What the Fuck is a Wendig- Oh those...

Mission Specs:Capture an Island full of creepy Reindeer, this ought to be a damn blast

Yazu waited on a pier, with his feet dangling over the edge of the wooden rails.  He watched down in the water as the fish swam around his feet while he waited for the other person assigned to the mission to make it to the docks.   He had been waiting an hour up to this point, though he couldn't complain, he did show up quite a bit early.  He looked slightly to the right as the corpse of the boat owner whose boat he had "Commandeered" laid face first on the pier while the carnivorous monster fish swam around below his corpse swimming in a frenzy for the blood.

His chakra senses could tell a very potent ninja was approaching his location, so his play time was over.  He would swiftly stand and step over to the corpse and kick it into the water.  The water churned as the fish went to town on the corpse leaving nothing but blood covered garments and bone floating at the top.  It was truly astonishing to him how the actual ecosystem itself reflected  the atmosphere of his beloved home.

Yazu would pace over and place his medical satchel down into the boat, having wrapped his entire body in spare bandages so as not to alienate his temporary ally on the mission, he would sit at the front end of the small dingy awaiting his teammates approach.  He was chosen to accompany the other person on this mission due to his detailed understanding of Medical Ninjutsu as well as a personal affinity for the anatomy of monsters.  He knew that it was no coincidence, but the most surprising fact was that only 2 were selected as opposed to the usual 3, must be a busy time in Kiri following the blood games.

Yazu sat waiting in the front of the boat arms overstretched around the boats sides awaiting his allies approach.  He had no intention of doing much talking on this mission beyond saying only the bare essentials, so when Mitako made his way to the end of the pier Yazu would already be hard at work dropping the sail, untying the boat and pulling the anchor, so that when his ally stepped into the boat they would be able to set sail immediately.

Given the nature of Kiri Nin, Yazu would watch Mitako cautiously as the boy of similar age as himself entered the boat. And unless Mitako stopped him with any concerns they would set off on their mission to capture an island full of creatures known as Wendigos.  It would be an interesting adventure.

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A lone boy strolled along, wearing a black pair of pants tucked neatly into the calf high toeless sandals on his feet. On his upper body, he wore a mesh shirt adorned with bits of leather strapped to him for protection, (at least for what little protection they offered,) that were placed over the major joints. On his wrist were leather braces, his chest area was covered with a strap and his shoulders were protected by leather caps that went down to his elbow. Hung on the strap, was a large gourd made of sand, covered in several inky black markings. His destination was the pier at the eastern end of the island, where he was to meet a fellow chuunin for the purpose of an completing an S-rank mission. The exact details remained elusive to Mitako, but he knew the gist of what he was supposed to do. Capture an island or wipe out its inhabitants or something like that. While they didn't sound particularly fun, the jinchuriki desperately needed the funds, lest he truly became the first homeless ninja in Kirigakure.

His appearance had changed drastically over the past year. He had outgrown his lazy stride for a more refined, upright gait that demanded an air of respect. His body had grown to match his arms, and overall this caused him to appear less lanky. Alongside this, the influence from his tailed beast caused his irises to change to a dull golden hue, with the pupils starting to take the shape of his beast's, but at this point only the four corners of the star were forming.

As he arrived at the pier, his golden iris scanned the situation. Immediately, he recognized the person that was currently commandeering a boat, at least, his mind had a picture for the face. This chuunin was a fellow participant in the Kirigakure chuunin exams, the one whose actions probably grabbed the most attention as he assimilated the heart of a young Aburame boy into his own body. Needless to say, he was also the only contestant to score an actual kill. Mitako cared not, for he didn't know the Aburame, but if his actions in the exams were any indication of his actual skill, then this mission shouldn't be too hard. 

As usual, Mitako remained silent, his brow narrowing a bit as he noticed the dead body floating in the water. At this point, the only identifier of the body was the clothes the man had worn, and from what Mitako could tell, this man was a stranger to him. Aside from his eyebrows furrowing, Mitako's face remained emotionless and cold. He turned to face his comrade in the boat, meeting his eyes and hopefully catching his attention with his own. "I have but one question before we set out." His voice sat on the deeper end of the spectrum, metallic, stripped of emotion, and lastly was rather flat. "Why would one person who swore to protect his home then kill the people who lived there." 

The Silent Jinchuriki hadn't revealed it, but the fishermen of the island had actually cared for the boy a bit when he first arrived, offering him a shelter for a meager price. No matter the answer, he was given a mission, and he was to complete it. Mitako just wished to know why this had occurred. 

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It was then that Yazu would stand from where he sat at the front of the ship, and give a formal bow of greeting, then return to where he sat waiting for the boy to enter the boat, slouched low with his arms along the edge of the small fishing dingy.  As soon as the boy would climb on Yazu would launch his hand, letting the thick black threads guide it into the rope, and untie the  sail, which would catch a great gust of wind and send them outward into the strange ocean, it took very little guiding to set them in the right direction toward this strange island, full of strange creatures,  It would not take long to reach this island so they wouldn't have much time for chit chat, which is the way Yazu preferred it.  Yazu was a medic with a great deal of skill in ninjutsu, he knew his role, and figured it would be a supportive one, so there would be no need for a discussion of strategy.

That would be when Mitako would speak, asking Yazu about why he killed the people of the village so casually.  Yazu's head would crook at the question as if he truly did not understand the words.  His face would distort in confusion as if Mitako had spoken some foreign language and had just implied that Yazu had done something wrong.  To Yazu, killing simply was something that was done, similar to a hand shake or a hug,  For that was his nature.

His face would go back after he finally discovered an answer to the question posed to him by his fellow chuunin.  A large smile forming in the edges of his lips showing his white teeth.  His response would be simple and he hoped that Mitako would grasp his response.

"Because...I am the Scorpion..." His yellow and black eyes would meet the golden eyes of his new ally, and the smile on his face would belie the monster that he held within himself.  Yazu could sense there was much hatred among the two monsters on the boat that embarked to an island full of monsters.  If all went to plan it would seen that today would be a day full of monsters.  After his reply Yazu would go back to nonchalantly watching the water and holding his hand over it lightly dipping his finger in the water taunting the carnivorous fish with fresh meat, always pulling his hand away before they caught his finger.

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As the boat took off, he took a seat in the back, his gourd shattering before forming a little pile of sand behind him. An interesting ability, his companion had. The ability to freely eject your limbs from your body seemed useful, but Mitako could tell where its weakness lies. The black tendrils, could probably be cut, leaving the limb away detached and useless. At least, it seemed this way to the extent of Mitako's knowledge, for all he knew it could be reattached easily. Hopefully, he wouldn't have to ever test his companion's ability.

After finally recieving his answer, his brow rose, his eyes expressing no more understanding than they did before. If anything, he was slightly more puzzled about the needless killing than before. Alas, if none above his rank cared to stop him, then he wouldn't press the matter. Not much, at least, and certainly not now.

As they sailed, Mitako wished to discuss how they'd catch these creatures. Bluntly, he said "These creatures are sure to think of the sand as harmless," as he said this, the sand seeped from under his clothes and around Mitako's feet, forming a fist around each ankle, "A foolish preconception that will spell their end. Unless these creatures are beyond what men are capable of, they should be caught within the trap. The sand that lies along the shores will be more than enough." His words didn't necessarily make much sense, as Mitako is a poor word smith, but they should have gotten the point across.

Yazu never really looked back to respond to his allies planning, of course Yazu had no way of knowing how they would subdue the creatures. Of course at the moment he knew nothing about them and for Yazu forming incomplete battle plans wasn't really his thing.  He realized that Mitako's plan was to trap these creatures within mounds of sand and Yazu felt that it would be a worthwhile plan. Provided these creatures weren't absolute behemoths or equipped with wings. 

"Yea, that should work. Im not too afraid of your sand and i can move freely through it should a situation arise in which its not going to work,  I prefer to follow your lead, whatever happens. I am here assigned as support as a medical nin.  I can also subdue them after you have devised a way to capture them."  Yazu would reply stilll string of into the water. " Also I am a different person than the one you knew at the Blood Games, for the time being anyway, this mission will require trust, and you have nothing to fear from me."

Yazu would then stand and hold his right hand above his head pretending to appear as a pirate on the high seas and looking back at Mitako with a large smile on his face.   They were nearing the shore and he was prepared to start the mission and capture some odd creatures.  A cackle would leave him just as the boat collided with the sandy beach of the infested island.

"Are you ready, to have some fun?" He would ask far too  excitedly provided the impending danger. He woud leap onto the sand and walk up the beach waiting to hear what Mitako's next move would be.


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Sorry about the wait, ive been out of it for a while send me a PM as Mako when you respond so I can try to get back to you asap

As soon as he stepped off of the boat and onto the shore, he lifted his nose to the air, taking in the salty scent of the ocean and the local variety of flora and fauna. "Define fun!" Mitako snarled, the wild golden glint in his eyes returning once more, his pupils lengthened into slits as he showed off his beastly canines with a wicked grin. With every step he took onto the shore, his heart began to beat faster and faster until his chest was practically convulsing from the force of each pump of blood. It wasn't fear, or dread, that he felt. It was the pure unadulterated violence of the carnage to come and bloodshed to come that had caused him to flip the switch in his head. His shoulders were heaving with each pant that escaped him. 

Moving his hand to his swords, he gripped them with such strength that his knuckles popped, and the pale skin on his hands had began to grow whiter than it was. Which honestly confuses the shit out me, like how do you take something whiter than sour cream and make it whiter? Shit's already white as hell. 

The sand below his feet would begin to ripple in waves, before ultimately picking up and whirring around him like a tiny sand storm.

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(Ok here goes, the NPC's will be manned by me since you agreed to take lead, and i'm still somewhat scrubbish.  This isnt my post just a set up of the wendigo.)



Health 40
Speed 70
Strength 70

Claws- Each wendigo has claws with sharpness equal to their strength (70)
Thick Hide- Any non chakra enhanced weaponry or physical attack must exceed their health by 50
Bloodthirst- if they smell blood from a non Wendigo source they go into a state of thirst, which enhances speed and strength by 25
Pack hunting- if there are more than 4 Wendigo in one particular post they will all gain a +5 to strength and speed.



additionally there will be 20 of these puppies spread throughout the island, and if confronted and not killed they will call other beasties to their position.

[Sounds good to me.]

As the clouds swirled around Mitako ,Yazu would just watch.  He had seen the sand display before in the Blood Games and knew that it wasn't too awfully difficult to learn how to command sand having himself studied the Doton assimilation jutsu.  However, the boy's control of the sand was far more impressive than that technique alone.  Yazu would stare off from the edge of the sanded beach looking into the forest, attempting to sense any chakra signatures in the hopes of finding these strange beasts first.  Of course being that they were not machinations of chakra and were more a part of the natural order he would have no success.  He saw none on the long expanse of sand surrounding the island, drawing the conclusion they preferred hiding in the dense brush within the forest.
 
Yazu would wait until Mitako finished his powering up.  Yazu needed no time to prepare for the journey, he was playing support on this day.  Though he had been practicing some more powerful medical techniques lately.
 
"Shall we go Mitako, or will we remain on the beach?" Yazu would ask sarcastically more prepared to have this task over and finished.  Yazu would continue waiting for Mitako and whenever the Sand user chose to go and take point Yazu would follow in close proximity.
 
Meanwhile, only 20 meters away from where the two chuunin had docked on the beach a creature waited silently having caught the scent of fresh meat.  The beast hunkered in a bush awaiting to lay an ambush on his prey.  He would not inform any of his brethren, his greed prevented it wishing to keep all of the spoils for himself.  The beast would hunch and be no different than a 3 foot tall boulder in size, though they stood nearly 7 feet tall when upright.  The Wendigo would wait patiently for his lunch.
 
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Well. What was there to do now, but wait for the creatures to come to him? Going to them left him in the position to be struck if he left his guard down, going to them left him wandering into hostile territory that was unknown to the boy, going to them would most likely spell his death, and their lunch. So no, when asked if they would go or remain on the beach, Mitako would remain silent for a moment, before saying, “Let them come.”

Thinking about it, the beasts probably had the two chuunin beat when it came to the senses. It wouldn’t surprise the jinchuriki any, if they had already caught the scent of the two. Inhaling, he wouldn’t really pick up on any particular scent aside from the salty spray of the sea that carried on the breeze.

His bijuu had thoughts on this situation as well, but had remained quiet. This was an opportunity to break free, as the cell which carried him was going to be killing. Surely, the unstable slab of meat that contained him was going to be vulnerable, whether it be due to fear and anxiety from fighting a stronger foe, or an extreme rush of adrenaline accompanied by the bloodlust of victory.

Turning to his companion, he would attempt to ensure that Yazu was ready for whatever came their way, eyeing him briefly for equipment and composure. If the other chuunin lacked any weaponry, Mitako would toss the monster one of his smaller blades.

Once done, he would turn his attention back to the task at hand, producing a low, unnatural whistle sure to attract the attention of any nearby creatures. With that, he would wait where he was, sand whipping around him in a gentle vortex.