Silhouettes. Beneath a crescent moon, a fearless mind was a bold one and a bold one was a foolish one, all the same—Silhouettes trailed, with a hellbent and narrow beating heart left to pursuit. Patience and wits were spent well within her stay in the village, between the therapy, an obedient student and a crazed fiend in sheep’s clothing, her mornings as well as late evenings were surveillance in disguise of exploration for flowers, bugs and views of the village she happened to be owned by. As a sheep, she was naive and cheerful, her mornings were defined as following the herd, academy sessions and after school, her free time was spent among the alleyways, city streets and undoubtedly, sky diving off cliffs into lakes with minor wounds to show from that—To the eyes mostly watching with report formed in hand, the sheep was obedient in attempts to be a normal girl with a normal life. Expect, a mask was a mask for a reason, she didn’t mind removing some of her flesh with it too. Within her habits of a fiend, those innocent childish behaviors were nothing more than her successful attempts to dance between the hues that watched her, within her innocent exploration, she had been scouting out the location of her goals and the centerpiece was the grounds of becoming an ANBU…
Stuck to a pattern for those a bit clever, those with hues that could spot the smallest of lies and pretending, she was witty enough to already have a counter... Perhaps twice, once or not a chance within her week of the year she spent, she would explore a bit farther with a single goal in mind—Scouting out the location of her centerpiece. Sometimes were mountain flower picking, some days were following a trail, awhile another were simply catching the highest view of the village and with a sureness to skip around and dare not to get close the tunnel ways the shadows of society used. On the rare sight, something she was able to spot more clearly out of some of their habits, she could manage to take notice of an Anbu or two, cutting off her exploration that day and picking it up another, just to move to another location within fragment of a mile radius. It took time, but she managed well.
Needn’t to ask, the concerned and ill thoughts of her therapists surely resented the idea and undoubtedly denied such a desire that would to become an Anbu and thus, she concealed herself more and danced harder than ever around their questions—Muted, always. She murmured words, everso rarely and sometimes, those words only resulted in something more of misunderstanding or this itching feeling inside her transforming into clawing… Supposedly, that was why Yuii was chosen to take her as a student, someone she met up earlier that day too. Maybe. That’s why… Panahime choose to force her steps a bit more carelessly than normal.
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An inch short of midnight. Caressing against the ivory smooth cheek, the breeze whispered isolation as the moon allowed limited luminosity, allowing the petite frame of a little girl to lurk. Those once sapphire hues turned into cerulean with her pupils in the perfect narrow diamond—Caught among the grace of the moon, as her body was consumed by the shadows. Silhouette donning masks ruffled the terrain with low murmurs of conversation as they performed some action against a stone wall of the mountainside cliff, causing the gentle sound of rocks grinding together to sing out and be heard quite well for the little girl within the distance. As the two silhouettes advanced in the narrow opening, the stone started to move back in place and without a second thought, not a single doubt nor a shiver in her step. Hopping out of the shadows, the darkness itself, the small frame of a girl leapt forward, squeezing between the closing stones with almost crushing time—Luck had her side, she happened become a sandwich.
Wiggling out of the entry way. Panahime, the little girl, was greeted with darkness, pitch black with no light to guide her and surely those Anbu were already far ahead—Palm against a stone surface of a wall. Naturally, a genin fresh out of graduation would’ve been freaking out… Well… A Genin around her age wouldn’t have even attempted such a plan, let alone infiltrate a hideout belonging to specialized black operatives. Needlessly to say, she was attempting to not only sneak into such a hideout that homed dozens that could not only outrun her, but end her life faster than she could blink her eyes and that was putting it nicely. It sounded right, because that was what she was doing and wasn’t fazed with a lick of fear about the outcome.
Controlling her breathing to be gentle and quiet, despite shivering from the cold. Trailing her hand down the wall, all the way to the cold and damp floor, she patted the rough surface of the ground as she moved to her knees—Crawling along the ground seemed to be ideal due to being unable to see and she didn’t have echolocation. Uncomfortable for all it was forth, the rough ground grinded her palms and knees like sandpaper and for the most part, it was painful and that was a concept that was all apart of her body… Hardly her mind, pain to her was just the basis of living and she was well versed with it; pain was nagging that she ignored. And on change or chance, a spider or creature of some type crawled over her hand, which called her to stop for a moment and gently place it out of her path.
Losing the track of time, it felt like hours. As she moved forward within the cave temple, the rough stone ground steadily turned smooth, within the distance was a dim flicker of light. Crawling closer and closer to this light, she was able to take into note of the change of her surroundings. Turning the corner, her right hand lifted to guard her burning hues with the adjustment of lights that graced her. As she slowly dropped her hand. Once stone walls were simple walls made neat with designs, as the floor held a rustic design of sorts and before she could begin to get any farther of attempting to take in all the detail, possibly a path to go or a door to take… She heard footsteps nearing.
With a haste, she motioned to her feet and tugged herself into a small crack of a corner, hoping the shadow casted there was going to guard her—Sunk into the corner crack. Back against the wall and couched downward in a curled ball. She attempted allowed the shadows to consume her once again as she attempted to calm her cold shaking body as she waited for the footsteps to pass. Wonderful<i></i>, she thought.
Stuck to a pattern for those a bit clever, those with hues that could spot the smallest of lies and pretending, she was witty enough to already have a counter... Perhaps twice, once or not a chance within her week of the year she spent, she would explore a bit farther with a single goal in mind—Scouting out the location of her centerpiece. Sometimes were mountain flower picking, some days were following a trail, awhile another were simply catching the highest view of the village and with a sureness to skip around and dare not to get close the tunnel ways the shadows of society used. On the rare sight, something she was able to spot more clearly out of some of their habits, she could manage to take notice of an Anbu or two, cutting off her exploration that day and picking it up another, just to move to another location within fragment of a mile radius. It took time, but she managed well.
Needn’t to ask, the concerned and ill thoughts of her therapists surely resented the idea and undoubtedly denied such a desire that would to become an Anbu and thus, she concealed herself more and danced harder than ever around their questions—Muted, always. She murmured words, everso rarely and sometimes, those words only resulted in something more of misunderstanding or this itching feeling inside her transforming into clawing… Supposedly, that was why Yuii was chosen to take her as a student, someone she met up earlier that day too. Maybe. That’s why… Panahime choose to force her steps a bit more carelessly than normal.
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An inch short of midnight. Caressing against the ivory smooth cheek, the breeze whispered isolation as the moon allowed limited luminosity, allowing the petite frame of a little girl to lurk. Those once sapphire hues turned into cerulean with her pupils in the perfect narrow diamond—Caught among the grace of the moon, as her body was consumed by the shadows. Silhouette donning masks ruffled the terrain with low murmurs of conversation as they performed some action against a stone wall of the mountainside cliff, causing the gentle sound of rocks grinding together to sing out and be heard quite well for the little girl within the distance. As the two silhouettes advanced in the narrow opening, the stone started to move back in place and without a second thought, not a single doubt nor a shiver in her step. Hopping out of the shadows, the darkness itself, the small frame of a girl leapt forward, squeezing between the closing stones with almost crushing time—Luck had her side, she happened become a sandwich.
Wiggling out of the entry way. Panahime, the little girl, was greeted with darkness, pitch black with no light to guide her and surely those Anbu were already far ahead—Palm against a stone surface of a wall. Naturally, a genin fresh out of graduation would’ve been freaking out… Well… A Genin around her age wouldn’t have even attempted such a plan, let alone infiltrate a hideout belonging to specialized black operatives. Needlessly to say, she was attempting to not only sneak into such a hideout that homed dozens that could not only outrun her, but end her life faster than she could blink her eyes and that was putting it nicely. It sounded right, because that was what she was doing and wasn’t fazed with a lick of fear about the outcome.
Controlling her breathing to be gentle and quiet, despite shivering from the cold. Trailing her hand down the wall, all the way to the cold and damp floor, she patted the rough surface of the ground as she moved to her knees—Crawling along the ground seemed to be ideal due to being unable to see and she didn’t have echolocation. Uncomfortable for all it was forth, the rough ground grinded her palms and knees like sandpaper and for the most part, it was painful and that was a concept that was all apart of her body… Hardly her mind, pain to her was just the basis of living and she was well versed with it; pain was nagging that she ignored. And on change or chance, a spider or creature of some type crawled over her hand, which called her to stop for a moment and gently place it out of her path.
Losing the track of time, it felt like hours. As she moved forward within the cave temple, the rough stone ground steadily turned smooth, within the distance was a dim flicker of light. Crawling closer and closer to this light, she was able to take into note of the change of her surroundings. Turning the corner, her right hand lifted to guard her burning hues with the adjustment of lights that graced her. As she slowly dropped her hand. Once stone walls were simple walls made neat with designs, as the floor held a rustic design of sorts and before she could begin to get any farther of attempting to take in all the detail, possibly a path to go or a door to take… She heard footsteps nearing.
With a haste, she motioned to her feet and tugged herself into a small crack of a corner, hoping the shadow casted there was going to guard her—Sunk into the corner crack. Back against the wall and couched downward in a curled ball. She attempted allowed the shadows to consume her once again as she attempted to calm her cold shaking body as she waited for the footsteps to pass. Wonderful<i></i>, she thought.