Post by Kikatsu on Jun 15, 2011 16:54:38 GMT -5
Braziers and foully illuminated wafts of smoke covered the streets and rooftops of the forsaken city in a miasma of dull light. Kikatsu despondently looked out on the teeming masses moving through that eldtrich night-fog, resting his arms against the bisento crossed over his shoulders. He moved his head to the side and let the bisento arch off his shoulders and into his deft hands. Marching across the temple's porch he preformed a series of warm up kata, stopping just by the corner of the building.
He set the bisento's rounded end against the floor and leaned heavily on the staff, his head resting against the flat of the blade. He would be asleep if it wasn't for the racket of this city, something about it hummed in the back of his mind, even in the silence of the temple's basement dormitory.
He set the bisento's rounded end against the floor and leaned heavily on the staff, his head resting against the flat of the blade. He would be asleep if it wasn't for the racket of this city, something about it hummed in the back of his mind, even in the silence of the temple's basement dormitory.