The forest was full of shadows, flickering back and forth, seeming almost alive. Just above the tall, willowy trees sunlight started to make its way to the world. I was running out of time, and running out of blood.
I winced as another jolt of pain flew through my body. I grasped my bloody shoulder, hoping that the pain would be over soon and I would escape the horrors I am fleeing from.
I made my way to the edge of a small river and knelt at its edge, gazing at my reflection on its rippling surface. I set my jaw grimly as the beast in my reflection stared back. I'm not ugly or anything, often I receive compliments on my beauty. But that was before people realized what I am.
And last night they realized what I can do.
I reached down and stuck my hands into the icy water, the current washing away cakes of blood from my hands. I gave my face a quick scrub before drying my hands on my skirt, the cool air tickling my damp face. Once again I looked down onto the water to see my reflection, hoping it might guide me to finding out who I am. But the gurgling water made no reply.
My deep jasper-green eyes gazed back, pupils slitted like a cat's. Dark pink Cupid's bow lips frowned up at me, and a few freckles dotted across my nose, stopping a short distance across my cheeks where a crimson red tear-like line ran from my eyes on either side. I was called the weeping beast for that reason.
My bangs drooped into my eyes, and I absentmindedly brushed them back into place. I reached along my back to the ground where my braid landed, coiled on the bank like a snake. I unfastened the gold band at the end of my braid and worked my braid apart, the rest of its length flopped down over my shoulders, rippling into dark chocolate waves. Its entire length came a little past my ankles when standing.
I quickly picked the twigs and burs from my hair before pulling it into a thicker, more complicated braid. I then pulled one of my pair of daggers from the small bag I had managed to salvage in my escape. I cut a strip of cloth from the bottom of my black, silk skirt and fashioned a bandage, wrapping it around my shoulder, protecting my wound.
I grabbed my sack and started along the bank. I walked in the shallows, not wanting to leave any footprints. The chilly water came up a little above my knees, drenching my skirt's torn edge. From the shadows of the trees a twig snapped and I froze, pulling both of the sheathed daggers from my sack. I quickly fastened them on my upper thighs, for easy access. I grasped the handle of the dagger on my left thigh, my body tense for attack.
The bushes ahead of me rustled and my eyes fixed on it for any other movement. The rustling got louder, and out from the bush popped----------------------------------------------------- a squirrel.
I smacked my head in frustration, silently cursing myself for being so paranoid. Shit! I need to clear my head! I then picked up my sack and continued walking in the shallows. My goal---a place of safety. A "sanctuary", where I could get food, a place to stay and medical help. But I feared what people would think of me.
I guess I better mention it now;
It's kinda hard to find a place I fit in, especially since I have a six-foot retractable wingspan. For now I will keep them retracted. Shrunk down to the bone, and then folded beneath the flesh of my back, fitting snugly under my shoulder blades. My wound made it a painful process, but it was worth it until I can find someone I trust. But there's not much I can do about my fangs and semi-claws…
But for now I must focus all my power on getting away from the place I was raised. I must get away from Amagakure, the rain village, and get to the land of fire. I could probably find shelter there, at least until the news gets around about a rogue ninja with wings, even though I'm not completely a ninja-
I must get away from the Jounin Rain Ninja that are tracking me, for I don't' want to hurt anyone else. And if that means finding shelter in Konoha, the leaf village, then I won't give up until I get there!
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