Matatabi Zangai [P]
Jun 24, 2014 23:37:49 GMT -7
Post by acids on Jun 24, 2014 23:37:49 GMT -7
Deep within the southern forested lands of the Grass Country stood a once magnificent temple dedicated to those of the Zassou ichizoku. For years they had came here to induce rituals upon their young and others that had wished to join their clan's customs; it had been recently, about forty or so years, since the last person had entered into the place. Age had settled in gloomily about the estate as vines, moss and other virid foliage covered the stone walls of the ancient temple. And yet despite its ruinous disposition, there were a few zealot Zassou who still frequented the place of their birthright. It seemed to call these select few to its dark chambers to render unto those select ninja who sought to harness the powers of the vine the ritual that had been passed down for decades. Two men from the Vine Body bloodline stood in the middle of the temple, their bodies swaying to and fro as the wind crept in the seemingly abandoned environ. They had been calling upon the spirits via meditation. Someone would soon seek them out, they felt; someone, perhaps seeking knowledge, would be needing these two members for their occult ritual. The men prepared themselves.
Those who should seek the Vine Body men out would know of the temple's location. The Matatabi Zangai, or Silver Vine Temple, as it was called, was miles beneath the hidden village of Grass, far beyond the reaches of any civilized town in Kusa. The sunlight shined through the decrepit place in a single section; the back wall seemed to possess ancient designs of flowers that had been worshiped within the temple centuries ago by the first peoples of Zassou. This is where the two men waited, their visages masked by black cloaks and hoods.