Poison

The rain had started about an hour ago, and showed no sign of stopping any time soon. The forest was dark, smelling wet and musky. The air was thick and cool, tasting of water near the back of his throat. It was heavy, pounding down hard from the starless skies above, more like hail than rain.

It washed the blood away well ( Read more... )

The rain had come early this year, heavy and cold, as such weather often was, but somehow, the sky was darker than Uchiha Madara ever remembered it to have been. He had seen many nights filled with rain, where the heavy clouds, though it was full and bright, hid the moon, and the chill was enough to make the strongest of shinobi, if not ( Read more... )