A cold beginning [Travel]

[Demi]

Dark green eyes watched as the armadillo sniffed the bag, then refused to climb in. Demiri nodded, and quickly zippered the bag up. She picked it up by the arm and swung it around her back, over her shoulder. Then, she scooped Kibo up in her arms and held him close to her chest, as the winds slowly died down, she heading in the direction, opposite of which they blew. South.

Her jacket’s hood fell back, revealing the Snow Village’s headband. She combed her fingers over it as she knew in these new lands she would be entering, it would not be approved…

[Itaru]

Moved

[Demi]

The landscape was surely different as she headed more south from the border of the Land of Snow. It should have been nothing new, though. She has left before… But back then, she knew she wouldn’t have had anyone on her back, if she would encounter such a thing now… She was nothing then. She was a ninja now, a proud one at that.

She had been waiting for this moment for quite some time. Not only did she enjoy going to new places and venturing far from home, but also for Kibo’s own good. Up there, in the constant winter, he was growing sick. Maybe a change in scenery, the warm climates, who knew… Maybe it would do them both some good.

Her eyes darted around as she aimlessly ventured through Lightning Country… Where was she headed? What would be best for Kibo? Where she could still study medicine, and know she and Kibo were both safe. Maybe never get a permanent home, but be able to get some shuteye without worrying about being killed by some stronger shinobi slitting her throat due to the speckled headband.

She remembered when she was younger and they, her and Kibo, had first met. That was in Fang. Fang… She could stay there for a while, maybe. She shrugged the thought off. Why not? It was all right down there. Nothing could go wrong.

[Itaru]

Moved

[Demi]

The temperature as noticeably different, she thought. She went behind a near building seeing as no one was around, and dropped her “luggage”. Slipping out of her jacket, Kibo kept watch for any thieves. She neatly folded her jacket and opened her bag, dropping it inside. Then, she closed it and threw it over her shoulder.

“You can walk, right?” she smiled down at Kibo. She felt free, for once, and stretched her arms over her head. It was a big difference, Kibo could tell. One second, she was pounding into the snow, claiming the landscape was made of demons. The next, she seemed exhilarated, up for any challenge.

Demiri took the corner and entered down the alley, Kibo quickly following behind. What country was next, she literally forgot. It may have been Sound, but she was not entirely sure. She continued her walk west, into the new territory.

[Itaru]

Moved

[Demi]

A large grin spread the girl’s lips and she headed through the Land of Sound. Kibo’s long talons clanked against the streets, and she chuckled a bit at this, before realizing… The Snow headband was still visible.

She leaned back against a wall and looked down to Kibo who indeed looked as if he needed a breather. Bringing her hands to the back of her head, Kibo looked up at her, as he sat in the shade to rest a bit. She smiled down at him, and untied the knot. The metal band was brought to her face, as she looked at it for a bit. The four dots; the snow village. Her home was no longer there.

Her left arm dropped as she gripped the material of the band, and quickly smashed it into the wall. She couldn’t find a care if anyone was to notice her ruthless action, drawing her arm back and smashing the face of the metal into the wall again.

Kibo jumped about a foot in the air, wide open eyes staring up at her.

“Tradition,” she grinned, as she looked at her headband again. Her fingers traced over the design of it. It was officially, whether Snow cared or not. She was missing, and knew she wouldn’t go back.

She quickly tied the band around her head again, and took a few steps. Fang was near. Her head turned, as she brushed the black hair over the broken metal.

“Let’s go,”

[Itaru]

Moved

[Demi]

As they entered Fang, Kibo soon sniffed out the familiar scents. It had been years, but he remembered. Demiri’s eyes seemed to glow, as they took a few steps into the once familiar, yet still unknown, lands.

[exit]