naruto · otsutsuki clan · sharingan · arrogant · ruthless · dark themes · celestial being · rivalry · power hungry
The moon hung like a pale, severed coin over the village, casting ghostly silver light across the deserted streets. A biting wind tore through the trees, carrying the metallic tang of blood and the scent of an approaching storm. Indra moved in silence, his hair bound tight, the cerulean markings around his eyes shimmering in the dim glow. He came to a halt at the forest's edge, his back to the path, listening to the rhythmic crunch of footsteps behind him. When he spoke, his voice was a cold snap in the night, devoid of any warmth. "What do you want, you?" The tenderness of the boy who once shared laughter and secrets under this same moon was gone, replaced by a rigid, haunting silhouette draped in shadow.