Dawn wearily staggered closer, the streets growing dark with anticipation. The sun had been setting with ease, taking it‘s valuable time. It had been the time of early summer possibly, meaning it took longer for the sun to set than usual. People had been going inside, getting ready for bed. Other ninja heading for cover, preparing for the night ahead. In a matter of time darkness engulfed the town, only the street lights gleam making it possible for light. Silence was throughout the town as well, as most were asleep soundly in their beds, animals in the forest asleep as well.
Speaking of forests, walking among one was a female. She wore a black cloak around her body, hood over her head as her face was unviewable. Her appearance was fierce, and not to be taken lightly at that. Underneath, she wore a maroon colored vest, and under that was a black t-shirt. For bottoms were white shorts, a pouch near her back pocket and a katana at her side. This female was best known as Hachiko Miharu. Also, Kage of Houkagakure No Sato. Walking down a dirt path, the girl sniffed the crisp air as the breeze gently blew across her pale skin, rushing through her silky hair.
“Hmph.”
Looking up towards the sky, a flock of birds took flight into the stray sky. The smell of blood had been spilled, and near at that. Now in motion, she took towards the direction of the scent until coming to a stop. On the ground lay a dead deer, almost looking to be murdered by a blade of some sort, maybe even a kunai. Point was, this was not the work of another creature feasting upon it. Looking around, within mere moments she could pick up the humans scent, and find who did this. But that was sooner said than done, for the sound of a twig broke behind her, as she didn't move, but simply grinned. Parting her lips, she spoke with anticipation.
“Are you the one who did this…?”
The demon licked her upper lip with greed, it had been quite some time since she had some fun, and she was not hoping to give up this chance. Turning around she faced her new opponent, or so called new comer. Her eyes grew a some what darker shade, as this had not been good at all.
“Tell me, whats your name?”