Telros
07-06-2008, 02:02
The Outer Rim. A morbid and bitter place, where criminals and those seeking a new life went. Dansu Kenshi sought both. A missing-nin, S-ranked in the bingo books of all the villages, he was one whom had been branded a criminal and had come here on the run, seeking a new life. After several years of struggle, he had finally decided to escape and make his way here. After all, his cave in the Fire Country was too well-known and too many Rock shinobi had fallen to his blade in defense of it. He did not bear any hatred for the new attempts on his life; they did not know his side of the story, only the propaganda given to them by their village. So it was he had come to the this planet, he didn't care what its name was. He quickly found himself in the deep forest of the planet.
He had chosen a forested world, so as to give himself plenty of room for traps and the like. He found his favorite kind of dwelling, a cave. Easily defensible, as they had to come in to get him, and traps and his blade lay waiting. Soon enough, the first two hours in he had set up his normal field of traps and early warning markers. Now, he was setting about getting his cave more to his liking. He set the scrolls of his clan, his most important treasure, on one side of the floor. He looked over and saw a perfect stone bump, flat and long, to work as a bed. He put his blankets and pillow on it, and then set up the few pictures and posters around, to give it some life. He then set up his work "area" , where he repaired his weapons, clothing, and himself at times, with all the equipment he had. He'd have to go into town soon, to find mercenary work and more supplies. He looked out and saw the sun was dimming. His long cloak rippled behind him as the wind picked up. His blue eyes gazed out across the sky, tired and weary. He could only hope his pursuers did not follow him here. Otherwise, he would be forced to spill more blood, more blood to add to the ocean he had spilled so far. "At least Mom and Dad are safe...."
He turned back into his cave, and set his sword near his bed and laid down. He was going to rest now, but he would be sleeping lightly, reacting to anything that came for him.....
He had chosen a forested world, so as to give himself plenty of room for traps and the like. He found his favorite kind of dwelling, a cave. Easily defensible, as they had to come in to get him, and traps and his blade lay waiting. Soon enough, the first two hours in he had set up his normal field of traps and early warning markers. Now, he was setting about getting his cave more to his liking. He set the scrolls of his clan, his most important treasure, on one side of the floor. He looked over and saw a perfect stone bump, flat and long, to work as a bed. He put his blankets and pillow on it, and then set up the few pictures and posters around, to give it some life. He then set up his work "area" , where he repaired his weapons, clothing, and himself at times, with all the equipment he had. He'd have to go into town soon, to find mercenary work and more supplies. He looked out and saw the sun was dimming. His long cloak rippled behind him as the wind picked up. His blue eyes gazed out across the sky, tired and weary. He could only hope his pursuers did not follow him here. Otherwise, he would be forced to spill more blood, more blood to add to the ocean he had spilled so far. "At least Mom and Dad are safe...."
He turned back into his cave, and set his sword near his bed and laid down. He was going to rest now, but he would be sleeping lightly, reacting to anything that came for him.....