Unforgiving Sands [Invite Only]
Oct 7, 2012 5:15:56 GMT -7
Post by Baek on Oct 7, 2012 5:15:56 GMT -7
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Desert sands swirled with the barren winds come from the eastern regions of the country. Each searing wind carried with it, temperatures hovering above 100 degrees Fahrenheit and when those mixed with the infrequent cold fronts coming from the west the resulting sandstorms were truly natural terrors to behold. There was a particular 100x100 meter set of land that was spacious with only a four or five 3 meter high dunes reaching meekly for the sky. Smooth waves were pressed into the ever-shifting earth so that the desert very nearly resembled a sea of sand.
There was no water in this place. Very little to be found in the air, none to be found on the ground; this was not a life sustaining place.
It was into this harsh environment that Baek stumbled. After days of searching for a worthy opponent he felt as if another foray into the desert would completely suck him dry of his strength. Even so he swallowed the last of his spit, noted the grit left on his tongue, and kept his feet moving through the loosely packed sand which seemed suck him.5 meters into the ground with each step that he took. His cloak thrown back over his shoulder Baek had already switched between draping entirely over his skin to keep the brutal day’s sun from scorching his skin to tossing the flaps over his shoulders to let what little air brushed past him cool his skin. Already he was drenched in sweat, but his face acknowledged none of it as his hand quickly perused through the pockets of his cloak.
150 ninja stars, 45 marbles, 2 fragmentation grenades, 4 smoke grenades, and 1 stun grenade left him feeling light for movement purposes, but truthfully he’d never really found much use for ninja tools such as those. The only weapon he had ever truly relied upon was the daito katana hanging from his left hip. It had been his father’s and now it belonged to him; he carried it with pride at all times.
His sleeveless white shirt was pressed slick against his skin due to sweat and his black pants made it feel as if a sauna were wrapped around his legs. The bandages starting from his shins down and the set sticking to his wrist and forearms completed the uncomfortable apparel he wore. The only thing he did not currently regret was the headband with his village's insignia proudly flashing in the sun's red-orange rays; it was the symbol of his loyalty to Kusagakure no Sato. It was a symbol of his dedication to something greater than himself.
As he trudged mindlessly onward he began to wonder what sort of honorable foe would find themselves traveling in this heat, across these unforgiving sands.
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