This is my first time writing any fanfic, and the first time I write something descriptive since high school. It has my style of slow and deliberate, I hope you can appreciate my work. Constructive criticism is welcome.
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Another sunset.
He had always preferred to travel by moonlight. He had a home no longer, a nomad in search for the answer to the impossible question, what is our purpose in life?
He gets up from the makeshift bed he had made earlier in the day. Brushes off some twigs and spring seedlings that had clung to him after being blown so gently during the day onto his black clothing.
?Freakin? nature??
He groans as he picks off all the little seeds that stick to his garments and hair like Velcro.
Moving along under the radiance of the moon high above him gives him a sense of calm. As if all the rays of the moon soothe his weary, battle-hardened eyes, not like the sun whose light burns into his retinas.
The stars were always a welcome sight, for years had he been a vagabond, the stars being his sole asylum from all that ails him. It is in the celestial beyond that he remembers the previous owner of his heart, the woman who had once been his raison d'?tre.
His damp cheek gradually evaporates in the warm air. Not a motion from him to wipe his tears, nobody was around to see them so he conceded to his emotions that he had sealed in himself for so long.
It was not his way to let emotions get the better of him. It had been years since the night his joy had been taken from him. The night when the moon held high and bright in the night sky as the streets below ran thick with crimson as his fellow villagers were slaughtered. He did not know as to why it was done.
His life, driven by love and compassion, had converted to hate and revenge. A heart once untainted had turned black.
Moving through the wilderness, existing in body and mind, absent in spirit, he moves as if he were more of an entity and less of human, a hallowed out shell of his former self. He depreciates this fact in his mind as just being a part of the way of the ninja. Although deep in his consciousness, a feeble voice refutes this mentality by whispering, ?Even a shinobi has a meaning to their life.?
Walking through the forest for hours, a hunger begins to consume him.
?Where?s an animal already? Rabbit would be good right around now.?
His stomach growling for nourishment, he clasps his hand together with fingers pointed. He puts his mind to the shadows that envelop the woods around him. His shadows elongate into gangly tendrils that peek and prod the nooks, notches and burrows along the forest floor. Navigating through the shrubs and around the greenery lit only by the ethereal moonlight. He investigates a promising burrow and then he grins slyly with his eyes closed, still focused on his task.
He retracts one of the lengthy shadow arms and brings it closer. In its fist, a hare held up by its neck. The leg still violently twitching in a futile attempt to release itself, his grin grows wider still.
~CRCK~
The leg now hangs lifeless, dangling. He pauses for a moment, for a second thinking of the similarities between him and the hare in its current state.
Just as swiftly however, he is reminded of his stomachs demands and prepares a fire.
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Another sunset.
He had always preferred to travel by moonlight. He had a home no longer, a nomad in search for the answer to the impossible question, what is our purpose in life?
He gets up from the makeshift bed he had made earlier in the day. Brushes off some twigs and spring seedlings that had clung to him after being blown so gently during the day onto his black clothing.
?Freakin? nature??
He groans as he picks off all the little seeds that stick to his garments and hair like Velcro.
Moving along under the radiance of the moon high above him gives him a sense of calm. As if all the rays of the moon soothe his weary, battle-hardened eyes, not like the sun whose light burns into his retinas.
The stars were always a welcome sight, for years had he been a vagabond, the stars being his sole asylum from all that ails him. It is in the celestial beyond that he remembers the previous owner of his heart, the woman who had once been his raison d'?tre.
His damp cheek gradually evaporates in the warm air. Not a motion from him to wipe his tears, nobody was around to see them so he conceded to his emotions that he had sealed in himself for so long.
It was not his way to let emotions get the better of him. It had been years since the night his joy had been taken from him. The night when the moon held high and bright in the night sky as the streets below ran thick with crimson as his fellow villagers were slaughtered. He did not know as to why it was done.
His life, driven by love and compassion, had converted to hate and revenge. A heart once untainted had turned black.
Moving through the wilderness, existing in body and mind, absent in spirit, he moves as if he were more of an entity and less of human, a hallowed out shell of his former self. He depreciates this fact in his mind as just being a part of the way of the ninja. Although deep in his consciousness, a feeble voice refutes this mentality by whispering, ?Even a shinobi has a meaning to their life.?
Walking through the forest for hours, a hunger begins to consume him.
?Where?s an animal already? Rabbit would be good right around now.?
His stomach growling for nourishment, he clasps his hand together with fingers pointed. He puts his mind to the shadows that envelop the woods around him. His shadows elongate into gangly tendrils that peek and prod the nooks, notches and burrows along the forest floor. Navigating through the shrubs and around the greenery lit only by the ethereal moonlight. He investigates a promising burrow and then he grins slyly with his eyes closed, still focused on his task.
He retracts one of the lengthy shadow arms and brings it closer. In its fist, a hare held up by its neck. The leg still violently twitching in a futile attempt to release itself, his grin grows wider still.
~CRCK~
The leg now hangs lifeless, dangling. He pauses for a moment, for a second thinking of the similarities between him and the hare in its current state.
Just as swiftly however, he is reminded of his stomachs demands and prepares a fire.
