The Valley of the End, The End of the Valley, (Eman)

Chishio waltzed across the slick green grass, exiting the nearby forest behind him. He paused for a moment to take in his surroundings and survey the surrounding landscape. The trees behind him were of fair size, not massive but above average in size. A few tens of meters in front of him lay a raging river, frothing with fury and tearing through the soft ground, winding its way the cliff and then cascading into a waterfall on the lake and rocks below. On either side of the river at the cliff stood figures facing each other, Madaara and the first Hokage. All he could see were the heads, but he knew who they were, he had grown up knowing there names as legends. He had once been of the leaf and he had just entered their domain. It kind of felt good to be home once more.

He bent low for a minute and ran his hand through the small vegetation, letting the moisture wet his skin, realizing that it was still morning, the dew not even evaporated yet. Standing back up, his neck craned backwards so his eyes could drink in the sky, but there was not much to observe. Light grey clouds covered the entirety of it, blocking out the sun, making it impossible to tell the exact time, though if he had to guess he would have assumed it to be around 10:30 a.m.

Chishio cracked his neck quickly and sighed in satisfaction as he heard the resounding splendor of his neck popping. A quick surge of the pleasure flooded his body and he shuddered as it fled through his spine and filled him completely and then evaporated just as quickly. It was short lived but it was worth it. This was a good day, no blasted sun to burn his despising eyes, the air was wet with humidity and he could revel in its exquisite feel across his skin, the moisture.

There was blood in the air and his eyes glazed over. He could feel it. Soon very soon, blood would be spilled on this ground.

The suns weak rays peered over the clouds that stretched to a breaking point near the edge of the canyon as Emanyeru approached the hollowed ground. His face adorned a grand scowl that he seemed to wear all the time though it really just seem that he was irritated at everything. He hated the cold, and due to it be late fall he couldn't stand the cooling temperatures, 'Damn sun needs to rise already...' He thought furiously as he trudged through the forest without a word escaping from his lips. His breath came slow and steady showing that even though he was raging mad in his mind he wasn't going to show it to the outside world.

He stepped out onto the stone path that lead towards the heads of the great valley and stood on the rice country side and sat down peering at the visage of the first hokage. He closed his eyes momentarily and bowed his head as though he were beginning to pray but instead spoke quietly to himself, "Hey old man...I'm grateful for what you did for me back then all those years. Even if you knew my secret and what could happen if your enemies knew...you kept it hidden. Therefore i thank you with all I have for keeping the family together. I know your probably in a better place now. So when you see okaasan tell her i said hi..."

He finished his silent momentum before standing up and peering towards the sky. His internal clock told him it was closing in on 11 o'clock in the morning causing him to sigh once more,'One more hour and its noon...I think i might just rest out in the open and wait for the sun to fully rise...' He stretched out slowly letting his aching joints and muscles stretch to their fullest capacity before walking over to an open tableau and jumping upon its flat surface. He made a comfortable mat consisting of hay and twigs and laid upon it gently and began to just stare at the clear blue sky, 'Today's going to be so awesome...' He thought to himself before slowly dropping into an alert unconscious state.

OOC: I put in my post that it was over cast, if you had read it correctly you would have known that, there is know sun. Its 10:30 A.M. so if the sun was out, it would be at a decent height in the sky, not just coming up over the horizon. It doesn't really make a difference, but I set the setting, thats the privilege I get with the first post, you don't get to alter it in your post just because you want to unless you want to describe an aspect that I may have left out.

IC:

A cooling gust blew through and brushed across Chishio's face, whipping his cloak about him and throwing about his hair a little bit. His grin remained in place, but his eyes were concealed by his bangs. Behind them though, peered black beads searching for a sight which would grant him peace, the sight of an object from which to spill that heavenly red liquid known as blood. He shuddered. His clan had granted him such a blood lust that it would never be sedated. It was like a drug to him that was always calling his name. Chishio...............Chishio......... No matter how hard he tried to put it out of his mind, it took over, and in the end it one. He had once a long time ago tried to block it out, be a normal shinobi, caring, he even once formed a connection with another human, but the drive took over and he wound up taking that one to near death as he forsook the leaf village and traveled the country side in the name of self preservation. By keeping the urge satisfied, he kept his sanity to an extent and so kept his intelligence. He had no desire to kill himself, so it was others who would pay for his existence, life was to sweet, even for one who lived a hell such as his.

He stepped into the water and felt the water wrap around his ankles and swallow his feet. He tossed his head back with eyes closed in sweet satisfaction. When he was alone he was normal, even if the urge did exist, but when people were around, the scent of their flesh, the feel of their heat, it was too much, and it took much to satisfy. So long as he stayed away from most it was alright, hence the life of near solitude, though the animals did keep the thirst going, and before long he would always wind up desiring the blood of humans, for it was the most difficult to obtain. had he been one of the more primitive of his clan, it would have been fine, the thrill of even a swallow would be enough. However, he was an intellect, and so deserved a challenge, this clashed brutally with his urges, and so it was humans he desired the most. They also screamed the loudest, their emotions working against them as they knew they were about to lose everything, they alone knew true despair, and that was what the urge wished, despair, chaos, pain.

Chishio began to make his way downstream toward the waterfall, staying away from the deep middle section. Before long the calm waters turned into rapids which created a significant force against his lower legs, and he was forced to use his chakra to keep from being swept away. He continued on until he met the stone statues and proceeded to lean against it, facing away from the cliff, one foot dangling in the water while the rest of his body sat upon a rock propped against the side of the wood masters head. He was very relaxed and he began to slowly drift into sleep.

However, as Chishio began to doze, he was snapped from his comatose state by the sound of an echoing voice down below. He could not make out the words but there was no doubt it was male. He was too far away at present to get a hold of easily, but if he did it right, it would be all to easy.

Slipping silently, and staying away from the edge so no one below would be able to see him, Chishio fell back into the water and swam to the middle. then letting go of it all, he allowed the waterfall to take him over the cliff and he began to fall with the water, masked from sight by its white foam, and any noise he may have made was covered by the roar as the water cascaded down across the rocks below. As he fell he reached out with his hand and grasped a nearby rock, catching himself just before he hit, yet remaining concealed. Then he let go and fell the rest of the way safely, with out causing damage to himself. He had completely been gambling about a rock being in that generally area, otherwise it would have hurt tremendously, but it had paid off.

Chishio dived lower till he was about 5 feet below the surface and began to work his magic. He thrust his hand forward and opened his mouth making inaudible noise thanks the water and activated his first jutsu, the hand of blood. Instantly from where his hand had been, the water began to soundlessly transform, though the consistency seemed to remain the same, save for the fact that it was a bit thinker, but the notable difference was that it was turning a rich red color, as it was turning into blood. The small cloud began to spread and quickly over take the entire small lake of water, and Chishio made his way to shore. Just as hopped, before he even got there, the whole thing had been transformed, and for this battle, would be under his complete control. True it was useless for water jutsu now, but he was the master of blood and he had a whole lake of it. It had taken a mite of his chakra, but well worth it as a preparation. As it was water, it took a lot less, for blood was mostly water anyway, and he was still quite ready for any one opponent.

Chishio launched himself from the water, a splash resounding through the area as he exited and landed on dry land, dripping red from almost every inch of his body, the blood coating him. His eyes changed from their calm nature and took on a sinister appearance, his face tightening into an animal snarl. He could see the target from the corner of his eyes to the right, seemingly meditating. Now that he had arrived, the session of calm for both of them was over, and chaos was about to light up the landscape like a beacon amongst a well populated village.

IC: Alright. I edited it to include the overcast. But seeing as 30 minutes had passed since you last checked your internal clock the overcast may have changed so i simply added that the clouds were breaking up in sum parts.

Emanyeru's breathing had seemingly calmed down as he did is normal mental check of his bodily functions and sighed softly, 'Another nor-what the...'. His fox ears twitched to the visible sound of something disrupting the flow of the waterfall. Even though the sound was near audible his sensitive hearing allowed him to hear it as though it were happening right in front of him.

The sound though had still be too faint for him to tell however and in his meditation state he wasn't able to open his eyes. He sighed softly realizing that today was bound to not be as normal as he had hoped it to be and mentally went through the seals for a simple supplementary jutsu and and decided to prepare himself mentally for whatever was about to happen.

His sphere of awareness could feel the bloodlust rolling off of whatever was approaching him causing him to arch a mental eyebrow then frown in misunderstanding because he couldn't feel if the being was a human or demon. It kind of intrigued him however how such a small being could emanate such a strong lust for blood to the fact that it matched a mid ranked demon's, 'Either this kid is a demon...or a kid with a demon in him...' He couldn't tell from his position simply because he was so far away. But it didn't stop him from continuing to ponder what it was that was approaching him with such a deadly intent.