This be just a drabble sorry if it disapoints
Dance Of The Clouds
A man stood atop a sand dune watching the desert. His vibrant red hair lay messily on his head standing out against his pale skin. The man's brown eyes swept across the land before stopping on the remains of a village. The few remaining structures seemed to rise above the rest.
"Heh…I wonder if they know." the red head chuckled.
"Danna are you coming or not un?" A voice called out from behind another hill sounding impatient.
"In a minute Deidara." He called back. The other stayed silent apparently satisfied by the answer. The red head turned back facing the village. Many of the walls and buildings were destroyed scorch marks marred the city and the dead lay in it's streets. Their expressions frozen in horror.
"This is only the beginning." He whispered a sick smile on his face. "Let's go Deidara."
He strode away turning his back on the village. The wind whipped at the black cloak around his body, and the red clouds almost seemed to dance.