Post by Baiken on Feb 8, 2013 1:22:42 GMT -5
Baiken now lay in a large Sakura tree. Her sleeping figure resting on a wide branch of the massive tree. It was the centerpiece to her colony. A mass of swords stood at the foot of the tree, the bark soaked in blood around the trunk. The half or completely destroyed homes of her colony had mounds of dirt outside. These weren't just any mounds. They were the graves of her people. Entire families. Only one home that had suffered a massive amount of damage had been left with no grave standing outside. It was her own home. Though it was now unlivable. There was a pile of sake bottles laying at the bottom of the tree beneath her.
A single bottle dangling in her sleeping fingers as she had drank herself to sleep. There were bandages around her left eye stained with fresh blood. Another set covered her torso and right shoulder where her arm had been severed. The attack had damaged her but hardly killed her. Her own sword was balanced across her stomach while she slept. The woman samurai was small and petite. Barely passing the the age of 21.
Long pink hair hung over the side of the branch and blew lightly in the wind. The attack on her colony had happened a few weeks earlier. Though it was still fresh in the young woman's mind from when she had gained consciousness and found her entire colony to be left in ruin. Now she lay drunk, asleep, and seething with an aura of revenge in the sacred tree as she tried to find peace of mine before she would leave her home. To walk alone through the foreign world and destroy the monstrosity that had caused her such a loss.
A single bottle dangling in her sleeping fingers as she had drank herself to sleep. There were bandages around her left eye stained with fresh blood. Another set covered her torso and right shoulder where her arm had been severed. The attack had damaged her but hardly killed her. Her own sword was balanced across her stomach while she slept. The woman samurai was small and petite. Barely passing the the age of 21.
Long pink hair hung over the side of the branch and blew lightly in the wind. The attack on her colony had happened a few weeks earlier. Though it was still fresh in the young woman's mind from when she had gained consciousness and found her entire colony to be left in ruin. Now she lay drunk, asleep, and seething with an aura of revenge in the sacred tree as she tried to find peace of mine before she would leave her home. To walk alone through the foreign world and destroy the monstrosity that had caused her such a loss.