JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hattori Heiji on Jan 16, 2014 9:39:49 GMT -5
WESTERN RUKONGAI
SOME ROAD
Heiji -- the Juuichibantai's monk of thunder -- walked along the land. There was a forest to his left, quite some distance away. Littered trees occupied the place between him and where they grew denser in the distance. The right saw a wide expanse. Grass-covered hills, some of them with backs made of stone, as though they were sleeping dragons from another time.
The single string of padded earth that separated the two different landscapes and added a more effective split between the uneven brothers was the road Heiji walked. It was a road like any other. It had an origin and it had a destination. Just some more miles and he'd walk upon a place full of memory.
He'd left Seireitei when the lights of morning had dawned. Now the sun was about to fall into the world of grass and stone that was the hill-littered landscape to his right. All day, he'd been walking. All day, his thoughts had been traveling.
Even though darkness would soon bask the street, the lonely man walked.
For God lit his path on fire. Illumination and warmth.
SOME ROAD
Heiji -- the Juuichibantai's monk of thunder -- walked along the land. There was a forest to his left, quite some distance away. Littered trees occupied the place between him and where they grew denser in the distance. The right saw a wide expanse. Grass-covered hills, some of them with backs made of stone, as though they were sleeping dragons from another time.
The single string of padded earth that separated the two different landscapes and added a more effective split between the uneven brothers was the road Heiji walked. It was a road like any other. It had an origin and it had a destination. Just some more miles and he'd walk upon a place full of memory.
He'd left Seireitei when the lights of morning had dawned. Now the sun was about to fall into the world of grass and stone that was the hill-littered landscape to his right. All day, he'd been walking. All day, his thoughts had been traveling.
Even though darkness would soon bask the street, the lonely man walked.
For God lit his path on fire. Illumination and warmth.
