And so the Vine had to regrow[nde][o]
Apr 2, 2011 22:19:26 GMT -7
Post by Kusa's Vine on Apr 2, 2011 22:19:26 GMT -7
The exams were to much for Issac. The mental stress had driven him over the edge. He passed out in the middle of the final battle. He had been left and forgotten to rot in a ditch. He wasn't sure how long he had spent there or why they had actually left him. His final shreds of resistance fading away.
"What's going on, last thing I remember is a city. Why is my body so stiff I can barley move." "Blood, we need blood." "What, blood. Why how would that help." "Just let me in let me vent your rage allow me to show you what its like to really live." "You're right, I'm so tired. I should just..let...it all go.."
[Alignment Shift: True Neutral > Neutral Evil]
The city was in ruins and Issac was laying in a small dirt patch just off of the road. He was sheltered from the elements by a billboard that had fallen over. His body was naked from the waste up his hair a mess and his body in filth. As Issacs eyes opened he felt different. His focus changed, his meaning for living was dull in the back of his mind. The clans revenge. Supremacy over the other Zassou it all faded. He felt alone he knew everything was going to be done for himself from now on. Sitting up he could feel the debris sticking to his bare back. he raised his knees to his chest and crossed his arms over them. His wraps were loose and dirty. He began to pull them off trying to shake the empty feeling.
It was another few minutes before he would lean forward and crawl from under the billboard. Luckily he hadn't been crushed by the thing. Standing straight up he stretched his legs and back, his body felt like he did get crushed. He began to survey his person. He had all of his equipment on him still. "Hey at least no one robbed me." He would speak out loud himself looking around wondering where he should go. He began walking down the street reaching up behind him to take the braid out of his hair, he was in need of a wash. Issac trucked himself to a river near by he would be just out of the boundaries of the city.
He would take his pouches off and stash them behind a rock before walking to the edge of the water. Dropping his shinobi pants the shorts he was wearing under would be the only thing he had on as he walked into the running water. It was cold but refreshing. Issac let the water rush by him barley dipping the tips of his fingers into the stream as he closed his eyes. Things were going to change and he could feel it.