There was a large shadowed figure leaping from branch to branch his back seemed to be a sea of fur as it flapped wildly in the wind. In the figures hands was a long staff like object that appeared to have a point on the end of it. The figure leapt onto a branch and crouched down as the sound of drums beating started.
Spyder, Spyder burning bright
The drums were reaching a feverish pace, now the jungle drums were joined by lighting and thunder. One bolt of lighting struck behind the figure reviling him to be a large white man with raven black hair. The man was wearing a loincloth with a leather vest and attached to that was a large lions main. His muscular forearms were wrapped in animal fur with leather bindings. The lightning flash fades and once again the figure is in the shadows.
in the forests of the night
The man gives a mighty leap and gracefully lands on the ground he takes off like a jaguar though the brush. The drums are growing faint with each step and the man grows tired with each labored breath.
what immortal hand or eye
The man falls to the ground and as he looks around, the forest comes alive with insects…no spiders there crawling towards him, he can hear the tiny movements like a sea of black water they come and cover the man. The man tries to fight back, but it is all in vain. The spiders quickly cover the man as he desperate strikes out one last punch …only for it to latterly be the last part that sinks into the living sea.
could fame thy fearful symmetry
A young six year old blond haired boy with whisker marks wakes up in a cold sweat, breathing heavily the cold night air. "Just a dream…" the boy gasped out as he threw aside the cover of his bed and sat up. He slowly got up and walked to the other side of the room and flipped the light switch witch bathed the room in a dim light as the bulbs needed to be replaced soon.
His apartment was a decent size and looked normal, except for the couch which had a lion's mane spread on the top. The mane had been a gift to him by Iruka. Iruka received the mane while on a mission and thought that Naruto might like the severer. However he had been having this strange and powerful dreams since he received it.
Naruto remembered what the man looked like and realized that he could make that outfit… and the fact that maybe if he made it the dream's would just stop. He quickly walked over to the lion's mane and gently picked it up and walked into his bedroom…If he looked at his refection he would have noticed that his hair was a darker shade then normal.
Naruto begin to sew it onto some light brown cloth as he preferred to make his own clothes ever sense the stores stopped selling to him. He never noticed that the drums were playing in his head again…nor the smoothing calm they seemed to bring this time.
Okay I know this is a first but to tell you the truth…I am not sure how this would turn out.
