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Eragon · 02-13-2008

There was a roar of wind, as if from the flapping of a pair of wings, as a large silhouette crossed over it, something that looked like a giant bird, which swallowed the sun for a fleeting instant, followed by what seemed like a straggler of its own species. If anyone had looked up, they would have been surprised; neither seemed like any creature that would appear in nature, being many times the size of a normal person, and appearing to lack feathers; in their place, an odd, pale yellow substance which seemed to resemble clay.

Appropriate therefore; for those astride their backs were not normal men. Both wore a similar uniform, of crimson clouds dotted upon a cloak as dark as the night itself, and with straw hats concealing heir aces, whose bells jingled in the wind. The foremost tilted their hat back, revealing a blonde strip which was whipped across his face, and revealing something resembling a camera attached to his let eye, the other sealed shut. His partner had plonked himself down upon the neck of his own bird, legs crossed, and seemed to b almost happily humming; the only real outstanding feature seemed to be the mask which covered his face; an orange spiral, focusing upon a black hole on his right eye socket. Unlike the first man, who wore a plate of steel with three rocks hammered into it and a line scratching them out, this one wore nothing; essentially an enigma. After a moment, noticing the thing grin that had appeared on his allies face, he craned his neck towards him; for a moment, something seemed to glisten in the eyehole, a blood red, of almost murderous intent. I must have been nothing more than a trick of the light, however, since when he spoke, it was boisterousness and childishness, rolled into one.

“Oh! Deidara-Sempai! Did you find something?!”

“Hmph…yeah,” he answered after a moment, almost with a sneer of arrogance, gesturing towards the ground with a finger that had materialised from the long sleeve of his robes, a ring with the kanji Seiryū inside it reflecting the shimmering daylight. “Take a look Tobi, hm.”

Scurrying towards the edge of his craft, the pumpkin-headed ninja peered over the side, straining his eye as much as he could. All he could see below them were rolling hills; mounds and mounds of vacant Greenland, littered with he occasional flowers, and framed by a ring of tree’s, with some picturesque mountains glowing pink ad blue in the distance; he definitely couldn’t see what would make his sempai so pleased, and whined as much; Deidara merely smirked.