Memoirs of the Forgotten and the Fallen [T|P]

[— kode]

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Thrown from the walls of Amegakure, among the tall trees and encircling fog, lies a cottage - reclusive from the rest of the world. A gentle river flows beside it, as rain drops pelt its surface making a beautiful steady treble and fish gliding out of the water and splashing down breaking its rhythmic tune. Frogs sing along in the background as they prey on the fireflies that have been bated down by the heavy rain. The reeds by the river sway back and forth dancing to nature's tune as a somber, cool breeze moves through them. Inside the cottage a gentle light glows from beyond the fog and rain - a sole beacon in the vast lands. The aroma there always smells of fresh rain with the occasional scent of wild flowers moving through the cottage. The light emanating is from a fire burning under a stone hearth - crackling and shooting off red sparks. Above it a pot filled with stew from the various wildlife found in the forest giving off a savory aroma - all mixing with the smell of flowers, rain, and burning oak. Everything seems to be in tune - a tranquil haven among the chasm of the world.

The fire spits out more coals landing near the feet of a dark image. Sitting there a few feet away is a figure - the light dimly glows on him as his face remains in the shadows. His brilliant eyes are wide open as he stares down at the coal and watches it die out. A disturbance in the natural order begins to occur and all nature suddenly seems to fall silent. An ominous and eerie feeling takes over now forcing the once tranquil state into that of chaos. The figure looks away from the coal and back to the fire - staring as if looking for answers of the past. Next to him sat tomes, scrolls, scribbled pieces of paper - texts of ancient origins and some of his own accounts. Suddenly he speaks out as if he were talking to someone.

"There is much I have yet to understand - many mysteries that vex me. It has been a gruesome road, and yet it still grows darker."

He spoke, his wide eyes never leaving the fire. The figure sat forward revealing his face, a shinobi - a shinobi named Kode. His eyes were a bright emerald green and looked like they were wet from the rain - or perhaps tears. The rain pelted down atop the roof drowning out all other sounds - like white noise. His hand moved into the darkness of the room - a table beside him where he lifted something from it. As he receded his hand back into the dim light cast by the fire a picture was revealed. It showed two figures standing together on a sunny day - laughing and holding each other tightly. He looked deeply at the picture as time seemed to come to a halt. His thumb caressed the picture as he held it in his hand - moving over one of the figures. Looking once more at the fire he extended his arm towards it and gently lay the picture amongst the coals and watched it flame. He spoke softly once more with unease in his voice.

"Oblige me - let me share with you a few tales. I wish to forget, you can share this burden with me. Help ease my pain, perhaps after I can rest - perhaps I can find peace."

His hands moved towards a tome, all while his eyes never left the fire watching the picture burn away. It was signed - Kode Kamyuja. A document of all his past accounts - a tome that contained all of his past worth noting, at least the things that had taken their toll and affected him greatly. He opened the book and began his tale, but not before looking at the disintegrated picture once last time.

"Forgive me."

[— kode]

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Chakra Lore
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill for basic Chakra Jutsu understanding allowing the user to identify and read all Chakra matters.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A person versed in Chakra Lore knows the basic principles behind Chakra. They are tuned in to secrets about the world around them that most others do not and know how to read Chakra Scrolls or Writings. They may not be able to perform Jutsus, but they can read Chakra Writings and generally tell what it is all about. Some practical applications of Chakra Lore follow: Identifying Jutsus, Identifying Chakra Items, and Deciphering Scrolls. Look in Jutsu Lore Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
Skill Points: 103|125


*Remember that my character is recalling all this from a book so if I refer to a different nation I am still located in Ame as the post above states.

Misfortune is hard to escape - something he knows all to well. A young boy sits in the warm sand looking out over the expanding sea. Umi no Kuni harbored many young boys day dreaming off life across the sea and away from the islands - especially one name Kode Kamyuja. There was a feeling residing in him - a feeling that he did not belong here, and often questioned if this was even his true birth place or if his parents were truly his own. As a toddler he had great strength as well as the ability to mold chakra - something most on the island were incapable of. Seagulls cry overhead and a steady sea breeze moved in - it smelled densely of salt. In the distance was a lumbering ship sailing slowly across the horizon - strange, as many ships did not venture to this area. The young boy closed his eyes - it was as if he could feel the force of the sea and the warm earth beneath him. This must have been what it meant to feel chakra - something that he did not understand completely, not yet at least.

By observing nature he began to understand how chakra controlled the universe and how to harness that energy. The basic elements he observed, even as a child, were earth, water, fire, wind, and lightning. The waves were relentless on the upon the earth, yet the earth remained strong, thus earth overcame water. Water on the other hand was fluid ever moving and able to quench even the fiercest blaze, thus water over came fire. Fire a fierce blaze - pure energy, yet without air it was not even a manifestation of nature, thus fire overcomes wind. Wind a mighty force that appears just as fast as it disperses, able to move the very clouds across the sky - while the storm is unrelenting the wind will blow it away, thus wind trumps lightning. Lightning - pure and vicious, a feverish bolt from the sky that reeks havoc upon the earth below and instills fear upon the creatures who walk among it, thus lightning overcomes earth. Then the cycle begins again. This is how the nature of the universe was, as well as the nature of man - all a cycle.

A gentle breeze began to blow again as he watched the ship in the setting sun. However; this would all change as he could feel something wrong in the air. An unnatural amount of chakra began to build up within the air, it seemed like someone was harnessing this energy, and he was able to sense it all. Hair stood up and an uneasy feeling washed over him and sent chill down his spine. He looked back towards the town, yet could see no smoke. All the sudden there was an enormous burst of energy and the ship upon the horizon burst into flames - undoubtedly from a fire technique jutsu. 

"Fire..."

He exhaled with a worried, heavy breath. The explosion created from the jutsu moved the wind around it and bathed the young boys skin in heated air. The blaze would light up the sky as the sun had receded behind the vast sea. Whoever had caused the explosion was still harnessing chakra and casting techniques, - where was he moving though. The boys emerald eyes followed the forces of chakra - reaching out and tugging on his sense. It was as if someone was calling his name from out of site - he could not see them, but he could determine their location from the voice.

It was strange - it felt as though this essence was coming from his core, more specifically his heart. This must have been what his mom had mentioned. She always told him that he was different and special while cupping her hand on his chest, just above his heart. It did not occur to the young boy at the time, but it seemed as though she knew something that he did not. It was because of his ability to mold chakra - derived from his pure, lawful heart that had yet to be corrupted. All he could think about at that moment was his mother and panic began to set over him as he realized where the chakra force was heading.

"The village... Mom!"

He began to dart towards the village as fast as he could. He could not comprehend what was happening. The chaos was sudden and unrelenting, and far from over. Why would someone attack a random ship? What drove these people to do something so malicious. The lingering force of chakra still filled the air, and with it an evil presence. Someone that could create fire from thin air, this was something that he had not seen yet; however, unknown to the boy, he had a greater ability being able to move the force without the elements - which one day he would unlock this potential. For now he would have to rely on nothing but his courage. The universe does not dictate between good and evil though, its only imprinted with the strong and those who have the will to survive, something that the young boy would learn all too soon.

[Aimi Kaguya]

+10 TP, +12 SP

[— kode]

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Chakra Lore
Rank: "D"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A skill for basic Chakra Jutsu understanding allowing the user to identify and read all Chakra matters.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A person versed in Chakra Lore knows the basic principles behind Chakra. They are tuned in to secrets about the world around them that most others do not and know how to read Chakra Scrolls or Writings. They may not be able to perform Jutsus, but they can read Chakra Writings and generally tell what it is all about. Some practical applications of Chakra Lore follow: Identifying Jutsus, Identifying Chakra Items, and Deciphering Scrolls. Look in Jutsu Lore Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. Each time learned user gets 5 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---
Skill Points: 115|125


*I thought I did my own skill rolls, my bad. In that case I think my trait eidetic memory applies to these skill rolls.

-EIDETIC MEMORY - passive. +1 Die Roll

From a bird's view a boy was running across the beach - all was calm from where the bird flew overhead. A child merely playing with the sand, building castles where he would fantasize he was a benevolent king or running from the waves as they lap against the shore. However; as the perspective slowly moves away from the bird and to the boy thing become not as the bird would see. Heavily breathing and tears streaking down his face as he desperately sprinted towards his village. Sand flicking up behind him as his heels dig into the sand and push him further towards his urgent objective and a fire roaring in just up ahead where his village stood. The wind had become fierce and began to feel like needles piercing his skin as he ran. He could sense it, this was no regular breeze. It was the very power that lay inside him - chakra.

A violent aura rose around him as the wind kept rushing past him. His face began to warm as he came to the wake of destruction. He paused from disbelief where he stood as his eyes glistened staring into the tall flames before him - the blaze was so strong that is had a distinct rushing sound. The blaze was popping and hissing at the young boy, at this moment he would experience the true nature of man - it was to destroy. Faint moans could be heard from some of the huts, no doubt there were some trapped inside, yet there was no chance for them to survive now. Kode began to grind his teeth as hot tears rolled down his face. The aura around him was evil- this chakra user was more demon than man. This left the young boy with only one question - why?

"Ple...ase."

The young boys eye widened in horror as he looked down to the crisp black hand grasping for him. He could only recognize the person that lay before him by half of the face that had not been scorched. It was a young girl - about his age, most of her body was burnt and she did not have very long. He could feel her life fading, he could feel the chakra leaving her and returning to its origin. He bent down and as gently as he could he began to cradle her in his arms. Her voice was raspy as she tried to speak, her eyes began to slowly lose their gleam.

"Gone... all.. taken."

Her burnt limb pointed off in one direction, yet the boy did not look. His eyes were fixed upon hers, swelling with tears. Her faint blue eyes went dark as she gasped one last time. There he felt all life drain from her body - her chakra gone. A gentle wind blew warming his skin from the blaze around him. He wondered where would her chakra go - where would it guide her, he could only hope to be reunited with her family in another life. He put his hand over the girls face and closed her eyes and wept.

There was no time to calm the blazing village - it was lost anyways. He began to look around frantically, but it seemed none survived. There was no feeling of life around. His attention quickly turned to his own home. Fear gripped him as he ran towards the burning cabin. It was now charred and burning red, despite the extreme heat he placed his hands upon the door and slung it open. His eyes darted back and forth looking for anything, yet there was no one there. He did not know whether to be relieved or worried. 'Taken' the words rang out in his head, that's what the girl was saying. They had been taken. He staggered back into the center of the village in disbelief as tears still rolled down his face - he collapsed to his knees and gripped his hair in agony. As he watched his tears fall to the ground the eerie feeling of chakra loomed from beneath him. Brushing away tears he stood up - only to realize he was standing in a symbol made of blood - a triangle within a circle. He remembered this symbol being painted on rocks far away from the village an drawing it one night at the dinner table with his family, which his father reacted to. He thought they called the man who the symbol represented....

"Jashin..."

He whispered to himself as the wind began to blow fiercely around him. It was evil whatever it was, and soon he would find out for himself how evil this force really was. He looked of towards the peninsula where he had seen the markings before and set off determined to find the rest of the villagers and his family. He looked back to the lifeless body of the girl one last time. He would return after this he thought, to bury all his friends and give them the peace they deserved.

[The Bearer of Bad News]

+10 tp

and...i dont actually need to roll any dice here. with the +1 from eidetic memory, even 5 consecutive 1s would be enough to max out your skill at 125/125

congrats.

[— kode]

[OOC: Awesome, thank you.]

A breeze blew in through the small cottage as the shinobi's eyes glanced up staring into the fire once more. His hand lay between the pages of the book from which he was reading - softly touching the paper as if it was a dear friend. His reminiscing would be suddenly interrupted as a dove would begin to make its descent towards the quaint hut. He looked towards the open doorway as the small bird flapped its wings in great effort to slow itself down and land upon a small table in front of him. Kode stood and moved towards the little bird sticking out his index finger and gently rubbing the bird behind the neck. His eyes moved to a tiny scroll attached to the dove. Removing the piece of paper he knew where this was from - he opened it and began to read it over carefully.

"Looks like I'm summoned."

He said out loud, but the only ears to receive his words were the small birds. He looked once more to the birds and smiled. Kode moved towards the chair he was sitting at before the interruption removing and equipping a long rain cloak that lay across the back of it. He then moved back towards the table and extended his hand for the bird to come aboard. Both of them then would move out the door and into the rainy marsh. Once outside he moved his hand upwards where the bird sat and with a heavy flutter of wings the bird vanished - and so did he.

[Exit]

After his business was concluded in the tower he would return and sit at the table, in front of the fire place and begin to glance over all his records once more.

[— kode]

A figure entered from the fog outside and sat down once more where he sat before - staring into the fire before he opened the book on the table and continued reading over his records, without a word.

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Disguise
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A person versed in the art of disguise can alter his appearance to be unrecognizable- even to his own mother.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A user may choose to appear as the opposite sex, a larger person or possibly even a smaller person. There are, of course, common sense limits to this skill. A balding, fat, middle-aged male innkeeper is going to have one hell of a time disguising himself as a voluptuous female prostitute. In general, the following limitations apply: Height: +/- 25% of actual height; Weight: +/- 50% of actual weight; Sex: Male or Female; Hair: Any Color; Eyes: Any Color; Complexion: Any Color; Facial Features: Highly mutable
Obviously, the ability to speak the language of the person you impersonate is not granted. The character may need to purchase clothes or materials depending on his disguise. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Acting user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Disguise (to act in character). Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

POST ONE!

While his face was still moist from the tears he had shed for those lost in the village he would press on to find out what had happened. Deep within him something sparked- little did he know this would be the beginning of his journey. He did not remember anything before this village, but he knew he did not really belong there, he was from somewhere else - from someone else. He loved his parents deeply, but he had a feeling that they were keeping a secret from him. It was that they had adopted him - or this could just had been a defensive mechanism to ease the pain of losing them.

'No they are not lost... they must have been taken from the village and I will find them.'

He thought to himself as he approached the main road that led to most populated town down the peninsula - it near a stone structure there where he had found the markings of Jashin, and a hunch was calling him to that place. He stopped in awe once he had finally hit the main roads from the dense wood behind him. His eyes gazed upon multiple refugees migrating down the road. Far off in front of him he could see the ocean and the bay with giant clouds of looming black smoke above it. Black smoke rose from multiple places all across the island - this was an invasion. Looking further down the road he could see people in long black and red robes. These must have been the people who invaded as they were standing with long pikes directing the people as if they were cattle. Most were scared - clinging tightly to their families. He realized this could of been where his parents were sent.

Realizing this as an opportunity the young boy snuck into the fray. Most of these people were bathed in soot and dirt so observing them he quickly reached down towards the dirt road and grabbed a handful of earth and rubbed it into his hair. He also put a grimace on his face and began to stagger and limp as if he had been injured by the invasion and was just like the rest of the citizens - however he was not and now a grim determination began to set over him. He would find out what this was all about and where his parents were at any cost.

He came upon one of the first hooded figures as they suddenly jabbed a pike in a citizen that fell to the ground - so easily and without remorse. A few blood specs splattered upon his left arm and he could hear the rest of the crowd cry out. A great rage began to rise up in him, but he knew that any retaliation here could result in failure - besides he did not know how many of these people would fight with him, most where women and children. It looked as though he had successfully blended in with the crowd for now and he began to feel his innocence leave him as his focus turned towards revenge.

[— kode]

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Disguise
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A person versed in the art of disguise can alter his appearance to be unrecognizable- even to his own mother.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A user may choose to appear as the opposite sex, a larger person or possibly even a smaller person. There are, of course, common sense limits to this skill. A balding, fat, middle-aged male innkeeper is going to have one hell of a time disguising himself as a voluptuous female prostitute. In general, the following limitations apply: Height: +/- 25% of actual height; Weight: +/- 50% of actual weight; Sex: Male or Female; Hair: Any Color; Eyes: Any Color; Complexion: Any Color; Facial Features: Highly mutable
Obviously, the ability to speak the language of the person you impersonate is not granted. The character may need to purchase clothes or materials depending on his disguise. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Acting user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Disguise (to act in character). Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

POST TWO!

There were many more hooded figures along the road - all committing the same acts of terror and horror as the first one he had encountered. The young boy was still faking a limp through the crowd and tending to stay near the center and among a large cluster of people to divert attention away from himself. All he had to do was make it to the large village - or so he thought. Here he could begin to gather information about what exactly was going on and where his family was. Another's misfortune would soon be his luck as someone soon broke the cries and groans of the crowd with words.

"If we all attack we can over power them!!"

He came upon an older man who raised his fist towards the air - a kunai grasped within. The group behind the man stopped as he began to address them. He must have appeared from the forest waiting as the rest of the group seemed to be barred of weapons. Kode's eyes met his and the young boy began to shake his head and beg the man to stop with the look in his eyes. No one came forward to meet his rally cry - it was as the young shinobi thought it would be. If he had tried to rally earlier, he would have been in the same situation as the man before him. The man just stared back into the young boys eyes as the crowd around them continued their demoralized cries. Kode was sure that this man would meet his end and just them a pike entered his back. The man gasped, yet his eyes never left Kode's - the young boy's eyes blazed with a fiery rage.

As the man fell to his knees with what little strength he had left he tossed the kunai in the direction of the boy. He must have seen Kode's will and drive - his desire to exact revenge. This was this man's way of saying avenge me, by providing him with this simple tool. Acting quickly Kode fell to his hands and knees as well and began to play a role as the stranger's son. He mustered tears - an easy task considering all that was occurring. He began to crawl desperately to the man - yet his true objective was the kunai he tossed on the ground. He stopped and pressed him forearms to the ground bringing a hand over his head - as if he were in such pain from losing the man. While the boys body shielded the view of what was really occurring, his other hand grabbed the kunai and placed it within his garments and before the black robed vermin could realize it the young boy was now armed with a secret weapon.

"Dad..!"

The young boy exclaimed with a sense of urgency. Although this man was a stranger he was old enough to be his father - this was all part of the disguise. The cruel hooded man who stabbed the pike through the victims back just began to laugh and reaching down to grab Kode by the hair he pulled the boy up and shoved him in the direction they were once heading. The villain thought it was a greater pain to live with losing his father than to die - Kode's plan had worked flawlessly. One step closer to uncovering the truth and now he was even more dangerous.

[— kode]

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Disguise
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A person versed in the art of disguise can alter his appearance to be unrecognizable- even to his own mother.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A user may choose to appear as the opposite sex, a larger person or possibly even a smaller person. There are, of course, common sense limits to this skill. A balding, fat, middle-aged male innkeeper is going to have one hell of a time disguising himself as a voluptuous female prostitute. In general, the following limitations apply: Height: +/- 25% of actual height; Weight: +/- 50% of actual weight; Sex: Male or Female; Hair: Any Color; Eyes: Any Color; Complexion: Any Color; Facial Features: Highly mutable
Obviously, the ability to speak the language of the person you impersonate is not granted. The character may need to purchase clothes or materials depending on his disguise. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Acting user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Disguise (to act in character). Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

POST THREE!

The entire group continued down the narrow long road towards the large village. Bodies began to pile up along the sides - seeming to increase in number the further down the group traveled. This was complete chaos - something the young boy would grow to know quite well. His disguise as just another civilian had worked so far. Apparently they did not sense his ability to wield and use chakra - or perhaps he was lucky they weren't searching for that. Bloodied, dirty, and with a exaggerated limp this was the simple concept that allowed him to progress this far. The number of people and tragedy occurring was working in his favor as none paid much attention to the young boy.

His emerald green eyes looked out towards the bay and he could see the waves pulling blood away from the shores as bodies began to be dumped here. This once tranquil and peaceful island had turned into a hell, yet they or he did not know what lay dormant inside the boy was from hell itself - the blood, intensity and insanity of a Kamyuja.

"Water... please.."

His eyes turned towards the sound of a young woman groveling at the feet of one of the hooded figures. She was a fool. Kode did not even pay much attention as he already knew her fate - they would kill her. Instead his eyes looked forward and screams could be heard confirming his pessimism. This was becoming a normal sight for him now and was not affecting him much anymore - was he beginning to lose his humanity. No matter how resilient he wanted to be and lash out against the invaders he would remain within his icy demeanor and blend in with the rest of them. He hopped from group to group moving slowly through the crowd - progressing further and further to the front. Finally he could see the archway of the nearing town. It was once a site to hold - palm trees and tall towers stood there in the sun, beaches where the children would play, and many vendors on the street attending to the needs of the bustling people. Instead now bodies hung from rope on the archway and all felt eerie.

His eyes turned once more towards the gate - it seemed as though they were dividing people up behind fortifications they had placed into pins like cattle. He knew that if he went in there that it was unlikely he would find his family - or survive. Remaining calm he looked towards a mass pile of bodies just off the right side of the road - it was morbid, but he knew what his next move had to be. Remaining in character he staggered behind a large group to the right of him and readied himself to jump behind the mass pile of bodies - to be amongst the dead themselves. 

[— kode]

CHAPTER 2: A RITE OF PASSAGE

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SPOILER: Click to show

Disguise
Rank: "E"
Skill: Skill
Effect: A person versed in the art of disguise can alter his appearance to be unrecognizable- even to his own mother.
Special: ---
Drawback: ---
Description: A user may choose to appear as the opposite sex, a larger person or possibly even a smaller person. There are, of course, common sense limits to this skill. A balding, fat, middle-aged male innkeeper is going to have one hell of a time disguising himself as a voluptuous female prostitute. In general, the following limitations apply: Height: +/- 25% of actual height; Weight: +/- 50% of actual weight; Sex: Male or Female; Hair: Any Color; Eyes: Any Color; Complexion: Any Color; Facial Features: Highly mutable
Obviously, the ability to speak the language of the person you impersonate is not granted. The character may need to purchase clothes or materials depending on his disguise. Look in Task Skills thread found in the Skills and Traits Index for more information. If user has 25 or more Ranks in Acting user gains a Synergy Bonus +10 to Disguise (to act in character). Each time learned user gets 1 die roll to increase the skill.
Limit: ---

POST FOUR!

Patiently he waited for the right moment to jump into the mass pile of bodies and when he saw the moment he went into motion. Quickly he would move under the arms of one lifeless body of an elderly woman - placing her weight against him to look as if he was just another poor soul thrown into the pile to rot. He then began to discretely wipe her blood across his face, garments, and arms - it was morbid, yet his best chance at surviving. His eyes remained half open and he began to try and relax, quite a task considering where he was and the situation he was in. He stared blankly into the sky as it began to turn a beautiful shade of purple and orange as the sunset was approaching. For a moment he had almost forgotten where he was and lost himself. Up there he could see only the star begin to appear - it was so tranquil. His breathing began to slow down as he lost himself and he began to blend in with the other poor souls that lay there lifelessly.

It had been hours now that he was laying there staring into the sky and he could here less and less cries and moans from the citizens of the island. They crowd must have been thinning - all rounded up by the hooded invaders. He did not dare move from his position though - he had to blend in until the time was right. It was almost totally dark now as the sun kissed the horizon one last time before seemingly sinking into the ocean and the moon came out to light the chaos below. He could hear a language he was not familiar with - it was the hooded villains conversing with one another - perhaps it was for the best he could not understand what they were saying. Another sound was heard of approaching footsteps through the sand and right over where his body lay was one of them. 

 Without moving his eyes from the sky, out of his peripheral he could see a face illuminated by a torch - smiling. It appeared the figure had sharp teeth, blood smeared upon its face, cold eyes, and a black hand print around its neck. It was small and bony with a gray tint to its skin - much like a vampire from a tale his mother told. Kode did not think of these beings as human anymore - merely heartless creatures that needed to be put down. The creature looked over the pile then moved towards the elderly woman's arm which lay atop him - picking it up within his hand. Mockingly the creature would speak.

"Oh what a pretty ring you have - had. No doubt you have a beautiful family as well - had. My apologizes. I'm sure they are here in this pile somewhere at least. All together."

The creature began to laugh and bend down over Kode and to his horror take a bite out of her flesh. Cold coagulated blood began to drip on the boy below, yet he remained in character - disguised as another lifeless corpse. The beings cold eyes turned towards the boy who laid there. He spoke once more.

"Oh such a pity when the blood of the young is spilt in the name of Jashin, it is wasteful you know? It is much sweeter when eaten alive."

It cackled one more time before lowering its head to take a bite out of him. He knew the creature thought he was dead at this point; however, if he were to be bitten his warm blood would be sure to give him away. Within a flash he would react - although risky to his disguise. However, if he were to be found out here it would be over before his journey truly began.

[Aimi Kaguya]

+20 TP, +22 SP

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