Snippet #8234

Deacon Frost, notorious and murderous, known to many, stood in his room at Shifting Shadows before a dummy. It was made to resemble the upper-body of a well-built man, but legs were not included.

"Ah, how the quiet are lovely company." He mused, putting on a black kimono with a red oni printed on the black. He slipped into some sandals and left to the courtyard.

The fresh air hit him pleasantly as Deacon approached the centerpiece; a large branch, covered in fine leaves. He sat himself down, leaning his back against the tree and reached into his kimono to withdraw a small notebook bound in leather. Deacon opened the book and began to read in his head the words before him.

A thousand sparrows eat decedantly at the stars, as wolves below hungrily stare, envious and angry.
Should the wind blow wrong, a sparrow may fall, and the jaws of a wolf shall open to welcome it.
The grass waves to the sight, and is rubbed gently by the cold wind. Leaves spray and dance across to the wolve's many feet.
A sparrow notices below, and calls but is unheard, its faint whisper lost amongst feathers.
A wrong wing blows, and a sparrow falls. Leaves rise, and leaves fall... A choking wolf distracts.


His book had been with him for as long as he could remember, and as far as Deacon knew, it was the only thing he owned when he came to the school. It held many secrets, to many things. Understanding every word, lead one closer to understanding the secrets they held. Some poems and brief stories would teach powerful techniques, and some would teach how to make certain items: Explosives and poisons. Deacon had deciphered many such techniques, but a few were completely useless to him. He fought with a kusarigama, and this book held hand-to-hand moves, too. Still, he knew he may need them.

What he had just read, he had just understood completely. What everything symbolised, and what it ordered. On close inspection it gave very precise directions, and it seemed being off only slightly could destroy the entire technique. They were always as fascinating.

"My, my... It is nice today." He said, before closing the book and hiding it within his kimono. When he had, Deacon saw a person making his way to the training grounds. Hyugan... Interesting...