Awaken. [his return]
Apr 23, 2008 15:07:58 GMT -7
Post by shinzo-kori on Apr 23, 2008 15:07:58 GMT -7
Drip....
Among the darkest depths, within the abyss. Cold and hallow was the feeling that could be felt had one been in his shoes. Was he captive to some sort of assassin's seeking to overthrow the Mist Village. Had he been murdered or thought to have been murdered and left to dying in pain in agony. There was no pain, no feeling at all, for he felt as if he had awoken from the longest rest of his life.
Splash....
He slowly lifted himself from the mucky puddle his head rested in, yet as his posture became erect, he felt the sharpest pain in his back, almost as if someone had stabbed him. He felt for the pain, but no flesh wound nor sign of bruising could be found. He was....unsure and doubtful of his existence or if there was any sign of life in this place.
Chirping....
The sound of life, oh so sweet, its light so bright. He could feel the warmth that kept from this cold hole he found himself in. The sun reflected off the walls giving him some sort of guide to follow, and as he got closer, he knew freedom was find him. The sound of birds chirping was a great sound to hear, for the birds could sing no greater then that day. He stumbled out to the light, so bright his burned from the sensitivity the obvious cave gave him.
He didn't remember anything before this.....as a matter of fact...he didn't even remember his name.
Among the darkest depths, within the abyss. Cold and hallow was the feeling that could be felt had one been in his shoes. Was he captive to some sort of assassin's seeking to overthrow the Mist Village. Had he been murdered or thought to have been murdered and left to dying in pain in agony. There was no pain, no feeling at all, for he felt as if he had awoken from the longest rest of his life.
Drop
It was pitch black, and the only that could be heard was the dripping from the roof of whatever type of structure he found himself in. It felt like a cave, or maybe a prison, yet he had no reason to be imprisoned unless he was a prisoner of war. Splash....
He slowly lifted himself from the mucky puddle his head rested in, yet as his posture became erect, he felt the sharpest pain in his back, almost as if someone had stabbed him. He felt for the pain, but no flesh wound nor sign of bruising could be found. He was....unsure and doubtful of his existence or if there was any sign of life in this place.
Stumble
After analyzing that his body was indeed free of any physical wounds, he lifted himself up from the ground and stumbled to his feet; rather pathetic had the lights been on to see. He placed his right hand upon the side of his head as he felt his head throb...odd. He walked ahead from this place, not knowing where he was going, but no obstacles stopped his pace so he must have been following the right path. Chirping....
The sound of life, oh so sweet, its light so bright. He could feel the warmth that kept from this cold hole he found himself in. The sun reflected off the walls giving him some sort of guide to follow, and as he got closer, he knew freedom was find him. The sound of birds chirping was a great sound to hear, for the birds could sing no greater then that day. He stumbled out to the light, so bright his burned from the sensitivity the obvious cave gave him.
He didn't remember anything before this.....as a matter of fact...he didn't even remember his name.