Out of the Frying Pan [2000]
Mar 6, 2013 14:43:23 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 14:43:23 GMT -8
Breaking through the treeline into the first clearing that put him in the First District, Kiba was hastily attempting to resolve his 'topless' situation, having already haphazardly shoved his coin pouch and kunai holster into his obi while attempting to at least slide on the sleeves of his kosode, trying all the while to keep his overgarment over his shoulder and not flying off back into the trees.
So distracted, it was hardly surprising that Kiba should have charged headlong into a sleeping cow, cursing loudly as he stumbled from the collision, dropping his overgarment with nary a second though, simply shoving his arms through the sleeves of his kosode and charging hard for the nearest fence. Where usually the obstacle would have rapidly become a non-issue, Kiba had long-since had it drilled into him not to destroy Rukon property, at least not when it could be helped, and begrudgingly he vaulted himself over-top the damned gate upon approach, swallowing air deeply as he resumed his charge toward Seireitei.
Along the pathway, he would be lead directly toward the city gate, though it was still a long ways off... but at the same time, he would be easier to spot, not that there was anything subtle about the hard-charging unstoppable force as he most fiercely pounded the ground beneath him, powerful legs straining in an attempt to outdo his limitations, to muscle along where speed and energy would falter. Naturally, this could only last so long, and even one as in-tune with his body as Kiba would come up short before too long.
A fair distance from where he'd begun, nearing the crest of a small hill along the path, Kiba finally had to stop and place his hands on his knees, sweat pouring down his person as he sucked air hungrily. A sound made Kiba force his breathing to slow, his eyes rising tot he top of the hill. Footstepts? Running? What fresh hell approached, he wondered wearily.
So distracted, it was hardly surprising that Kiba should have charged headlong into a sleeping cow, cursing loudly as he stumbled from the collision, dropping his overgarment with nary a second though, simply shoving his arms through the sleeves of his kosode and charging hard for the nearest fence. Where usually the obstacle would have rapidly become a non-issue, Kiba had long-since had it drilled into him not to destroy Rukon property, at least not when it could be helped, and begrudgingly he vaulted himself over-top the damned gate upon approach, swallowing air deeply as he resumed his charge toward Seireitei.
Along the pathway, he would be lead directly toward the city gate, though it was still a long ways off... but at the same time, he would be easier to spot, not that there was anything subtle about the hard-charging unstoppable force as he most fiercely pounded the ground beneath him, powerful legs straining in an attempt to outdo his limitations, to muscle along where speed and energy would falter. Naturally, this could only last so long, and even one as in-tune with his body as Kiba would come up short before too long.
A fair distance from where he'd begun, nearing the crest of a small hill along the path, Kiba finally had to stop and place his hands on his knees, sweat pouring down his person as he sucked air hungrily. A sound made Kiba force his breathing to slow, his eyes rising tot he top of the hill. Footstepts? Running? What fresh hell approached, he wondered wearily.