The Start [Invite]
Sept 19, 2011 20:31:00 GMT -7
Post by ✗Gohma✗ on Sept 19, 2011 20:31:00 GMT -7
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The blood rushes to Gohma's head as quickly as a single beat of his heart. Sitting in the middle of Mizu's own ninja park, Gohma would toss and turn with the sweat dripping down the side of his face. He could be heard by random citizens as they strolled their way through the park, cocking their eyebrows, and directing their children away from Gohma. The nightmares have been attacking him during the night, he's been afraid again. Though it's not the first time that these nightmares have invaded him in his sleep.
Sitting next to him would be the forest, filled with mist, but Gohma himself would be sitting out in the open. Exposed to the citizens of Kirigakure, Gohma would be flailing his arms around his head, gripping his sword from its sheath. Dangerous? Absolutely. With not much practice with his sword, he would be swinging it around in his sleep, recklessly. Though what he had been seeing truly on the inside of his head, would be the slaughter. The blood dripped from his mind down to his eyes, and soon he could feel the warm feeling of his tears rushing down his face. He could not understand the feelings being brought to him in his sleep.
As the wind blew by, more and more people left the park, to leave Gohma to sit and wail on the concrete bench that he had slept on. It had all happened too fast. Walking through the park one minute, to sleeping on a nearing bench in the other minute. He knew that no one had been hurt around him though, he may be sleeping but he could feel the difference between just flailing his sword and slicing flesh. The sweat would begin to fall on his shirt as he swung his sword around his dark blue hair. Almost cutting his own scaly skin, he would begin to breath heavily. He might just cut someone if he wasn't woken up soon.
The dream had been getting deeper and deeper into a prophecy. A dream that would heal him of his endless thoughts about his old team. What had happened to them while he was gone? These dreams are pushing forward that they had been murdered, and the tears would begin to swell his face within the liquid. A boy just about Gohma's age would soon interrupt him, for the good or the worse. He will be the one that will soon guide Gohma's life, as a friend, or an enemy. Strike, or help strike. All Gohma knew was that soon, he would be meeting this man.
When Will The Agony End?
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