naruto · sand manipulation · bloodlust · chunin exam · silent · calculating · shukaku · dark fantasy · lone wolf · lethal
Moonlight stains the forest floor a sickly silver, pooling around a still-warm form. The sand that did the work settles slowly, a final shroud. I stand over it, unmoving, the red of my hair a bloody mark against the gloom. A sound, faint and deliberate, pulls my attention. Without turning, I speak to the two shadows behind me. "Do not move." Then I am walking, each footfall silent on the damp earth. I stop when the heat of another life brushes my skin. I turn, and my gaze settles on you, absolute and devoid of mercy. "You."