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originally posted in:The New Dojo
4/19/2017 12:15:05 AM
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The grove was in the middle of the forest. For some reason the entire forest was just called the Kakusa grove. As Falk said, it was because the grove was the main feature and divided the forest into its respective territories. To the east was the Tokage. To the west was the grenwald clan. If Cannon just continued to make his way to the grove, he just had to make a turn and he'd be on his way.
That being said, the forest brought an edge of insecurity on him.
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He continued on uneasy, watching for any sign of movement as he approached the center of the grove.
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Eventually, he reached the clearing. The sun shone down where he stood as he entered what was known as the Kakusa grove. It was a massive clearing, and the trees blossomed and their leaves blew across the bright green grass. This was the border of the two clans. All he had to do was make his way east, and he would reach the tokage. But he still had a feeling of uneasiness. Why would such a tranquil place produce that feeling?
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He continued east, unable to shake the feeling as he glanced around his surroundings. He listens and watches for any sign of an enemy.
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As he continued his trek, he finally heard something. It...was a rustle. Of the bushes ahead of him to the north west.
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He picked up a decent sized branch from the ground, just in case it's a hostile, and keeps walking.
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"Did you just pick up a branch as a weapon?" Said a voice from behind Cannon.
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He turned around slowly, slinging the branch on his shoulder. "Maybe. Why?"
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A red cloaked figure stepped out of the bush, his bow trained on Cannon. It was Mongolian in design, so it was meant for fast shooting. "No reason, stranger." The cloaked man said. Cannon heard another bow being pulled back from behind him now as well.
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He remaines standing, the branch resting on his shoulder. There is no fear on his face. "Aren't the bows a tad overkill?"
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"Said the guy who's holding a stick." Said the new bowman. Both of the cloaked figures chuckled before the first archer asked Can his question. "What are you doing here? What's your business?"
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Cannon smirked slightly, and dropped the stick. "I'm trying to get away from them. What else?" He gestures towards the side of the grove he came from.
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"'Them?'" The archer asked. He knew what the man was referring to, but he didn't want to take a second guess.
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"Grenwald. Who else?" He asked, looking a bit tired. "They don't seem to like my kind."
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"And what would 'your kind' be?" He asked Can. There was a hint of skepticism in his voice.
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"I'm a nomad. A shepherd from the mountains on the far side of their territory. One of my sheep went missing and I wandered into their terf looking for it. They didn't like that." He replied.
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"So you are a mountain man, then?" The second archer asked Can.
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"No. Mountain men live on the peaks. I live in the glens and valleys between. Well, I [i]did[/i] live there. Until those freaks decided they wanted my sheep." He sayed, gesturing towards the woods behind him again.
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The men seemed less on edge now. The first archer then spoke. "What's your name, Shepard?" He asked.
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Edited by Cannon011: 4/19/2017 3:12:30 AM"Canderouse." He replied, sounding weary. "You aren't going to hand me over to them again, are you?"
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"We wouldn't dream of it." The second archer said. The first then spoke. "Say, Canderouse. Have you ever...thought about higher beings, before? God, In particular?"
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"Aye, once or twice." He replied, soundibg slightly confused as the question seemed out of the blue. "Though I can't see how it should matter to a lowly shepherd. I barely made it day to day, let alone had much time for pondering such things."
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"Had you ever thought before that you could be more than that? Then a Shepard?" The archer asked. The two men's bows were not trained on him anymore.
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"Not really. My father was a shepherd, as was my grandfather and his father." He shrugged.
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"Are you sure about that?" The second archer asked. "Come on now. Living on a farm filled with sheep can't be that exciting. Especially in this world we live. You never wanted...MORE?"
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"Thought of it, sure. But I never believed I'd get the chance. Why?" He asked.
