Silly Gargoyle - The Messenger of the Demon King
Apr 18, 2009 14:00:36 GMT -7
Post by 👺 Usiel on Apr 18, 2009 14:00:36 GMT -7
"There will be no more questions." A pause. "You hear that? Even you Yuri; keep your comments to yourself." Another pause. "We'll meet you at the ship Yamaguchi. It is at the harbor. . right?" said the leader as he began to leave the room.
“Yes the harbor, however the harbor near the eastern coast, I will be coming along” the young messenger spoke out softly as he began to walk out with the rest of them. The two monkeys slowly scampered down from their master’s shoulders heading out of the room in front of the four, catching up to those that had left. The Messenger would walk behind them watching, he couldn’t pass by them also because there would just be to many in the hallways, so he just stayed patient.
By the time the four Snow ninjas would reach the bottom floor, they would notice eyes upon them. The bartender would look at them with a disgruntled face before shaking his head slightly heading back to his cleaning of the dishes. A few eyes would peer on the four before slowly going back to their own business. In front of the tavern doors would stand two of the four that were hidden in the room. These two were the spear baring men as they faced one another. One seemed older, more bulky, or meat like while the other seemed slightly slimmer. Their hands reached out and grabbed in a warrior grasp of a hand shake, taking hold of the wrists as the smaller one, the one closest to the door would shimmer in a disappearance.
The larger one, his dreads had colors of white and gray. They could see a large scar on the man’s arm. The mask on its face riddled with slashes and gashes. On the top of the mask was a red mark somewhat faded. The mark would say “hunter” written in Kanji (狩人), going down on the forehead. It’s head would cock towards the five (if they were down at the tavern at the time) and begin to walk out.
If they were to walk down the messenger Yamaguchi Kurojuro would see the eyes upon them. Narrowing his own eyes. ‘This may prove to be a problem.’ he thought to himself.
The moment they would walk outside, they would see people moving about here and there, some people running, some people walking, and some were riding horses. Outside they would see only one of the four warriors from in the room as it would begin a brisk run into the snow filled forests, heading towards the east. “We should hurry,” Yamaguchi Kurojuro would speak from behind. “They do have a tendency to be hasty moving ahead. They only respect those that can match them in strength, but I heard a rumor while on my way to their village that those they respect, they hunt. Yamaguchi Kurojuro said calmly giving a little shiver. The thoughts of their village somewhat creaped out the man.
“Yes the harbor, however the harbor near the eastern coast, I will be coming along” the young messenger spoke out softly as he began to walk out with the rest of them. The two monkeys slowly scampered down from their master’s shoulders heading out of the room in front of the four, catching up to those that had left. The Messenger would walk behind them watching, he couldn’t pass by them also because there would just be to many in the hallways, so he just stayed patient.
By the time the four Snow ninjas would reach the bottom floor, they would notice eyes upon them. The bartender would look at them with a disgruntled face before shaking his head slightly heading back to his cleaning of the dishes. A few eyes would peer on the four before slowly going back to their own business. In front of the tavern doors would stand two of the four that were hidden in the room. These two were the spear baring men as they faced one another. One seemed older, more bulky, or meat like while the other seemed slightly slimmer. Their hands reached out and grabbed in a warrior grasp of a hand shake, taking hold of the wrists as the smaller one, the one closest to the door would shimmer in a disappearance.
The larger one, his dreads had colors of white and gray. They could see a large scar on the man’s arm. The mask on its face riddled with slashes and gashes. On the top of the mask was a red mark somewhat faded. The mark would say “hunter” written in Kanji (狩人), going down on the forehead. It’s head would cock towards the five (if they were down at the tavern at the time) and begin to walk out.
If they were to walk down the messenger Yamaguchi Kurojuro would see the eyes upon them. Narrowing his own eyes. ‘This may prove to be a problem.’ he thought to himself.
The moment they would walk outside, they would see people moving about here and there, some people running, some people walking, and some were riding horses. Outside they would see only one of the four warriors from in the room as it would begin a brisk run into the snow filled forests, heading towards the east. “We should hurry,” Yamaguchi Kurojuro would speak from behind. “They do have a tendency to be hasty moving ahead. They only respect those that can match them in strength, but I heard a rumor while on my way to their village that those they respect, they hunt. Yamaguchi Kurojuro said calmly giving a little shiver. The thoughts of their village somewhat creaped out the man.