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 Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 9:05 pm
A place near the training area of Kirigakure, where water levels reach up to your knee. Long grasses grow here, along with some swamp trees. The vegetation is tightly packed and makes it easy to hide whether one were to bend down behind the tall grasses or climb up the twisted trees. Unless one were to be able to water walk, the splashes would attract all sorts of creatures including the feared alligators.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 8:56 am
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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx↳ 1715//1715cp Konin || Kirigakure || Seven Swordsmen "Kiba" xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxםяคɢσи ғคиɢ σғ тнє sтσям▄ ▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄ Ryumei moved through the swamp with the languid movements of a predator, yet with the elegance of a swan. She didn't have a destination in particular, she was simply moving through the motions. She liked the swamp. The dark, haunting aura that hung heavy over the area, the putrid vile life living beneath the musty water, the creepers swaying against the humid breeze with it's sharp claws poised as if to ensnare you in it's thorny grasp and never let go. Yep, she loved it here. It was always empty and the swarthy humidity was oddly refreshing. She swung from each branch primitively, instead of just simply jumping from each branch, she decided to take an alternative route and swing her way across the high waters on each creeper branch, aided by the cicada's dry chirps and sounds of the other creatures living in the swamp.
Sharply, with the one hand she had been using to swing with, she let go and swung towards the next branch which was the last with a small grunt, and flipped herself around upon contact and landed softly atop the branch on both feet. She took a deep breath. The swamp was dead still, nothing dared move to break the trecherous silence, yet the creatures still sung their songs in a low, dim symphony. She was totally unphased by it. It had stopped being creepy to her a long time ago. Oddly enough, it was always dark in the swamp. Probably because the creepers and moulded trees arched over the swamp like a protective barrier expelling all sources of light, instead reflecting a dim glow of washed out light. She sighed, and sat down of the branch, one leg dangling. She had nothing else to do, infact she was rather bored. With her right hand, she reached up on her back and pulled her left sword from it's holster, one of the legendary Kiba swords. They needed a slight tune up. Admiringly, she ran her hand slowly down the thin blade, then put it back in it's holster again.
She stood up on the branch, one hand rested on the moudly trunk the branch was attached to. She jumped down, avoiding the swampy pit of water and just about landing on the mushy ground. She sat down an began to meditate. The noises swarming around her were somewhat soothing, yet everything else was still and calm. She would wait awhile before leaving, seeing if there was something she could do. She had too much time on her hands. Technically, since she was a member of the Seven Swordsmen, they were classified as rogue. She never considered herself rogue. To her it was a fool's game. After a while of meditating, she got up, dusted herself off, and decided to go look for D. She hadn't seen him in a while, so she'd go pay a visit before doing duties around the village.
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Techniques Used: ~
Passive Jutsu: Mokuhi [ Keep Silent ] -The ninja has come to realize the fruits of his efforts. His training has finally paid off, and whether he realizes it or not, his footsteps no longer make noise, no matter what surface he walks on. However, running still makes a very, very light patter.
Ryo: 500
AC: 50,550
OOC: ~
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