at him expectantly in the moonlight as the child ran ever faster. “good, now that I have you’re attention you will leave that child be or I’ll kill you’re comrade!” Fenrir put on a snarl even though he was so terrified he could feel a film of sweet covering his skin. One of the ninja stepped forward. “HOLD IT!” the ninja thru a needle, Fenrir closed his eyes and made cover behind his captive. There was a gurgling noise. He opened his eyes only a moment later and the man he was holding fell limp. he looked down at the needle protruding from the man’s chest, piercing his heart, obviously a hit target. Fenrir finally managed to swallow that gulp from the day before. one of the ninja jumped at him with a sword and swung it, the angel was all wrong though. Fenrir had not realized his Lupusgan had activated without his use of it. He now sore the weaknesses and faults in the enemies attacks. He blocked the slash with ease due to this and was amazed by his own proficiency. He lifted the wolf dagger into the air and with a flash of moon light it extended to the length of four feet of cool black steal. He slashed at the man’s throat, trying to use the same move the Chunnin had used against him, only righting the faults in it. The head flu unbound from the body. The others looked at him for a moment. Then attacked, each one throwing half a dozen kunai in a spray toward him to hit him. Fenrir leaped into the air and was hit squarely in the stomach. In a puff of smoke a log appeared in his place and he was already running.
Fenrir managed to outrun them for only a time, he knew they would catch him eventually, so he dove behind a tree and sat on his heel, thinking. In the thrill of the moment he thought of a Jutsu that he would implement as soon as they came near, he crossed four of his fingers in a hand sign and concentrated.
Many moments passed. The moon still held everything in it’s eerie blue glow.
He heard the ninja approach, rushing through the undergrowth and his Lupusgan eyes flared. He uttered the name of the Jutsu he had thought of…
“suicidal explosive shadow cast, siege ending Katon clone” and then turned from his hiding place to find the ninja. They all stopped in front of him and one began making hand signs when he leaped from the trees. Fenrir smiled in the cover of darkness and shouted.
“grass clone!” at this he leaped into the brush and his already prepared clone ran out at them. The hand signs from seemingly the leader changed dramatically, he shifted to Katon to counter the grass clone. He said something in another language like the man he had met in town and a dragon flame missile rocketed from his hands. The clone used his in-built fire control to manipulate the missile, so it hit him but did not make the clone die. He ran at the trio. Jumping, the clone landed on the up thrust fist of the leader… and then exploded.
The real Fenrir had already been running the moment they where occupied by the clone. He heard the explosion and ran faster. The ninja where likely dead or gravely wounded but the explosion would cause attention to be brought to him.
Days passed as he escaped from the forest and into the foothills of a mountain range, he had no idea where he was going but it seemed he had escaped the clutches of those ninja.
He was cold and confused and weary as he reached the foot of the mountain, he looked up at it and sighed, time to go around… he thought to himself.
Chapter 2: bound soul
Fenrir was walking through a backwater village when he heard someone shouting. Standing in the middle of the log-hut village was a scruffy looking man shouting orders to the people of the village, they where bustling about the place, scurrying like ants, although Fenrir would have said scuttling like cockroaches from the rank smell the permeated the back of his eyes. He bit back the smell and walked to the man.
“excuse me sir but what’s going on in this town?” he hoped this fellow spoke his own tongue, if not this could go badly again.
“we be moving past this place.” what a strange way of speaking Fenrir thought as the man continued. “before the dark ninja cross into the forest boarded lands we as a group bound as family shall endeavor to exit, preferring that which is known by the leaf.” Fenrir stood for a moment. What? He thought to himself…. That which is known by the leaf?
“this place of the moon of which you speak, is it a safe place?” he asked in reply.
“if you mean is it of kin with warmth and food and welcoming arms of fathers then be assured that by all measurements and standards it is a place of braking bread and making brothers.” What a strange way to talk, he thought again.
So it was that Fenrir would travel with these refugees to this place of the leaf. Over the next few days the villagers readied themselves for the journey seemingly up the mountain. He gained provisions for the climb and readied himself with forthcoming rest and food. He also became accustomed to the way they spoke until it became nearly natural.
The hike up the mountain began three days after Fenrir had arrived at the small village. These folk where strange in there actions but welcoming and willing to share what little they had. The journey began in earnest upon a sunny morning when all was calm and the world seemed kind and bright.
It did not stay so.
The ice and snow of the mountain pass beat down upon the caravans of the villagers and Fenrir held his cloak close to keep against the frost. The snow came down heavily and everything in site was completely covered, even the men and the caravans where just moving whiteness. In an instance one of the men in front of him fell dead to the ground! A kunai was protruding from his throat, black and stark and sinister with the white background, blood trickled into the snow, dying it pink. He looked up at the ninja moving silently along the ridge above. He gasped, drawing the blade from his pouch. He felt the wind move behind him and he turned to face the ninja that had appeared in his presents, just as he hit him squarely in the head. Everything went blurry round the edges and then black as Fenrir heard his own knees hit the ground with what seemed like a deafening thud.
The leader of the bandit ninjas looked his new slaves up and down, in the snow, bound and ganged as they where. He wondered the potential skill in them. Suddenly he heard a shout from down the line as one of the prisoners broke free. He ran to the boy standing over the dead body of one of this men. Fenrir looked up at him with rage through the eyes of the Lupusgan, slits of shining moon, around his left hand was rapped a silver rain that was glowing brightly and sparkling with electrical energy, he looked down at the body of the Chunnin Fenrir had killed in one hit. Fenrir snarled at him. He backed away, so did the other ninja, assessing the situation. Then Fenrir did the unexpected. He ran.
They began there chase, but as the chain retreated into his body he felt the energy drain. He made hand seals as quickly as he could manage. He felt the sudden burst of energy and pain as the Raiton chakra shot through his body, accelerating his movement ten fold.
The commander made shouts and roared at the men to hurry up and catch the brat. but with Raiton speed, he was to fast.
Fenrir ran over the mountain and stopped at its peak.
The dusk sun shot from across the horizon beyond the sea all the way to the mountain top, he turned from ware he had come, and there he sore, a village hidden by this mountain, far bellow along the lay of the land, and as he looked with crescent eyes the full moon rose above the village setting it a blaze with blue light.. he had made it. As a refugee. He had made it. To the village hidden in the leafs…
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