Darkness enveloped the sands as night had fallen hours ago, the moon managing to give a pleasant silver sheen to the dunes as slow, heavy footfalls sunk into the sand, every step got closer to the walls surrounding the village. Her legs dragged slightly as she pushed on through the aches and exhaustion, having been walking for what felt like weeks since her last stop. Her body was barely more than a walking corpse as the atrophy from her trials had eaten away at her physical body for the past four years, whilst she was stuck, maintaining, fixing, and bolstering herself mentally, it's a shock she even managed to get back to the village in as timely a manner as she did, all be it a shell of her former self.
Teke tired, golden eyes never removed themselves from the beautiful gates of Sungakure, they were a sight she'd been longing for and it was so close now, but in reality, she would barely be a blip on the horizon to the naked eye of anyone standing guard. The only things running through the woman's head were the people she'd essentially abandoned, her family and friends, and even the village itself, she had sworn to be one of its protectors yet she'd abandoned them due to her own lack of strength and understanding of her own powers. It hadn't been quick or simple for Teke to learn how to purge her body of the tainted blood flowing within her and she had nearly died a dozen times over in her self-inflicted exile, but finally, it had worked, the Youkai had no influence on her anymore, though in doing so it had a massive effect on her body, her chakra circulatory system had been practically removed and rebuilt slowly, agonizingly over time and it had left some mental scars on the young lady for certain.
More time passed and before long Teke would come into visual range of the gates and would offer the first real look at her current appearance and it was anything but a pretty sight. Her blonde hair was overgrown and disheveled from the years of not taking care of it coupled with the dry desert winds. Her face and most of her body and clothes in fact were covered in sweat, dirt, and grime that might even be old, dried blood of unknown origin. Her clothes were dripping off of her skinny body and filled with rips and tears, even the heavy leather jacket she wore was battered through simply being abused for years. Most strikingly would be the left arm or rather lack of, which simply consisted of a dirtily bandaged stump, her robotic prosthesis having long worn away and broken down, though she still carried it in her small, makeshift cloth rucksack, just in case leaving it to be found and "analyzed" was a bad thing.
She just kept on moving as she entered the gates, not wishing to stop and wait for someone to come greet or interrogate her, to the point she reached into her one functioning pocked and pulled out the metallic plate from her headband, minus the cloth as that had been used elsewhere along the way. Hopefully, that was enough for them to see she was from the village. A small smile would form on her face though, as she saw the interior of the village once again, it had been far too long.
"Finally, back home..." She said softly to herself.
[WC - 579]
Teke tired, golden eyes never removed themselves from the beautiful gates of Sungakure, they were a sight she'd been longing for and it was so close now, but in reality, she would barely be a blip on the horizon to the naked eye of anyone standing guard. The only things running through the woman's head were the people she'd essentially abandoned, her family and friends, and even the village itself, she had sworn to be one of its protectors yet she'd abandoned them due to her own lack of strength and understanding of her own powers. It hadn't been quick or simple for Teke to learn how to purge her body of the tainted blood flowing within her and she had nearly died a dozen times over in her self-inflicted exile, but finally, it had worked, the Youkai had no influence on her anymore, though in doing so it had a massive effect on her body, her chakra circulatory system had been practically removed and rebuilt slowly, agonizingly over time and it had left some mental scars on the young lady for certain.
More time passed and before long Teke would come into visual range of the gates and would offer the first real look at her current appearance and it was anything but a pretty sight. Her blonde hair was overgrown and disheveled from the years of not taking care of it coupled with the dry desert winds. Her face and most of her body and clothes in fact were covered in sweat, dirt, and grime that might even be old, dried blood of unknown origin. Her clothes were dripping off of her skinny body and filled with rips and tears, even the heavy leather jacket she wore was battered through simply being abused for years. Most strikingly would be the left arm or rather lack of, which simply consisted of a dirtily bandaged stump, her robotic prosthesis having long worn away and broken down, though she still carried it in her small, makeshift cloth rucksack, just in case leaving it to be found and "analyzed" was a bad thing.
She just kept on moving as she entered the gates, not wishing to stop and wait for someone to come greet or interrogate her, to the point she reached into her one functioning pocked and pulled out the metallic plate from her headband, minus the cloth as that had been used elsewhere along the way. Hopefully, that was enough for them to see she was from the village. A small smile would form on her face though, as she saw the interior of the village once again, it had been far too long.
"Finally, back home..." She said softly to herself.
[WC - 579]
