[ 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 ] + reverse — Mitsuki attempts to stab Kadia || @silverfaxg
The cicadas hummed their hymn in the late Summer evening. A roaring sound near similar to natural static, near maddening to a passive listener.
Mitsuki stood in the middle of the forest floor, his engulfed in spirals of blue and white. His skin scales, features unnaturally animalistic, he stood in step with his sage. This form took talent to tame. The natural restraints of the sentient brain strains under the immense chakra pressure, the mental battle of retaining a semblance of humanity in this state.
It was fine. Would be fine. He was alone for this purpose to master the power, since he seldom had chance to within the confines of the village.
Small, tiny steps— he could hear the faintest crunch of a fallen leaf and before his eyes needed to register the world, his body had taken to the body stalking him. His arm forgone the tangle of snakes it could use and instead held fast to a kunai, the recently sharpened blade threatening the skin of a vulnerable belly. It pushed in enough to bead blood into the swallow groove of pressure, but no more; a threat first, and insurance for himself, second.
"K-" he coughed, those pupil-less eyes realigning with the familiar chakra signature and white hair beneath him," Kadia- what are you doing?"