Post by Makoto on Feb 24, 2009 23:34:10 GMT -6
Ashes.
It was all that remained.
The village was more or less abadoned when Makoto arrived, he surmised. Empty, dilapidated, and rotted. The same that could be said for the body held in his grasp. A firm grip around the neck with his left hand and his right through the chest, the body was empty, its head hung dilapidated, and the rooting would begin. The former warrior's arms hung lifelessly at his sides, swaying slightly from the light breeze in the air.
Exhaling softly, Makoto slowly pulled his right arm back. There was a sickening smack and pop when his fist exited the body where it had entered. Pulling it back at the elbow, his arm bent at a 45 degree angle. The now dried blood on his arm continued to evaporate, burning an eerie red brown smoke as the rest cracked and broke off the high temperatured skin of the Oniyuri.
Letting the flame consume his left hand, it slowly began to spread to the body in its grasp. The slow flame quickly caught onto the clothes, beginning to spread at a more immediate rate. The sickening smell of flesh and hair sizzled in the air. It would linger long after, even when Makoto turned up the heat and watched the body slowly break apart and slowly burn out on the ground below. Seconds later...
It was all that remained.
Ashes.
It was all that remained.
The village was more or less abadoned when Makoto arrived, he surmised. Empty, dilapidated, and rotted. The same that could be said for the body held in his grasp. A firm grip around the neck with his left hand and his right through the chest, the body was empty, its head hung dilapidated, and the rooting would begin. The former warrior's arms hung lifelessly at his sides, swaying slightly from the light breeze in the air.
Exhaling softly, Makoto slowly pulled his right arm back. There was a sickening smack and pop when his fist exited the body where it had entered. Pulling it back at the elbow, his arm bent at a 45 degree angle. The now dried blood on his arm continued to evaporate, burning an eerie red brown smoke as the rest cracked and broke off the high temperatured skin of the Oniyuri.
Letting the flame consume his left hand, it slowly began to spread to the body in its grasp. The slow flame quickly caught onto the clothes, beginning to spread at a more immediate rate. The sickening smell of flesh and hair sizzled in the air. It would linger long after, even when Makoto turned up the heat and watched the body slowly break apart and slowly burn out on the ground below. Seconds later...
It was all that remained.
Ashes.