Broken [Exiting Country]

[Kari]

The dead wood provided no help against the unrelenting sun and its heat; the bodies were cooking. They had been for too long now: the scent could not be masked, the bodies could not be protected. The wind carried on its gales the decay, the death, the knowledge that there was a meal here. Their vociferous cries never ceased; they were always present, waiting for their prey to relax their attention for but a single moment.

They couldn't stop it. It had been too long; if there was any feeling she knew, it was this fatigue - the strain on the body, how each movement felt lagged and feeble. She couldn't preserve herself, or the other any longer. Was this the hopeless that came with death? Was this despair? She could break, but could she die?

How long had it been?

Concentrating slipped, the body fell limp just as she had back in that old city: the second body that had been with her for so many years. She appeared as though she had died weeks ago; the smell would have been nauseating for any other, it was the decay of half a decade. Perhaps she was just the same. The body's skin was tight and in parts sullen. Chakra could only slow the decay, not stop it completely; the two were dead, had always been. They were dolls. They were puppets. They were corpses.

Why did it matter?

The body was a feast on an earthen platter for anything around. They didn't wait long. There were four of them, the disgusting bipedal lizards. They ignored her and charged for her counterpart. The collapsed body was torn before she could react to them. They had followed her for as long as she had been out here, as long as she had been vulnerable. She was no more than what the four were devouring: a feast; she was simply meat. In equal force, one of the beasts was sliced cleanly from a charged wind, much like a fine blade. Matter fell from its mouth as its body fell atop the puppet. Attention was turned to her.

What was death, really?

The two that were not preoccupied with the broken body turned to her. Saliva spewed from their mouths with their hostile snarls. One charged at her, she didn't avoid it, the teeth sank into the corpse's arm and continued to charge forward into one of the trees. At the point of collision, the body stopped but the beast had not; the arm was torn from the body. The other continued the assault from there. There was no defense that could be had.

It was stasis.

She was broken, another corpse hidden away in the vast lands. The bodies would decay, but Kari would not. She had no being, she was a core. An element which could be placed into a person and wear it as a skin just as any other would wear clothing. It was sleep, for her. She was already dead - she had died with her home country. But this wasn't the end. Time mattered not.<i></i>

WC: 522
OOC: Would have done this in outer Earth Country, but the areas aren't available anymore, but that's where this was supposed to be taking place.​

 

[Kari]

Time did not matter. Time was a created thing, an observed thing - a thing for the living. Their time was managed like a banker managing each coin of a trade. A moment now was a moment they lost later. Death was liberating; death freed you from the chains of time; you perceived nothing. You were aware of nothing. Forever was an instant. Time is an unconquerable beast: powerful beyond belief, deceitful and sly. All who attempted to claim it are eventually claimed by it. All who hide from it are found. All who trick it are devoured. But that was for the living.

Time is nothing.

---

There were three of them. It was supposed to be an easy mission, something to teach the kids. It was their first time outside of the walls, and it was his hundredth. It was a scouting mission, observing the area and ensuring there wasn't anything out of the unusual. They were in the petrified forest.

"What's that smell?" one called out, visibly disgusted. Beasts never made their way this way, as there wasn't much in the way for food for anything to survive this environment.

"Its probably a rotting animal," the older of the three returned, grumbling. "If you can find it, we'll end this here and we can head back."

A shriek. "Kurou," the youngest cried, calling out to their leader, "there's a body!"

---

It was quick. A hand was placed on the core - on the true body of the Isaki. How he died was unceremoniously; how he managed to claim the body of the eldest of the three was something he couldn't know. The blast of chakra poisoned the man.
Sight was the first thing to return to him; the dull colours of the earth hadn't changed in whatever amount of time had passed. There were two bodies running frantically; he could have caught them and stopped them if he had cared.

It was a new body for the Isaki. It was a new puppet. It was Kurou.

"Now, where to go from here," the voice came out weak. The body had no feeling; none had since he had lost his original, however this one was far closer to what he should have been in both gender and age. It wouldn't take much to believe it was truly the corpse of Isaki Karurosu. He could work with this, he had to.

From here, he continued on his trek.

WC: 410
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