"Surgit, Tsuki, surgit..."
Wake up, Tsuki, wake up....
There was a stiff breeze visiting upon the village tonight, making an otherwise hot summer's night slightly more bearable. But within the confines of the Sazuki clan complex, the temperate had dropped by several more degrees as the young, twofold-minded student slept. A voice whispered to him from the darkness, ethereal and otherworldly, speaking in a language that sounded, with long vowels and sibilant syllables. The curse mark on the boy's shoulder seemed to react to the sound of it; it wouldn't activate, but if he let the cursed chakra inside of his body breach the surface of the seal, he would hear the words somehow translated inside of his head. If he opened his eyes, he would find the only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in through the window, and by its light, a black, abyssal mass was shifting, like a shadow given form. It rose up and something peered out from the black.
"Maledictio. Hoc olfacies possum... In nomine falsi dei portatis. Sed in me Jashin potestatem non habet."
The curse. I smell it on you... You carry it in the name of a false god. But Jashin holds no power over me.
Something reached out at Tsuki, a large, gnarled, clawed hand, composed of the very shadows themselves. It wrapped around Tsuki's throat, but the boy would feel nothing gripping him. The eyes however, came closer, almost nose to nose with the child.
"Scin' quid sim? Carnem iam non habitō..."
Do you know what I am? For I no longer inhabit the flesh....
Wake up, Tsuki, wake up....
There was a stiff breeze visiting upon the village tonight, making an otherwise hot summer's night slightly more bearable. But within the confines of the Sazuki clan complex, the temperate had dropped by several more degrees as the young, twofold-minded student slept. A voice whispered to him from the darkness, ethereal and otherworldly, speaking in a language that sounded, with long vowels and sibilant syllables. The curse mark on the boy's shoulder seemed to react to the sound of it; it wouldn't activate, but if he let the cursed chakra inside of his body breach the surface of the seal, he would hear the words somehow translated inside of his head. If he opened his eyes, he would find the only light in the room was the moonlight filtering in through the window, and by its light, a black, abyssal mass was shifting, like a shadow given form. It rose up and something peered out from the black.
"Maledictio. Hoc olfacies possum... In nomine falsi dei portatis. Sed in me Jashin potestatem non habet."
The curse. I smell it on you... You carry it in the name of a false god. But Jashin holds no power over me.
Something reached out at Tsuki, a large, gnarled, clawed hand, composed of the very shadows themselves. It wrapped around Tsuki's throat, but the boy would feel nothing gripping him. The eyes however, came closer, almost nose to nose with the child.
"Scin' quid sim? Carnem iam non habitō..."
Do you know what I am? For I no longer inhabit the flesh....