It had been a long trek, the cold and bitter wind chipped at the very core of the soul.
The snow seemed almost sticky to the touch, the goggles were covered with snow, and it seemed like the storm wouldn't come to a halt any time soon.
At the side of the mountain he walked ever so slowly. With each step it felt like the flesh of his legs were being devoured, with every step the pain of the cold increased. He bit his lips and teeth together in frustration.
He should have listened to the winds and made camp further down, but his excitement took the better of him, and he stepped right into the hot-pan of trouble.
The eyes of his could barely see the hands in front of him, the black overcoat covering his upper body wasn't thick enough to handle the bitterness of the cold winds when the snow storm hits.
The dreadlocked hair was packed in a tightly fit hat, his head was getting cold, and his dreadlocks seemed almost as stiff as the Kunai packed in his shoulderbag, he pinched his eyes together to try and see ahead of himself through the thick snow. "There!" It was difficult, but his eyes spotted only a few meters in front of himself a black opening, a cave on the mountainside.
He climbed the few extra meters with a hastened pace, taking his first steps in hours onto solid ground, (or stone in this case) which wasn't covered by snow. He felt a great relief from his legs, the searing pain from the cold wind had taken its toll. As he walked further in, scanning the area around to see if there was anything else to note. None, nothing other than a great cave going deeper into the mountain, and a strange sensation of warmth emitting from deeper inside.
He took a step back and breathed heavily as he hit his coat and pants with his thick furred gloves, getting the heavy snow off of his clothes.
He stepped to the side and saw a small hill of snow where he just had been standing, he must've dragged it all inside. He pulled off his hat and let his tightly packed dreadlocks tied into a ponytail stick out from the back of his head. Pulling his goggles slightly and let it sit tightly on the top of his forehead he felt a great relief of freedom of movement.
Then he began walking further into the cave in preparation for whatever he might find inside, Activating his Byakugan as he walked calmly, with a steady step, he kept peeking and scanning to all sides with his eyes. He was ready. He opened his sleeves slightly, clipped it open, preparing to pull out the Kunais packed in the Kunai holsters tied tightly around his lower arm, he was ready to stick in his hand in and pull out a Kunai.
His every step, calm and confident, his breathing steady, eyes almost glowing of eagerness to discover the hidden treasures awaiting inside, his hands holding steady, no shaking was evident he was essentially ready for anything.
After a few minutes of continued walking he began to see light emitting further into the cave, and a strange sound, slightly resembling running water. The warmth had steadily increased, as he continued to walk further in. He reached a small opening, leaned down, and walked with quick steps into the area beyond.
Suddenly he found himself in a beautiful oval like room, with rocky walls surrounding him, the ground beneath him was flat and clean cut, like the floor had been grounded with sandpaper, and most surprising of all it was warm to the touch.
On the sides by the walls, small spokes of solid rock stuck out, like it had poked through the floor in an instant and simply stayed there.
In the middle of the room a small pond was sitting, undisturbed from the raging snowstorm just a few meters outside, the pond was large enough on the far end making it seem like the water originated from beyond the wall, the water seemed calm.
The sound of running water could be heard from beyond the wall, the pond wasn't heightening or lowering, it almost seemed as if a form of serenity, a balance in the elements had found it's place right here in this very room. A form of perfection in a way.
The roomed seemed calming to Keiji, and him standing in here with all his heavy, and warm clothes, it felt too warm, a pellet of sweat escaped the pores next to his right eye, making him decide to set up camp in the cave-like room.
He pulled off his jacket and furred gloves; packed it tightly together and placed it to the side.
He sat himself on the warm flat surfaced floor, it was a strange sight and feeling to say it lightly, sitting in the strange room, he sat himself in seiza, and decided to meditate in the calm room, it seemed spiritual. So any opportunity to calm his mind nerves he always took it to himself to meditate, even if his mind had lately been filled with darkness, grim thoughts, and frustrations.
His past had been a continued nagging issue upon his mind, the endless mass of corpses dissected, the teammates lost in missions, the deaths surrounding him, destruction and terror, meditation seemed like a proper momentary escape from the dreams and world he finds himself in.
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[Contract Beast Search]
Primary Search - Lizard
Secondary Search - Canine
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