The Night After [Yoyo]
Jul 21, 2010 20:47:07 GMT -7
Post by Runeska on Jul 21, 2010 20:47:07 GMT -7
The previous days events transpired, leaving the village a wreck in some areas. For the most part, it was only the down town area of the village that had been hit. Aclime had done his survey of the damage. The villages survival rested not on its magnitude. Sure, many citizens had died, but life always flows continuously for the survivors. Thos who had lost loved ones would have to cope and honor the lives they lived. So on this, day, the night fall was like no other. Was it the destruction of the village that made it seem so sudden and threatening? Or perhaps it was the underlying realizations that came along with it.
The village wasn’t safe anymore. It was the first night fall after he realized this attack was orchestrated by a group, and they could still be here now. “…” He sighed once, long and hard, glancing about the depression in the side of the hill where he planted himself at. More importantly… “Where are you Yoyo? I’ve been looking for you the past few hours…” he half shouted, half mumbled the words in an absent minded manner. It sure was a drag to be so busy all the time. To meet Yoyo in mid combat and to leave so suddenly on more business… it cut what nerves he had left shorter than the short straw. To make matters worse, now that he freed himself up for a moment, the chuunin’s whereabouts lay shrouded anywhere except before his eyes. The bonds of friendship between the two survived a number of ordeals and would thus continue to do so. However, sometimes you just need that friend to be around.
With a slight hoist and a shove of his own legs, Aclime’s body propelled out the small ditch like area and he rested upon higher ground, taking refuge on a hill overlooking the majority of the village. The moon overhead was waning, a dying sight, ¾’s empty, less his sight deceive him. The air was cool and a bit moist, favored by him. While the kamyuja could withstand any natural weather temperature, he favored cool weather the most. The night was quite peaceful, despite the recent events, but it only spurred his feelings of impending doom. Just how long would things be quiet? He knew by now, it was during those quiet tender moments when the world threatened to tear you apart the most.
A few minute passed by quickly as he reflected on the things he needed to do and in which order before he simply laid on his back, eyes closed. He could lay here for quite a while, invisible to all but the eyes of the moon, except his iridescent silver locks paired with his coppery brown skin played their usual number under moonlight. The silver seemed like moon rays bound on the earth’s not so celestial surface. His skin gleamed, giving him a surreal, other worldly appearance. It would hard to go unnoticed if someone passed by at this time. His only piece of equipment, his katana lay next to his body in it’s sheath.