Board Thread:Kirigakure Logs/@comment-27960448-20160319213303/@comment-27960448-20160320033725

Staring into the looming darkness of the second cave he had come across after a short lapse in space between the two, he realized that the path he had followed seemed to be an endless array of caves and tunnels that wouldn't end and the only way out of such a maze was to retrace his steps. He found this very simple, and reached into his bookbag to grab a large loaf of bred. He tore a bit of it off, and then walked forward with his lamp extended above his head just as usual, but its life was growing dim. He trickled the crumbs every few feet in order to remember the way he came just in case once again he'd have to split his path into another. He traversed the cave with the intent of curiosity, only hoping to find the source of something greater, something to enhance him as both a human and a shinobi. Such an unhealthy lust for power would only lead him somwhere bad, a path that can not be returned from. But that is where is friends would come in to balance him out, and to ensure the fact that he'd never change sides. He just wanted to be strong, people could take it however they want it but that was the only way he say it in his mind

"I'm tired of walking now; maybe this trip was a lost cost, a really lost cost."

He slurred under his breath, dragging his words on with lazy pronunciation in order to constitute such a disgusted tone. The cave seemed to grow deeper, and a foul smile reappeared, invading his nose at moment's notice upon entry, and this time he wasn't prepared. It was more putrid then it had been before, in the cave just before this one. He continued to drop bred crumbs, until he lost his lamp. He was holding it high above his head when something seemingly snatched it from his clutches in an instant. He wasn't sure what it was, until the light from the taken lantern showed gleams of white thread it seemed, as it stuck to them. Webs, of a substance unimaginable to the human eye, and while slowly lifting up his foot, he could tell that he was also getting slowly stuck to the ground and the entire surface of the cave. He wasn't sure what exactly was responsible for this, though looming in the distance came a disgusting sound, like the chirping and churning of filth in a tin can. It was a chittering, like bugs speaking to each other. He stopped slowly as his heart sunk to his stomach that instant, unable to speak in instant fear, he was afraid that he had found whatever he was looking for.