Glory Bound [SQ]
Oct 10, 2010 18:09:09 GMT -7
Post by I C H I R O™ on Oct 10, 2010 18:09:09 GMT -7
Grass would easily be crunched beneath the leather boots nicely fitting around my feet, a Kusa Warrior known as 'Crank. As I'd made my little way into the Land of grass just a few long miles off sight of the Village gates. Swaying upon the lifting of my feet would these bent blades of grass take their last bare moments in life and swallow them whole - for what was next for anyone or anything was all so unknown and quite obviously setting to be all so intriguing. However, I hadn't a tad bit of care for such things as bent and crushed blades of grass now. It seemed as though my eyes were crystalline now. Pure, clearly resting upon the pedestal created for my own needing. The desire to be lifted higher than that of my old man burning deep into this soul like a torch soaking in gasoline.
Shallow breaths slipping from a loose chest as my body would slow in pace to a mere slow motion step. I would take halt but just momentarily before these devilish eyes peered to the edges of my face. Head turning to the right for a quick glance over a shoulder of mine toward the land I had just so recently walked upon for my own well known safety reasons. It was one thing to go on and handle your business as a man but it was an entirely different thing when someone had tabs on you, watching you like a lost dog - or a predator over its prey. Breath staining the very moment of their life with nothing but such a dangerous memory. A stranger to the world around me it would seem I'd been. As though my awareness had shrunken down to a mere pea there wasn't much more for me to look forward to.
All that need be said is I'd make my mark, the time was coming slowly but surely.