Board Thread:Important Logs/@comment-25687356-20171017213941/@comment-26068742-20171021100116

''Ares safety made it with Ieyasu on his shoulder his body soaring in the air as he landed perfectly on the branch he continued to move until the sight of Krench. He told Ares and the others that the outpost wasn't that far off right as Ares was about to ask he charged off into further he felt Ieyasu struggle this cause the grip Ares held on him to loosen. As he released him Ares made a sharp right turn his eyes now on the wall that was now created. "What is he-" Ares was cut off with Ieyasu bravery now it seemed he wasn't leaving without Krench or the others, Ares may of not known Krench but him running off wouldn't of helped him nor the sisutation. ''

''But as the wall finally came down Ares body heart begun to pound heavily, Along with his accelerated heart rate came the hard sweating and trembling of his legs. He wanted to speak he wanted to shout but all that came from his mouth where utter noises. For Ares time had stopped completely the way the Pyre stood arm and arm, it cause Ares to have some major Deja Vu. The way they where surrounded it begun to bring horrid flashbacks. Within this state an imaginary form of Ares would've appeared besides him a smile appeared on his lips as he leaned in and whispered these simple words in Ares ear.''

'"They deserved it...Don't you remember?"

''The Invasion left the village in shambles Ares along with other other children became orphans of war. He was only 14 when he lost his parents even being of that age he was the oldest of all the survivors from the slaughter. They all looked at Ares as a leader even when he himself saw himself as a failure. With the responsibilities of taking care of the children Ares never gotten to chance to mourn for his family's death. He kept that anger to keep him motivated he believed it would make him stronger. So when Ares left his village the seven children followed and over the years, they formed a ragtag group refugees. He and his group spent their days antagonizing shinobi bandits and emigrants on the outskirts of the land of Wind, living in forest tree houses. The first few years they grew up alone on the mountains, staying inside a wooden house with cracks and holes in it where it oftentimes rained. Having no actual money for clothes. Ares himself walked barefoot his entire childhood and grew accustomed to it. They robbed and stole anything they could but one day they came around and stole from a bandit group that decided to fight back who didn't care that they where mer children. They tied them up and begun beating them to a bloody mesh being right in the center of it all triggered Ares the same anger from that day continued to build up inside him. Again and Again his thrive for anger rose to the point of no return. Moments after the screaming had stopped so very suddenly. One minute he was right in their face, more alive than he had ever been. The next second their bodies where dead on the ground, blood flowed, thick and sluggish, from a slash across his gut,s pilling out a nest glistening grey snakes. Eyes that once danced with light where now vacant and staring. The once rosy complexion had become waxy and pale. The mouth of his comrades that was so quick to smile in life lies stiff and agape. Within these moments a voice within Ares head spoke to him. ''

"Dont worry my child...I'm here I've always been here, this.. this right here was a act of God your first step in accpecting of what you are. Listen to me your not alone now I'm here to guide you through it. Now take my hand as I lead you into the path you where created to take.."'

'"They deserv'ed it. Repeat it to yourself. They deserved it."

Ares spotted maggots, flecks of doughy white nestled within mangled flesh, feverishly squirming into hunks of gore.

"They deserved it. Repeat it to yourself. They deserved it."

Their once handsome features were spotted with angry bruises, and death had frozen his face into a rigid snarl, a final, eternal lamentation to the heavens.

"They deserved it. Repeat it to yourself. They des-"  <-Listen as you read

''As time now came back to present time Rage begun to build like deep water currents. "I did everything right. I changed and still my world continues to follow me.." When he turned at last to face me them was no trace of tears, not in his eyes or in track marks on his reddening face. His eyes were narrowed, rigid, cold, hard. In that moment if anyone dared to look at Ares they would know he was already far away. Once more Ares felt like the enemy would always follow him. It was like a vexing of the soul for what he felt; was not human, it was twisted and distorted but something strong. It burned so bad like fire lacing in his veins and creeping up his spine. Ares was intoxicated with emotion the acidity of it was residing in his stomach waiting to be spat out of his mouth. '''"YOU WONT HURT THE NILE!" '''Ares voice would've boomed throughout the entire arm as he streached out his arm with Chain with the attempt and perk of his Good timing to yank Water by his collar in order to pull him back with the others. He heard the others wanting their lifes to be taken it made him sick! When Nobu instructed for them to leave he turned to him '''"I'm not leaving! I....WE owe that to our teammates! Our families! Our friends! Nobu we are last of a mighty people! It's time we accept we're starting a new race of people, one that can be just as strong, just as proud! Cant you see what we have right in front of us! We've lost our old race of shinobi's. WE WHERE KICKED OUT OF HOMELAND BECAUSE THEY WHERE A THREAT WE NEVER SEEN. LETS NOT LOSE THIS ONE TOO WE STAND TOGETHER!" If his attempt worked Water would be safe by his side as he glared at the men.'