View Full Version : A Nest of Nettles - [Iron]

03-25-2011, 04:18 PM
From the ground, the bird was practically more than a speck of shadow. Shipori sat perched in the air on its back. His little body was wrapped tight in a heavy blanket to protect him from the wind and the cold of his altitude. Each breath made him a little light-headed with the thin oxygen available to him, but there was a minimal level of suffering to which Shipori had become accustomed to in his day to day life. After all, there was no easy path in life, such was the fate of each and every creature to eventually face hardship. Or, in Shipori's case, disaster.

Otogakure was no longer a place he could bear. The Naga had overrun its politics and chained the people to their posts. Every night, Shipori dreamed of the decades before, of a time when those men and women had been his family. Had they been so cruel then? Had Shipori's childish eyes and heart excused them for their excesses, their depravities? Had he, in some capacity, known that he was just a test subject to them when he wanted to be their equal? Whatever the reality, it was meaningless to him now. Shipori refused to linger on in a village that had always craved submission. The normal shinobi there were wild animals that longed to be tamed, to supplicate themselves, and the general populace took to the Naga's song as if they'd been dancing to it their whole lives.

As he flew over Iron Country, Shipori supposed that he was officially a traitor and any return to Sound would end in his eventual death, likely prolonged by the Naga's attempts to harvest data on his mutated seal. Shipori had spent twenty years praying to find his way back to the village and just months later he had abandoned it. He wanted to laugh, but was afraid doing so would be to risk passing out and crashing the ink bird he piloted. Shipori was certain that the village was aware of his desertion and had digested enough current events to know that a warm welcome in the other shinobi villages was unlikely. Iron Country would have to provide him with refuge, now. He flew to a cage from which the only escape was death. The bird pitched down as one of the train stations into the city came into view.

“One prison for another.”