There is a time for war, a time for peace. A time for love, a time for hate. A time for lies.
And a time for truth.
A storm gathered over the albino’s head as he tentatively walked through the narrow crag towards what he had been told was the village hidden in the Clouds. Kumogakure. The great stone walls, hundreds of meters high loomed dangerously above him, reminding that despite his own self-assurance that he was, for all intents and purposes, nothing. The humility that the mountains gave to an individual was enlightening, thus why his own family village sat perched on the side of another mountain, far away. But this… this was something else.
Dragon’s Tooth Pass.
It was a superb defensive layout, enabling the defenders of Kumogakure to see intruders long before they arrived within striking distance, and even then the sheer walls to either side prevented any easy maneuvering or tactical advantage from the attackers position. As Migoya moved forward he could see the looming gates of the village proper and the alert sentinels at work, and felt a twinge of apprehension.
For he was a wanted man.
A crack of thunder accompanied the blistering cold rain as the storms began to gather more fiercely - a true welcome to the land of lightning it seemed. Migoya pulled up his fur-lined robe in an attempt to keep out the cold. Crimson eyes watched the water cascade down the walls either side of him, knowing that it would be difficult at the best of times to scale such a surface, but now would be nigh impossible. His erstwhile companion, Mikki, hid next to his other ‘pet’, Barry, in a large pocket in his robe, their silence rather odd. Mikki had told him that it was a stupid idea to speak to the people of Kumo rather than sneak in like they had in Suna, but something told Migoya that these people were… different.
He would be right, or he’d be dead.
Migoya approached the main gates, his hands clearly visible and his demeanour one of a person not intending to be hostile. In his pocket he had a passport, and strapped to his back a backpack full of supplies. Standing before the vast gates he stopped, looking for someone to talk to. His gaze rested on one of the gate guards.
“My apologies. May I inquire as to how to gain entry? I have not been here before and do not know the protocol.”
[Requesting Entry]
[WC: 407]
[MFT]
And a time for truth.
A storm gathered over the albino’s head as he tentatively walked through the narrow crag towards what he had been told was the village hidden in the Clouds. Kumogakure. The great stone walls, hundreds of meters high loomed dangerously above him, reminding that despite his own self-assurance that he was, for all intents and purposes, nothing. The humility that the mountains gave to an individual was enlightening, thus why his own family village sat perched on the side of another mountain, far away. But this… this was something else.
Dragon’s Tooth Pass.
It was a superb defensive layout, enabling the defenders of Kumogakure to see intruders long before they arrived within striking distance, and even then the sheer walls to either side prevented any easy maneuvering or tactical advantage from the attackers position. As Migoya moved forward he could see the looming gates of the village proper and the alert sentinels at work, and felt a twinge of apprehension.
For he was a wanted man.
A crack of thunder accompanied the blistering cold rain as the storms began to gather more fiercely - a true welcome to the land of lightning it seemed. Migoya pulled up his fur-lined robe in an attempt to keep out the cold. Crimson eyes watched the water cascade down the walls either side of him, knowing that it would be difficult at the best of times to scale such a surface, but now would be nigh impossible. His erstwhile companion, Mikki, hid next to his other ‘pet’, Barry, in a large pocket in his robe, their silence rather odd. Mikki had told him that it was a stupid idea to speak to the people of Kumo rather than sneak in like they had in Suna, but something told Migoya that these people were… different.
He would be right, or he’d be dead.
Migoya approached the main gates, his hands clearly visible and his demeanour one of a person not intending to be hostile. In his pocket he had a passport, and strapped to his back a backpack full of supplies. Standing before the vast gates he stopped, looking for someone to talk to. His gaze rested on one of the gate guards.
“My apologies. May I inquire as to how to gain entry? I have not been here before and do not know the protocol.”
[Requesting Entry]
[WC: 407]
[MFT]