The night was quiet and peaceful, only disturbed by the careful, hushed movements of a young woman. Cloaked in a dark brown cape, hood covering her long, raven hair, she was hard to spot in between the trees. Kneeling on the soft ground she was digging mindfully around plants with a handheld spade, pulling up its root. She brushed the dirt off the surprisingly plump looking thing and held it up in the dim moonlight, before she nipped off the stem. Carefully placing the root in her pouch with the others, she looked down at the beautiful flowers, brows furrowing at its waste.
Nodding to herself she rose, straightening out wrinkles from her skirt. She had no desire to wreck havoc to the rare type of flower, and she had enough to last her for a while now. Coming this far out from civilization in the middle of the night was only due to this flower. In fact obtaining its root was the sole purpose of coming to this island. It grew only in very specific tropes, and its qualities was always the most abundant at night, the only time it would bloom.
Gathering the rest of her things she made to leave, just as the feeling of a presence nearby shot through her. Eyes subconsciously scanned the woods, even if she knew she would not be able to see its origin. Brows furrowed a little deeper, it felt animalistic, and it felt…. Predative. Yet, what made her uneasy wasn’t as much the potential of being hunted, as the fact that this was no animal. Murky as it was, this was the energy of a human.
Still feeling uncomfortable she tried shaking it off, maybe she was wrong, her skill with the Kenbunshoku Haki was not very refined after all, and it would be best to leave the place all together. Carefully watching her surroundings she started to leave, but froze at the abrupt noise of movements in the silent night.
