There was a place in the land of lightning within the boundaries of the village that was an excellent place for lost things. People got lost here all the time, which is why the Inuzuka patrol the forest on a regular basis in search of people. They’d been dealing with some odd occurances in the forest lately. Some of the predators of the woodlands had been removed from their homes. It seemed that there was some kind of super predator in the woods that was hunting bears and scarring packs of wild dogs from their dens. Yet there wasn’t any hint to their noses what this predator could be. Only the acknowledgement that there was a lost girl somewhere in here because her scent was all over the place.
Komora was older now. She was 12 years old now. She was taller as puberty began to hit her, her hips began to flare out and gentle swelling had begun in her chest. She was a female after all, and nature intended to prepare her body for motherhood. What nature could have no part in controlling was just how wild the girl had become from her time in the forest. Her hair was long, uncut. Naturally it was a greyish blue color in a similar hue to the blue tints of the Blood Mochizuki’s hair. Befor she had begun her exile her hair had been dyed blond. Now the blonde was a dirty red color, having thoroughly been dyed red with the blood of the creatures she had killed. The roots of her hair were a different shade, but in the end the red still won over the light shade of teal that tried to pull from her roots.
Her clothing was humble - her torso was wrapped in dirty bandages. A dark bear skin was wrapped on her shoulders like a shawl, and a larger piece of skin war wrapped about her waist like a skirt. Her teeth and nails had become sharp, and she smelled every bit like a wild animal. From the way she devoured beasts raw her breath had begun to smell like death itself. Komora was every bit as of a wild animal as the rest of the creatures that had lived here in the forest.
Lately she had taken to living with a pack of wild cats. They weren’t cougars, or any proud breed of great cat. They were just random house cats that had no where to live. None of the cats were of the same breed, but Komora had somehow ended up as part of the pack. She wasn’t even their leader. She was just kinda there. Including Komora they were six in total.
Each day was a struggle for the pack. Komora didn’t really think anything about the pack, but they followed her around for protection, as she would confront predators and other fell beasts.
She crawled out of the den today and decided to find her way back to where she had begun her tenure in the forest. She found the kunai she had stuck into a stump when she talked to Gin all that time ago as she declared that she would never use her kunai again. Then she found the hutt she had been living in until she started living with the pack of dogs instead. Junan had left her green beans in the past and she had done her best to plant them and turn them into plants, but that didn’t work out very well.
In the end the plants just die under Komora’s neglectful hands, but that didn’t stop her from remembering that she was supposed to be caring for them every now and then. Like for example where she was cradling water in skin and pouring it onto the dead stalks while humming happily to herself. The cats just looked around curiously as she did so. The expressed curiosity in what she was doing, but mostly they were hungry and were hoping that Komora would kill something for them soon so that they could eat. Then a snap.
Komora dropped the water skin. Water soaked into the hard soil as Komora crouched down on all fours as she hid in a bush. The cats also jumped from their perches and found places to hide. Once tabby cat scrambled up a tree where his golden eyes peaked out from the shadows of the brambles at the intruder.
Komora was older now. She was 12 years old now. She was taller as puberty began to hit her, her hips began to flare out and gentle swelling had begun in her chest. She was a female after all, and nature intended to prepare her body for motherhood. What nature could have no part in controlling was just how wild the girl had become from her time in the forest. Her hair was long, uncut. Naturally it was a greyish blue color in a similar hue to the blue tints of the Blood Mochizuki’s hair. Befor she had begun her exile her hair had been dyed blond. Now the blonde was a dirty red color, having thoroughly been dyed red with the blood of the creatures she had killed. The roots of her hair were a different shade, but in the end the red still won over the light shade of teal that tried to pull from her roots.
Her clothing was humble - her torso was wrapped in dirty bandages. A dark bear skin was wrapped on her shoulders like a shawl, and a larger piece of skin war wrapped about her waist like a skirt. Her teeth and nails had become sharp, and she smelled every bit like a wild animal. From the way she devoured beasts raw her breath had begun to smell like death itself. Komora was every bit as of a wild animal as the rest of the creatures that had lived here in the forest.
Lately she had taken to living with a pack of wild cats. They weren’t cougars, or any proud breed of great cat. They were just random house cats that had no where to live. None of the cats were of the same breed, but Komora had somehow ended up as part of the pack. She wasn’t even their leader. She was just kinda there. Including Komora they were six in total.
Each day was a struggle for the pack. Komora didn’t really think anything about the pack, but they followed her around for protection, as she would confront predators and other fell beasts.
She crawled out of the den today and decided to find her way back to where she had begun her tenure in the forest. She found the kunai she had stuck into a stump when she talked to Gin all that time ago as she declared that she would never use her kunai again. Then she found the hutt she had been living in until she started living with the pack of dogs instead. Junan had left her green beans in the past and she had done her best to plant them and turn them into plants, but that didn’t work out very well.
In the end the plants just die under Komora’s neglectful hands, but that didn’t stop her from remembering that she was supposed to be caring for them every now and then. Like for example where she was cradling water in skin and pouring it onto the dead stalks while humming happily to herself. The cats just looked around curiously as she did so. The expressed curiosity in what she was doing, but mostly they were hungry and were hoping that Komora would kill something for them soon so that they could eat. Then a snap.
Komora dropped the water skin. Water soaked into the hard soil as Komora crouched down on all fours as she hid in a bush. The cats also jumped from their perches and found places to hide. Once tabby cat scrambled up a tree where his golden eyes peaked out from the shadows of the brambles at the intruder.