Traveling To Land of Sea (Journey of the Alone)
Nov 6, 2007 20:06:08 GMT -7
Post by adero on Nov 6, 2007 20:06:08 GMT -7
Yawning Nyzu steps and takes a look around. "Where the devil is Arata?" He sits for a moment and waits patiently. As the sun passes overby he finally gets up anxiously and frowns. "This is ridiculous! First he ditches me with a corpse and now this?" Wondering if Arata was to even bother returning he stares unhappily and walks for a bit. Packing everything he possessed with him, he carries his scrolls personally in his pockets and begins to wander. "I wonder if anything else around here is of interest." Brushing hair out of his eyes and stops for a moment and looks at them. Still soaked in blood from Nagare's body he laughs and walks over to the nearby river. Bending over he silently washes the blood off, then takes a sip. He smacks his lips in delight. "Tastes much better to drink from corrupted hands eh?"
Standing up he finishes quenching his thirst and looks at the horizon. Across the river a grass field lies before him. Behind him he turns and looks. Nothing but a dark gloomy forest hovers there. He shrugs and laughs. "The grass really is greener on the other side." Looking back at the dead forest of sound he looks back across. "As if I got anything better to do eh?" Rolling up his pants, Nyzu wades across the river and crosses it. Teeth chattering he feels the cold trickling up his legs and smiles. "Nothing to freshen the morning like a brisk dive eh?" Reaching the other end he pauses to wring his pants dry. Then staring around at his surroundings he wonders what to do next.
"This place seems quite lame." he proclaims to himself. As the wind blows gently in his face he yawns and takes no notice of the surrounding beauty. "Its all too dry. Or should i say ought to be?" He smiles deviously and laughs. Staring around he searches for signs of life and sees none. As he places his bag on the ground he quickl forms several hand seals. Before him in his palms forms a lightning bolt which he thrusts into the earth. The grass around begins to spread and he takes his bag and casually walks off whistling. "Nothing to start youre day like a bonfire eh?" Hurrying at a trot as to not be caught in the fire he runs across the fields and up a series of hills.
As he wanders on aimlessly, he feets the dirt beneath his feet. "Its quite comfy, not too hard like stone, yet it doesnt give way as does sand." Pausing for a moment he kicks the dirt beneath him. "Too perfect. Better get outta this place soon." Walking along all the mre quickly he spots a teahouse along the way. Quickly stashing and sealing all of his pupepts he walks up with a friendly smile. An old lady greets him and offers to help with directions. Shaking his head he answers politely, hiding his despair of his two losses. Still thinking of Grio and Kri he secretly mourns for them. Is this the explanation for his odd behavior? Turning back to the old lady he orders some tea and pays her graciously. Leaving a tip on the table he nods and continues along his path.
Following the well beaten road he breaks into a tune. Whistling as he walks he smiles and continues to play random lyrics from his head. All composed of course, nothing already in existance pleased his taste. Traveling alone on the open roads he continues to while. The tune is eerie and slow, enough to give a passerby chills down his spine. The song itself seems to express Nyzu's yearning for companion ship and company. His heart cries as he orchestrates the whistling, wondering why he had torn the secrets inside for a mere song. Continuing along he finally stops and stares. The scenery seemed to have changed. Was this the Land of Fire?
MOVE TO FIRE
Standing up he finishes quenching his thirst and looks at the horizon. Across the river a grass field lies before him. Behind him he turns and looks. Nothing but a dark gloomy forest hovers there. He shrugs and laughs. "The grass really is greener on the other side." Looking back at the dead forest of sound he looks back across. "As if I got anything better to do eh?" Rolling up his pants, Nyzu wades across the river and crosses it. Teeth chattering he feels the cold trickling up his legs and smiles. "Nothing to freshen the morning like a brisk dive eh?" Reaching the other end he pauses to wring his pants dry. Then staring around at his surroundings he wonders what to do next.
"This place seems quite lame." he proclaims to himself. As the wind blows gently in his face he yawns and takes no notice of the surrounding beauty. "Its all too dry. Or should i say ought to be?" He smiles deviously and laughs. Staring around he searches for signs of life and sees none. As he places his bag on the ground he quickl forms several hand seals. Before him in his palms forms a lightning bolt which he thrusts into the earth. The grass around begins to spread and he takes his bag and casually walks off whistling. "Nothing to start youre day like a bonfire eh?" Hurrying at a trot as to not be caught in the fire he runs across the fields and up a series of hills.
As he wanders on aimlessly, he feets the dirt beneath his feet. "Its quite comfy, not too hard like stone, yet it doesnt give way as does sand." Pausing for a moment he kicks the dirt beneath him. "Too perfect. Better get outta this place soon." Walking along all the mre quickly he spots a teahouse along the way. Quickly stashing and sealing all of his pupepts he walks up with a friendly smile. An old lady greets him and offers to help with directions. Shaking his head he answers politely, hiding his despair of his two losses. Still thinking of Grio and Kri he secretly mourns for them. Is this the explanation for his odd behavior? Turning back to the old lady he orders some tea and pays her graciously. Leaving a tip on the table he nods and continues along his path.
Following the well beaten road he breaks into a tune. Whistling as he walks he smiles and continues to play random lyrics from his head. All composed of course, nothing already in existance pleased his taste. Traveling alone on the open roads he continues to while. The tune is eerie and slow, enough to give a passerby chills down his spine. The song itself seems to express Nyzu's yearning for companion ship and company. His heart cries as he orchestrates the whistling, wondering why he had torn the secrets inside for a mere song. Continuing along he finally stops and stares. The scenery seemed to have changed. Was this the Land of Fire?
MOVE TO FIRE
