What was his reason for wanting him dead? revenge was the fuel that burned in his heart..... this man..... this.... destroyer of dreams, had taken the life of his fiance long ago in front of his very own eyes as he was forced to watch... held down by infantry of white cloaked shinobi each bearing a golden crest with they symbol of a wolf embedded into it this was the traditional crest of the white wolf clan... they forced him to watch in horror as his soon to be wife was tortured....... stabbed in several different pressure points on her body.... his eyes remained open as he watched without shedding a tear..... it was ninja code to not show weakness to anyone for anything... even if it is the death of his own true love..... her screams in pain became faint as her life drained away her body was left on the ground motionless her eyes were left open in the emotion of shock and pain there stood the man that took her life...... by the style of his uniform you could tell he was the leader of this deadly group among the clan he was known as the "Lunar Fang" the reason for this is from the crescent shaped scar across his back He removed his sword from her lifeless body... and walked slowly and quietly over to the now broken hearted and broken spirited warrior he pointed his fresh blood covered sword in his direction.... "you are a disgrace to our clan" he exclaimed in a heavy tone "she had nothing to do with this!!! why didnt you take my life instead?" the warrior asked "her presence made you weak..... my soldiers are the Elite of the Ninja network. I will not tolerate sentimental emotion nor will i let it hinder the potential of my men. You, are hereby exiled from my clan.....the minute you leave the premisis you will be, from that point on, our enemy. Unhand him and leave him to wallow in his own sorrow..... if he refuses to leave after we return, feel free to carve up his worthless carcass and feast upon it as you please...." the room fell silent everyone had left him there alone.... his will to live was shattered he wanted to see to see his fiance once more but was too afraid to look at her mutilated corpse he picked himself up from the floor and began to leave the temple..... no expression in his eyes just a dead stare into the distance a sharp pain went through his arm, it was the result of a flesh wound from a blade he must have aquired it while fighting off his former comrades it was rather deep and pumped out blood like water he continued to ignore it he didnt care even if it killed him it was a cold night.... the moon was full and had a strange orange aura around it to the wolves this moon was a signal of blood and death, more than suitable for this very night He knew he couldnt return to the village unless he wanted to be a prisoner or killed instantly and have his remains fed to the wolves He walked slowly to the outskirts of the village took in the image of the desert scenery the lay before him the wind blow hard and kicked up sand into his face and into the wound on his arm it felt as if salt were being poured constantly into the wound the pain was excruciating but the blood loss made him too weak to react to the pain forcing himself forward he traveled into the sandy and dry terrain there was no sign of life in this sandy wasteland no food no water no vegetation nothing hours passed by as he traveled the see of raw, unrefined glass his legs were numb yet still moving he wouldnt be able to continue on like this his right leg gave in and he collapsed into the sand the wind blew hard again and the sand kicked up into his face it felt like glass tearing away at his flesh he couldnt move..... his strength was gone breathing...... slowed down drastically eyelids feeling heavy... and closed slowly his breathing stopped and everything went black silence......
deathstar_ninja · Wed Apr 18, 2007 @ 06:57am · 7 Comments |