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bird song
The birdsong was pleasant as one wandered though the forest, the world was just a dream world wearing a mask of reality. Something catches your eye as you're wandering through the forest. Upon the pathway there lies a long and mangled shape. Whatever it is, it is clear and without hesitation, it moves, pushed by the wind gently. Upon closer examination, it's not something you normally see in this part of the wood. In fact, you never have seen such a strange thing. Whatever it is, it had small bubbles for eyes, slits for a nose, and what appeared to be a bumpy hide. What was it? Coming closer, it's now recognizable.
snake skin
The snake skin lays motionless, the texture feels strangely scratchy. Who left it here? Who was walking around without their skin? Shadows decorated the ground with ghastly dancing figures that seemed to watch what was unfolding before them in the safety of the trees. A hiss is heard as as well as a figure garbed in strange clothing appears, he appears abused and some parts of him were stained with crimson. The man has pale white skin, a pair of serpentine golden eyes, long midnight hair and strange purple markings from his eyes that end in a point at the bridge of his nose. He seems confused and lost, he doesn't seem to want to speak, but his eyes lock onto the shadows where you stand.
where am i
The voice is horse and he seems to struggle with the words. He seems to be in a large amount of pain, but he refuses to show that he's weakened by the many blood stains on the clothes of his. His clothes consisted of a vest with many pouches, a long black shirt, a pair of dark colored pants and open toed shoes. From his ears dangled tomoye shaped earrings that shone a brilliant silver in the light. Stumbling, he holds onto his lower chest, blood seeps past the fingers. It seems he has suffered a fatal wound. He winces as his free hand drags off pieces of bark from the face of the tree. The pain is beginning to become unbearable and hard to ignore. He seems to look up at you, pain clouding his eyes. He seems to be pleading with his eyes.
who are you
The air around him seems heavy and an aura that doesn't fit in with others you've met and befriended. No, it seems different, almost sinister like. But facing this man who is in a lot of pain and having trouble staying upright looks like he's telling the truth. What would you do? You can't decide if you want to leave the man to die on his own or lend him a helping shoulder and perhaps help him tend to his wounds. What do you want to do?
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First one to TRACK! XD Nice
*isstruckwithawe* THIS IS
THIS IS SOOO ELEGANT AND AWESOME!!!! XDDDD -track-
track
Zanary- It is Orochimaru from
Bayleen- Thank you.
faunet- Thank you for the track.
Must track this with love
And the Pretzil moo'ed
D<
Sakafur-
Pret- Damnit. GTFO. No mooing here.
8D
Track, I love the title of
Tracking for the sake of
Pret- >:C Ily anyway. Snow-
Snow- Thank you, it's a title of one of my favorite songs.
theswan- Orly. Thanks for the track anyway.
It's one of my favorite songs
Damn. I invite you to a world
Damn. I invite you to a world where there is no such thing as time, this immediately reminded me of where Oro is currently residing, trapped within an eternal genjustu and that tef maybe is that genjutsu. /nerd
I'm not much of a role player in text, and I don't like fan characters that much, but this has caught my interest anyway.
Saosin- Hah, thank you. :] I