Post by Claws of the Tundra on Jan 24, 2019 2:26:21 GMT -7
Yukigakure has been far from anything interesting. The dwellers here are in their own realm. Foreign travellers are not exactly unheard of, but they are most definitely rare. Not many may know of the villages existence. Yet in all regards to that, the villagers here more often than naught enjoy that. The lack of outward attention opens the gates of peace to this snow capped land. Stories frozen over, and locked away by time. Nobody really goes out of their way here. Not anymore. The region is by all means a prison for those uninterested. The cold tundras are cruel. The lack of natural warmth can drive one mad. However for many Yukigakure villagers they carry on with life as if it was meant to be explored quietly. The lack of drive has convinced most to flee the region in favor of a better place. And yet deep with the folds and layers of Yukigakure's culture, are inhabitants that still hold pride for the village.
One such of this minority is a village ninja by the notorious name of Kahimi. This young woman far exceeds herself on most days within the village. Ninja life as a whole was never of importance to her, but in hindsight she mainly holds herself accountable to make what she has interesting. Her quiet and reserved exterior hides a mind and personality full of color, and often times anarchy. She grew up a trouble maker, and has since lost her spark. However for the most part, Kahimi has still made a name for herself with some of the locals. The village although stale, still has plenty of kick. The government side of things has since fallen short. One of the many reasons Kahimi fights it even today. But as of now she finds herself wondering if perhaps there could be more.
On this breezy morning Kahimi took it upon herself to think on her life thus far. Ever since she was a child, she has always tried to move around problems passively until inventives pushed her into a different course of action. For an hour she spent time walking down a quiet path to think on some recent troubles. As a ninja she has neglected her role. Her father being the main factor of her rebellious attitude. However today as the wind carelessly flows along her body she finds herself questioning if those choices were wise.
Now when she looks around at the village with her two miscolored eyes she doesn't see a place with soul. A place with energy. It's more of a place that never got to tell it's story. Which brings her a reflection on herself. By now she is old enough to seriously make an impact on the future. In this world one single being can change the entire world if they gain enough influence over the area around them. Kahimi over the years, although disruptantly has proven to hold that exact power. If Yukigakure is to flourish it will need a heart. A mind. And a soul to carry the will of it's people out into the eyes and ears of others, whom are foreign to the land. However the question is, will this region be able to handle such attention. It is still small. The world although large holds mysteries that can overwhelm a place such as this.
That fear is the same fear Kahimi holds herself back with. The lack of enthusiasm has kept her mighty voice silent. Her desires left unheard of. But no more. As she walks with each step down this empty street she finds herself clinging to everything she sees. The subtle noises from her boots connecting with the ground, hardly echoes further than a meter. A steady arrangement of sounds that in a way carry her further down a familer path.
As she feels the ground beneath her, she feels sadness. This is one of many silent streets within Yukigakure. The small flakes of snow, have no trouble covering up the prints from people who used to roam these streets regularly. Within a moment Kahimi would stop. Her eyes, now scanning over the moving details around her. The snow is as blank as her. The only real color on her person stems from the attire she wears. A simple black sleeved jacket with brown cargo pants cover most of her pale body. The markings of her clan, along with her single aqua blue left eye holds the only true color on her face. The rest, merely blending in with the bland scenery.
However she has grown used to such an appearance. Making a comfortable safe space being in the background. That feeling of having no fore front to hide behind scares her. But now...she wishes that she chose to work for attention more. Now everything feels lonely. Without a sign of hesitation, Kahimi pivoted her frame to align with an unpopulated bench along the side of the street. Taking initiative to sit down, to rest her mind. But to no avail she couldn't help herself. As the day continues to move on effortlessly, she continues to grow old of doing nothing. Today...has to mark a change. Other wise she too might wither from routines solitude.
But how does one change their seemingly one inevitable fate?
One such of this minority is a village ninja by the notorious name of Kahimi. This young woman far exceeds herself on most days within the village. Ninja life as a whole was never of importance to her, but in hindsight she mainly holds herself accountable to make what she has interesting. Her quiet and reserved exterior hides a mind and personality full of color, and often times anarchy. She grew up a trouble maker, and has since lost her spark. However for the most part, Kahimi has still made a name for herself with some of the locals. The village although stale, still has plenty of kick. The government side of things has since fallen short. One of the many reasons Kahimi fights it even today. But as of now she finds herself wondering if perhaps there could be more.
On this breezy morning Kahimi took it upon herself to think on her life thus far. Ever since she was a child, she has always tried to move around problems passively until inventives pushed her into a different course of action. For an hour she spent time walking down a quiet path to think on some recent troubles. As a ninja she has neglected her role. Her father being the main factor of her rebellious attitude. However today as the wind carelessly flows along her body she finds herself questioning if those choices were wise.
Now when she looks around at the village with her two miscolored eyes she doesn't see a place with soul. A place with energy. It's more of a place that never got to tell it's story. Which brings her a reflection on herself. By now she is old enough to seriously make an impact on the future. In this world one single being can change the entire world if they gain enough influence over the area around them. Kahimi over the years, although disruptantly has proven to hold that exact power. If Yukigakure is to flourish it will need a heart. A mind. And a soul to carry the will of it's people out into the eyes and ears of others, whom are foreign to the land. However the question is, will this region be able to handle such attention. It is still small. The world although large holds mysteries that can overwhelm a place such as this.
That fear is the same fear Kahimi holds herself back with. The lack of enthusiasm has kept her mighty voice silent. Her desires left unheard of. But no more. As she walks with each step down this empty street she finds herself clinging to everything she sees. The subtle noises from her boots connecting with the ground, hardly echoes further than a meter. A steady arrangement of sounds that in a way carry her further down a familer path.
As she feels the ground beneath her, she feels sadness. This is one of many silent streets within Yukigakure. The small flakes of snow, have no trouble covering up the prints from people who used to roam these streets regularly. Within a moment Kahimi would stop. Her eyes, now scanning over the moving details around her. The snow is as blank as her. The only real color on her person stems from the attire she wears. A simple black sleeved jacket with brown cargo pants cover most of her pale body. The markings of her clan, along with her single aqua blue left eye holds the only true color on her face. The rest, merely blending in with the bland scenery.
However she has grown used to such an appearance. Making a comfortable safe space being in the background. That feeling of having no fore front to hide behind scares her. But now...she wishes that she chose to work for attention more. Now everything feels lonely. Without a sign of hesitation, Kahimi pivoted her frame to align with an unpopulated bench along the side of the street. Taking initiative to sit down, to rest her mind. But to no avail she couldn't help herself. As the day continues to move on effortlessly, she continues to grow old of doing nothing. Today...has to mark a change. Other wise she too might wither from routines solitude.
But how does one change their seemingly one inevitable fate?