mldna
Meme lover
this is a closed roleplay between mldna &
@Lethal ! please respect that
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"Dear one, don't be so sad now. I need you to promise me something, after all." The voice was velvet, soft and gentle as though it were a blanket. "I want you to promise me that you won't ever back down, little one. And that you will care for those precious to you. Can you promise me that?"
A small child, no older than four, let out a quiet sniffle as her mother peered down at her. "Yes, mother, I-I promise." The words then were just that - words. She could not understand them fully, yet could feel her heart swell with pride at the look of love when it flickered across her mothers face. Reaching her arms up, the young child wrapped them around her mothers neck and hung up as though her life depended on it, relishing in the warmth her arms offered her.
Nothing but a memory. Picking the dirt from under her nails, a girl of around fourteen let a shiver pass her spine. Winter was slowly fading out into spring, yet the air within the early mornings could not help but make her cold. Tugging the ragged scarf around her neck tighter, the young girl stood on her tree branch to inspect the town within the distance. It was still some time off if she were to walk, which she was beginning to feel she just might have to. Her legs were weak with exhaustion, shaking from hunger, and she could not help but be thankful that she had found a town at least. With a good amount of money in the pack on her back, the young ninja was just dying for a hot meal. Jumping from the tree, she landed flawlessly on the ground, hesitating at the sound of rustling leaves.
But, it was nothing to fear. From the dead leaves emerged a large black bird, his feathers freshly cleaned and shimmering in the cold winters sunlight. He took his position on her shoulder, a happy chirp leaving his beak as she offered him a kiss to the cheek. "Good morning to you, Yashi." A friend found the year before, having fallen from his nest and sprained his wing. Young Airi Hayashi had nursed the injured bird back to health, training with him on her journey. She had been away from home for many years now, following the disappearance of her parents. When all had refused to search for them, Airi had taken it upon herself to do so, tossing herself into a life where she had to become used to teaching herself and learning from those she met on the road.
The winter sky was a dreary grey above her head, no sign of the sun peaking out to be found. A cold wind threatened to tear the scarf from around her neck, pale hands gripping at it desperately to keep the chill out. Her clothes were that of an explorers, torn and muddied from sleeping under the snow and rain, trekking through puddles to find her destination. Once she reached the town, Airi knew she would have to change to her good clothes, if she did not wish to be pitied. And, she did not. The chill in the air flushed her freckled cheeks pink, as though the air was full of heat on a summer day. She walked for an hour, maybe more, when finally she arrived at the steps leading into the town. It was bustling with life, filled to the brim with children's laughter and the slurred speech of adults who had stayed out all night.
It brought a smile to her face, one that was tired and begging for a place to rest that night. Perhaps she would stay a day or two, regain her strength and speak to the local ninja. Glancing at Yashi on her shoulder, Airi began the descent down the steps, stopping in a bathroom to change. Rags turned to tight pants and a sweater, though the bandages around her knuckles had to remain from her fight only a few days before. After all, not everyone she met was going to be good. Turning to her own reflection, she was surprised to see the small scar that had formed above her eyebrow. Reaching back for a moment, she tied her hair up away from her face, only a few stray strands remaining to frame her cheeks. Taking the time to check her weapons, Airi knew it was good to be prepared - anything could happen in a town, even one that seemed well and good on the surface. Exiting the washroom, she began to make way for a ramen shop, stomach growling at the mere scent of food carried on the breeze.