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 Posted: Sat Nov 25, 2006 1:29 am
These fields are just outside the village. Visiting shinobi can come here and meet with other ninja, as they must come here first before entering the village. It is called the forever fields because when you look into the distance they look like they never end. The Great Falls flows into the Nagasaki River that travels through the forever fields. It is said that our ancestors would never get lost because the great Nagasaki River would lead them right back to the great falls! This is a great place to meet other shinobi and just relax outside of the village, but Kouen is pretty lenient on people entering her village, she knows the urge to travel well enough to not care. Also, many D-rank missions are located here. Kouen also did not alter this, and can be found here quite often.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2006 11:23 am
A.J. Arrives at the cascades after over twenty-four hours of walking. He was tired and needed to rest. He was surprised that it took so long to walk, and that it would make tons more sense to just teleport. Then he would already be in the village exploring. He walked to the right side of the river that looked like it went on forever. He plopped down and looked into the cloudy sky.
"This is taking way to long. But I'll never get there if i just sit here resting. I wonder if Akira is going to go on the mission, Or maybe he's already there. That Just gets me wanting to get there faster."
He jumps up and stretches. After that he began to run as fast as he could to the village hidden in the cascades.
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ookami bouji Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 12:28 pm
Amatsumori appeared as a sliver of black amid a whirl of white. His blood red scarf dragged along the snow filled ground and had started to accumulate a sufficient amount of the powdery substance under its material. The lake ahead was entirely frozen over and seemed over burdened by the weight of the steadily falling snow compounding many times over on the glassy surface of the once proudly flowing Nagasaki River.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 12:36 pm
Walking out to the middle of the now icy river, Amatsumori lay down on the slippery surface of the ice. With legs in front of him and hands placed firmly on the cold wet ice to steady his position, he stared up into the sky noticing the average fall of the always cold snowflakes and the constant pelter of snow that descended from the distended clouds above. It was a cold, grey day which only seemed to serve as a further contrast to the pure white that layered the ground.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 3:41 pm
To anyone normally, this cold frigid place where Amatsumori now sat would have caused pneumonia. However, Amatsumori's natural affinity to ice and the cold helped to protect him even with the thin clothing which he wore. Suddenly, a sense of extreme exhaustion swept over Amatsumori's relaxed frame. Images of color and and flashes of light took hold of his vision. It was not long before he had collapsed in his exhaustion and now lay resting on the slimy ice of the river. The snow kept falling. The ice remained. The flurries continued to eddy. The only difference was a black and red spot among the masses of white.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:07 pm
Shaking the cold,wet snow from his face, Amatsumori arose from his half-delirium and unconsious slumbering state and stared around at beautiful scenery before him. It was most certainly a picturesque day, one of calm and tranquility. He stood up finding his balance before finally stepping back onto drier land.
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Posted: Fri Dec 22, 2006 2:12 pm
The snow continued to eddy around him as he forced his way against the lightly blowing wind and through the already knee deep snow. Finally, under the safety of a tree, the black and red speck rested before continuing his trek through the ground sodden land and into the infinitismal protection of the forest. With no color obstruction present, the fields retained once again there flurry of white.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2008 11:11 pm
Emerging onto the snow clodded field, what once used to be black and red had long since turned to white. The light tranquil flurries played around and sunk to the ground captured by the already frost covered floor of the narrow river bed. Slowly, snow parting in the presence, flowed daringly to the frozen waters edge. Hot breath on air flowed over ice and through still drifting snow to vanish in wisps of white nothings.
To anyone it could be hard to imagine a year's departure, but no less than that inhabitant of yonder days. The long since times that spent to cause the lure had disappeared when bright sun did show its rays, and left little more than loss in sight for any who obeyed.
There he sat and stayed, for time remained, and waited for that day when time permitted to move again. In the snow, fluttered, the snowflakes settling on him. Oh what a year it has been...
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