#v;naruto

[kxllerchainsxw]

@claygobs

He was never one to work with others. He could barely work well with his sister. But there was at least a certain level of respect that he had for her. When his employer informed him that he would not be the only one on this task, Giriko made sure that his opinion was well known. After a few well placed angry words, the brunet went off to sulk while he waited for his partner to meet up with him. If Arachne hadn't told him that he needed to do this, he would of simply left.

[immortalcoil]

@caerula-parma

*Cunning claws delicately keep hold of the others jawline but allows the Senju to keep hold of his black locks. A brazen move that would surely set flesh to fire and the torture of rot and being swallowed into his domain as punishment for doing something like that. But he gave special privilege to his dear treasures. Only those that had absolute permission to touch and bind the God. Onyx domains devilishly devour the other’s attributes deliciously soaking them into memory. Imperturbably he observes the wolf with attentive gaze listening to doting words.*

Perhaps it tis because I’ve been missing thee.

*Ever the vague riddler as he leaves the words open to interpretation for the wolf to dissect among his own time. What fun would it be to give away the mystery of the situations. He enjoyed the honest reactions the wolf offered when he caught him off guard. He devoured up the precious moment when the Senju came to realize just who it was bestowing affection and melting into the moment changing his expressions, demeanor, and dropping everything to apply attention to the deity. Those were savoring memories that would steep the loneliness of walking among his domain when the moment would be fleeting and his other duties pulled at his wanderlust. The fond memories he would look upon and play like a cinema in his mind as eyes find nostalgia in the diamonds against the black skies of night.*

[xjackdawx-blog]

Unlikely Meeting

Continued from here

@mooninthehiddenmist

The man shook his head, taking note of the mud and blood, but this wasn’t the reason he stared. Though it did now have his attention. Looked like he had been in quite the scrap just now. “I would hate to see the other guy.” The wanderer started, green eyes locking on the other’s. 

[xjackdawx-blog]

Unfamiliar Territory

@masshirohebi

It had been five years since Blake parted ways with his mentor Dinah. In his time traveling alone he had yet to travel around here. Now Blake had found himself wandering outside of the Otogakure.

For some reason he had a weird feeling about this place, but he got weird feelings about a lot of things. Or maybe it was because he was completely and totally lost. But this was not the first nor the last time he would ever be lost like this. Instead, sometimes it was just easier to set up camp and start over bright and early in the morning rather than get worked up and get himself even more lost.

“I can’t be too far from a village, and I am bound to run into someone eventually. .” He muttered to himself as he set his pack down on the ground.

[immortalcoil]

( @koukennin )

*There seemed to be a gentle sweeping breeze tinged with a slightly nippy bite as it shrouded across the muggy day and breathed between the trees. Labored breathing caused the deities ears to beckon the pleading shell for release. Words were choked off from the dying shinobi and all he could do was loom over the almost cold body and watch fearful eyes admit defeat and soften almost instantaneously. As if the angel of death was understood in this dying male's eyes. A harbinger of death, sweet release. He bends down on his knee allowing for his tail to halo his torso and talons encompass the glassy surface of the others cheeks. Pulse is barely glowing and the shinobi's lips purse as if to utter his last words but only a relieved hiss and breathe escapes the bars of his teeth and he's gone. Fingers reach into the breast pocket of the man as he pulls an identification card from it looking it over briefly before setting it in the shells hand and standing once more. Inked spheres glaze about the ribs of the trees watching as twilight eclipses the mid-afternoon and the moon is already swollen within the sky. Ears flicker not at the breeze but at the invisible reverberations calling out just to Hades. Eyes narrow and bow of horns turn ever so slightly so pale smirking tiers are visible from behind his shoulder.*

Hmm. Seems I've been found out.

[immortalcoil]

( @caerula-parma )

*Fire, embers, and smoke choked his lungs but it was also intoxicating to inhale. Though his lungs did not rise and fall like mortals he could still use his senses and found some life when he took in the scent of the earth around him. It was a familiar sensation that enveloped its nostalgic arms around the God. The sense of smell was replaced with the full weight of the wolf who was now against him getting comfortable as well. He held his weight with ease for despite being slim in appearance could split open a mountain with just the simple wave of his talon. But he would not part his gentle earth who was just as tired as they. He steals the wolfs warmth greedily harboring it for himself just to get a small window of what it would be like to be teamed with warm blood. His was frozen within the glass casing of his veins. Surely if someone disect him it would be a river of glistening rubies. His tail swivels and curls like a cat who is content and his long lashes hide the galaxies within his eyes which hold cascading meteor showers by now. The wolf himself smells of the charcoal wood after a lightning storm and even perhaps the herbs that wanted to cling to the fabric of his clothes as he passed by them.*

I've enough of dealing with the countless blood shed of other shinobi. The God of death may deal with sending the souls to me and I shall deal with them later.

[ashenregrets-blog]

About his Naruto verse: Since he is a missing-nin, why doesn't he have a slash through his forehead protector as is custom? Why a blank one?

I chose to put it as blank because I didn’t give his little village a symbol. He’s not from one of the big and his family is basically the only prominent ninjas from his town.

Although they practice the ninja arts - it’s more for their own practical purposes (of releasing blood) rather than to fight. Thus they usually stay out of wars and have never really needed to show other ninjas where they come from.

I’m not quite sure if this makes sense.

As for the slash - when he left his village, no one’s going to track him down as a deserter and try to kill him and such. If I remember correctly, the slash is used to indicate that they deserted but they also were able to evade/defeat the ninjas/anbu sent after them.

For Shiva, his case is just different. He has a forehead protector for the sole purpose of showing he is a ninja in all technical senses of the word but it’s blank because he’s not from any renown village.

I know in the series there were smaller villages that had their own symbol but since his family is the only ninjas in the village, they just chose to keep it blank. Well, I hope my explanation made sense/is okay with you c: