Walkin' Around (Open - No Combat.)

It was a beautiful creature. It's wings extended past its tail, curving to a point like a bow. The hues and colors of the bird barraged his eyes as he stepped closer. He had to keep his cool, this was a rare opportunity to capture - Literally. He lifted the heavy camera to his eye and zoomed in on the great winged creature. His mouth widened, opened, and turned into a grin. 'Steady... Steady...' He whispered to himself. In what sounded like a gunshot, due to such extreme silence, his cigarette box fell from this chest pocket. He bit his tongue and closed his eyes, knowing what had happened. He dropped his camera in defeat, the heavy tug of the camera strap tugging against the back of his neck. He looked up. Gone. The bird had fled. 'Aww... Shit.' He picked up his cigarettes, slipped them in the box, and stood up.


"You know you get me into trouble more than you do my health..." I said, slipping a cigarette out from the tattered box. I searched my pant's pockets for my lighter, and realized I already had it with my cigarette. 'Jesus...' I thought. '... At times like these, I do need a smoke...' I put the fragile cigarette's filter in my mouth and lit the end. With a few huffs and puffs, smoke danced around me like grey ghosts of slutty women. I paused, and took a seat on the soft grass. I eyed my camera and picked it up again. I blew multiple smoke rings around the area I was sitting, and quickly took a shot with my camera. I previewed the shot and it looked like I was in a trippy abyss - the sun seeping through the faint, smokey shapes; reflecting and melting in and out of each other.

Beautiful.

Kamoku was just passing by as he heard a loud click. His spotted pupils turned to the noise. He saw that it was a man taking a picture of the bird that had flown away. He examined the man himself. He had very dark lungs caused for smoking and a thin outline. Interesting. Most of the people he was around were tall and thick with muscle. He wondered who he was... Oh well, he might as well get some lunch whil he was at it. One of Kam's pupils searched around until he could find a suitable animal to eat.

Unfortunately it was right in front of that man. Oh well, who cares if he got a bit of publicity while he snagged the main attraction? It wouldn't cause him any damage in the end. ONly a full stomach. Kam hopped high in the air and snatched the bird in mid-flight. His White hair clashing with the bird's feathers. He stabbed it straight through with one of his claws, its blood creating a new born blossim in the middle of its chest, spattering both the man and Kam's face in blood.

In a flash of gray movement, a figure bounced, tumbled and flew into the air. It seemed to recklessly, but some-how accurately, take down the winged creature that was escaping The Snoman's sights. The figure then came to clarity. Blurry at first, then very exact. It was a human. A male ninja, to be exact. His swift movements completely dismantled the bird as he plummeted to the ground, landing perfectly in front of The Snoman.


Colors expelled themselves from the bird in what seemed like one of those 'Ribbons-In-A-Can' prank items. Shades of reds penetrated my face as the man started gnawing down on his 'meal'. I backed up slowly. Not because I was frightened. Not because I was disgusted. It was because there was something ultimately mystical about this shot. A man with adapt, and slightly deranged, tactics was able to snag a beautiful creature and end its life within seconds. Such careful precision and knowingness of what he was going to do - all executed perfectly - he was able to take a living being's life in a flash. Man has power over life.

Man is god.

I took a shot with my camera and proceeded to smoke.

As Kamoku began to eat he heard another click in front of him. He stopped munching on his meal, the red turning pink with the white feathers mixing in. His mouth smothered in blood. He kept his head bowed over the meat, but his pupils did not. twelve of them in each eye moved independantly, and all of them concentrated on the man in front of him. His hair folecules were of the same compesition as himself and his entire family. Though if he was apart of the same clan, he would know. He knew this person somehow...was it because of the heart flow? Or was it the man's bowed legs that reminded him of someone?

No, he knew this person; except he used to be smaller. It was of the Snow Vill- He stopped his train of thought immediately and looked upwards at the man. He knew who he was now. Kam hoped he could understand his thick accent. " Eh, am I hallucinating or are you from te snov Village? I vas a hunter tere. Tasty place. I ate a man tat ad te same air density as you. I tink you umans call it 'color'."

Kam cut the bird into stripps with his claws and wrapped them in a large leaf to ferment. He then placed it in his pack. " So vat is tat ting?" He asked, pointing a bloody claw at the camera. " I eard it click. So vat does it do?" He smiled, his pointed teeth as sharp as a cats. The jaw reaching all the way to his upper temple making his face look more soft than deadly.


(The snow village is infested with the willow clan whom feed upon people who are not worthy of being human in the first place. That includes snowman's mother, father, and the mother's boyfriend were all eaten by the willow clan.)

The Snoman was surprised that this... Creature knew who he was; or at least where he was from. He kept an open ear to the thing man-like-thing. The accent was thick, almost hard to understand. He had to compute the sentences first, then project a response. He was slightly distracted by the shinobi's face. It was pale, and slightly deranged. However, the keen uniqueness of the face was almost fantasizing. Almost... Beautiful. He leaned out to touch it, but his conscious seemed to smack him in the face.

"My apologies..." He said with an embarrassed, almost mono-tone voice. A long silence drift through the two when The Snoman finally realized this man had asked a question.

"Oh! This? It's called a camera and it can take still pictures in time and translate them onto a certain medium of paper." He said, showing the creature the different buttons and functions. After giving a display, The Snoman held the camera up high and took a picture of himself from an elevated angle. The camera let out a large - what seemed blinding - flash and some sparks danced around them. Some steam exhausted itself from the lower compartment of the camera, and a picture - blurry at first, but clear afterward - printed on paper, presented itself in an ejecting manner out in front of the camera.

The Snoman took it out and waved it around to let the ink dry. He presented it to the man.

"See? Fascinating, isn't it?"

Kamoku pulled back when he tried to touch his face. " Eh, no touc. If you touch me, you vill get ill. It kinda happens to all umans." Kamoku observed him. He seemed supprised that he knew about him. Well, not many humans saw willows and lived to tell the tale. The willows were usually in the snow villages folklore as white beasts with huge claws and white furr all over with gaping jaws and devoured humans in one gulp. He always loved to hear them to his victums before they died, but he wished that they gave effective depictions of them. Oh well.

Kam smiled as the man stopped himself. " Eh, it's fine. People do that a lot."

The man began to talk a lot about his camera. He was supprised at how humans reveled their past to each other. Usually he just had to reveiw memories telepathically with his close friends. When he had them. He looked at the buttons. It was funny to see someone so happy about it. " You must love memories and te way you protect them. Though I am sorry...I cannot see flat surfaces." He pointed to his spotted eyes. " These prevent me from doing so." He smiled. " So how long did you live up north?"