A/N: Hey! This is me [obviously] and I posting this up...well...cause I want to... And people were having trouble finding it on Quizilla. But, if you have read it, I changed some things here and there. Yeah, I do that. Big deal. Anyway...''. If there are any errors, anything that you would like to see done, Read, review and message me. I do not own Naruto or any of it's characters...But it would be sweet if I did. :p
...Now! On with my internal rants! [Somehow they start as rants but grow to be stories. Weird...] Have fun!
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Roars of pain and anguish tear through the peaceful night air. A monstrous form appears on the horizon line. The villagers scatter, fleeing to the shelter built in the shadow of the surrounding cliffs. The elite shinobi make haste to reach the spot of destruction. Arriving in four-man squads, they yield in fright. Standing over countless bodies of foreign ninja, a young girl chuckles. Almost four, she's the source of the bloody massacre. She subconsciously manipulates the soft, sandy mineral surrounding her body; taking the form of wolf ears and multiple tails as it spread. Her face is contorted into a mask of pain and rage. The creature shrieked and flew into the woods, leaving behind a raging fire and the corpses of her enemies strewn about a well kept yard.
Dodging low branches and the projectiles issued by her pursuers, the girl unknowingly crossed the border between hers and a neighboring country. She traveled until the sounds of pursuit faded. Crouching under a fallen tree, she struggled to contain the demon that caused all the destruction. Slowly, the sand shield and the blood lust retreated, the only thing left was a small scattering of sand, still protecting the child. Shivering and whimpering, she huddled under the rotting roots of the once great oak; clutching a worn, but well made stuffed bear. She roughly scrubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to wipe away the tears. The back of her hand came off colored crimson. She reached up and wiped it off, seeing it as not her own. Then, without warning, she was roughly hauled up by a strong pair of hands to the tree with a knife at her throat. The sand flared up, pulsing with anger. The dark sky opened and both were drenched within seconds.
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A/N: sorry it's so short. .||||