| Sacred Rituals [closed to Tsume and Raidou] | [Jun. 26th, 2008|05:42 pm] |
[Immediately follows Sacred Lines.]
It took longer than Tsume would have liked for Raidou to get movement back. She didn't wait well; especially not when her stomach was churning with the knowledge of what these parents had done.
She stared at the tiny, mutilated body, and tried not to think of her own children, her nieces and nephews, the other clan cubs she'd known since their births. Finally, Raidou could at least push himself up against the wall and stand in the faint green light.
There wasn't a way to carry the child easily. With no legs, she couldn't cradle-carry him. She wasn't going to sling him over her shoulder like a slaughtered deer. ANBU armor was often sacred to its ninja, but her gaze twitched over Raidou's anyway. It was big; broad enough to cover the man's chest and back, long enough to stretch down his torso. Big enough for half of a small child.
She looked from the armor to him, the question she left unvoiced hanging in her eyes. |
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