Board Thread:Land of Earth/@comment-24937485-20151211201307/@comment-24937485-20151212221249

The clock struck 05:00. At a time where even most Shinobi were still asleep, of course excluding those on duty, the streets of Iwagakure were eerily quiet. Yet one could hear a buzzing escape one of the many single-room apartment. A crow outside looked up from its sleep with a peculiar stare and flew off annoyed while a light turned on b



ehind curtains and the silhouette of a man was seen changing himself, revealing a V-shaped torso from behind the drapes, in a mysterious play of shades.

A few moments later the lights went out and everything turned back to how it should be at this time of day. Quiet and peaceful. Iwagakure’s secluded location and strong defenses made it one of the safest villages to currently live in yet one could never be wary enough for Shinobi could lurk behind each and every corner. Ren, however, wasn’t wary in the slightest as he walked the streets of stone alone.

He was a tall male, well over 6ft high, with an athletic complexion that showed itself thanks to his open top that only came down to his lower-ribs, leaving his abdomen exposed, and with tall strides he wandered through the night. His route brought him over several bridges between mountain-tops and past various closed shops and stray cats. The minimal amount of streetlight barely illuminated his unusual pink hair as he stopped below a lamppost that was well beyond its time, staring up at the starry sky with his arms crossed.

“Perhaps.”

A strong wind hit his face. It felt cold… draining the warmth from under his skin as he closed his eyes and inhaled. The gust’s harsh touch brought a certain sense of calm to the crimson eyed man who pushed his back against the lamppost and walked off again while shaking his head as he discarded his earlier thoughts.

With nothing on him but his clothes, Ren headed towards the village gates but took a good amount of time walking there, obviously in no considerable kind of rush or hurry. He was on his way for his morning walk which he did whenever he got the chance, choosing a lonely hour to do so, as always.