— A Silver Tongue | Travel ~Iggy~
Aug 15, 2008 9:14:56 GMT -7
Post by Umehara on Aug 15, 2008 9:14:56 GMT -7
[. Enter]
The council of Anotsu's clones arrived brusquely near the outskirts of the country's docks, ambling forward at a casual stride with ANBU masks prevailing over their characteristics. The Shodai armor seemed to emanate a luminous glow under the backdrop of moonlight, the pristine sphere's gaze adorning them in a sense of wonder. The twilight was perfect for their escape, the creator of the chakra-formed Uchiha taking lead as they approached the derigible which would transport them back to Mizu No Kuni.
"Any who desire to live to see sunrise will depart this vessel." he gave. The imperative statement was as adamant as the very steel blade upon his back, his cold glare piercing the miniscule slits within his wolven mask and settling true into the souls of those within audible range. The cries of fear ran rampant for seconds as they merely stood in no particular formation, those hearing their words taking cover behind the various structures that housed the boat's loading area.
The woman and her child's forms were lowered as two of the Uchiha six lay them to beds located a single floor down. Atsuhiro ensured that they would man the deck; their transportation would be returned shortly, though for now it was his vessel to command. Watching their sleeping forms, Atsuhiro leaned against the northern wall from where they lay. Powerful arms dangled at his sides, his mask elevated so that he could catch a better glimpse of the woman.
The scarlet of his Sharingan was in constant activity, half-lidded in their gaze upon her visage. She was...attractive, to say the least; the curvature of her lips coaxed an intimate touch. Tresses of her silken mane fell in grace along her countenance, accentuating her innocence. Even beneath her clothing did curves ignite the desire to explore, the Uchiha's study of her features a thorough one. In contrast did he pull his mind away from such pleasantries, the appearance of one of his clones signaling his whim.
A shunshin carried his counterpart to the kitchen's quarters, Atsuhiro's lingering presence ensuring that he would be the first that she would awaken to.
The council of Anotsu's clones arrived brusquely near the outskirts of the country's docks, ambling forward at a casual stride with ANBU masks prevailing over their characteristics. The Shodai armor seemed to emanate a luminous glow under the backdrop of moonlight, the pristine sphere's gaze adorning them in a sense of wonder. The twilight was perfect for their escape, the creator of the chakra-formed Uchiha taking lead as they approached the derigible which would transport them back to Mizu No Kuni.
And with a thunderous voice did he speak.
"Any who desire to live to see sunrise will depart this vessel." he gave. The imperative statement was as adamant as the very steel blade upon his back, his cold glare piercing the miniscule slits within his wolven mask and settling true into the souls of those within audible range. The cries of fear ran rampant for seconds as they merely stood in no particular formation, those hearing their words taking cover behind the various structures that housed the boat's loading area.
The woman and her child's forms were lowered as two of the Uchiha six lay them to beds located a single floor down. Atsuhiro ensured that they would man the deck; their transportation would be returned shortly, though for now it was his vessel to command. Watching their sleeping forms, Atsuhiro leaned against the northern wall from where they lay. Powerful arms dangled at his sides, his mask elevated so that he could catch a better glimpse of the woman.
"...You will be free, maiden. The Hand of God has caressed you with grace."
The scarlet of his Sharingan was in constant activity, half-lidded in their gaze upon her visage. She was...attractive, to say the least; the curvature of her lips coaxed an intimate touch. Tresses of her silken mane fell in grace along her countenance, accentuating her innocence. Even beneath her clothing did curves ignite the desire to explore, the Uchiha's study of her features a thorough one. In contrast did he pull his mind away from such pleasantries, the appearance of one of his clones signaling his whim.
"Prepare a meal for them. We are escorts, not thieves."
A shunshin carried his counterpart to the kitchen's quarters, Atsuhiro's lingering presence ensuring that he would be the first that she would awaken to.