Post by Sora on Jan 31, 2018 23:55:35 GMT
Location: Desert of Kaze no Kuni
Time: 05:00
Season: Spring
Temperature: 32˙F
Destination: Sunagakure
The winds never stopped in this desert, why would they? This land of wind certainly should live up to its name. A lone hawk flew against the wind, beating its wings vigorously. Though all in vain, he moved only inches and spent his stamina in droves. A perfect sight for a small boy who too was alone in the desert. It was Sora, a child from the reclusive village of Taiyōgakure, trying to make his way to Sunagakure. The boy's hoodie blew too and fro from the winds. Even he stumbled from time to time, the winds knew not was mercy was. He took a Kunai from his pouch, set his aim, 'Careful..' he thought. The bird was hardly moving forward, but never was in the same spot for more than a second. "There!" he exclaimed, and let loose his kunai.
Dismal. The only word that could describe the throw. The wind took the kunai for its own and washed it down into the sand. Twice, and third time, and a fourth. All misses. Perhaps the deserts were no place for a small boy with average talents. Seems like today he would not eat, unless he found a lizard. Sora was tired of raw lizard, though. Its all he'd eaten for 3 days. Oh well, only about a days walk and he would be in Suna. A village he'd been told was the Jewel of the Land of Wind. He pushed on, lips cracked and bleeding, shoes filled with sand. He thought about the people and how many might be there, and promptly threw up. Sora was no good with people, in fact, he spent most of his energy avoiding them. The wind whipped up his tossings into a gooey ball and rolled it through the sand. As long as he had his hoody, it didn't matter.
Time: 05:00
Season: Spring
Temperature: 32˙F
Destination: Sunagakure
The winds never stopped in this desert, why would they? This land of wind certainly should live up to its name. A lone hawk flew against the wind, beating its wings vigorously. Though all in vain, he moved only inches and spent his stamina in droves. A perfect sight for a small boy who too was alone in the desert. It was Sora, a child from the reclusive village of Taiyōgakure, trying to make his way to Sunagakure. The boy's hoodie blew too and fro from the winds. Even he stumbled from time to time, the winds knew not was mercy was. He took a Kunai from his pouch, set his aim, 'Careful..' he thought. The bird was hardly moving forward, but never was in the same spot for more than a second. "There!" he exclaimed, and let loose his kunai.
Dismal. The only word that could describe the throw. The wind took the kunai for its own and washed it down into the sand. Twice, and third time, and a fourth. All misses. Perhaps the deserts were no place for a small boy with average talents. Seems like today he would not eat, unless he found a lizard. Sora was tired of raw lizard, though. Its all he'd eaten for 3 days. Oh well, only about a days walk and he would be in Suna. A village he'd been told was the Jewel of the Land of Wind. He pushed on, lips cracked and bleeding, shoes filled with sand. He thought about the people and how many might be there, and promptly threw up. Sora was no good with people, in fact, he spent most of his energy avoiding them. The wind whipped up his tossings into a gooey ball and rolled it through the sand. As long as he had his hoody, it didn't matter.