Baba Yaga

Atlas was growing quite bored of the current locations he ventured to. Every person he bumped into bored him, even their screams had started to earn groans of tedium from the monster. The only mild amusement he could pluck from his surroundings was in the form of his hounds hunting without aid. Allowing for them to tackle the child of a traveling band, then witnessing the band refuse to intervene for the boy they had cared for; they feared the silent creature, with the bulbous sword that was stretched over his back. So their sense of self preservation outweighed their loyalty to their friend, and their pleas for their aid during their final moments rang through the air like the sweet sound of clashing swords. Nobody he had encountered in the borders had been a problem for him.. Perhaps it was time.

Changing the bandages that now adorned his body, he moved his clothing on over the bandages before tying a black cloak around his person, allowing the crimson clouds to float in the wind. With his hounds following behind, he started on his way towards the village he had left, the Betrayer was returning.

[Instatravel to Kirigakure]