Greener Pastures. (Travel To Fire Country Borders)

Taking time to stretch his tired muscles, Deeb arose - bleating about the early start. Sleep had not been difficult, but, his dreams were troubled. Filled with the mocking laughter of the gluttonous connoisseur, he had prepared food for on the previous day. The man conjured criticism with gusto, even as an effigy. Every sacred sacrament Deeb proffered, was spoilt in having been imbibed by the senseless gourmand. An amalgam of his appetite's undiscriminating criteria, and it's inconsiderate voracity - created a monstrosity, an abomination of flesh. In the eyes of the young Ajin, the money was not worth being cooked. Setting out for greener pastures, he shook the lax from his limbs, and continued his pilgrimage. Deeb wore casual clothing, no sign of being a shinobi upon him. Yet, the ominous foreboding sense Deeb felt pervaded his entire being. Over the hill - perhaps far away. There existed people of unimaginable importance, purpose, and prestige. His own convictions would be put to the test, resolve questioned to the marrow. Deeb turned his horned head towards a direction, and proceeded to walk.

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Word Count: 179
Putting Towards Learning Cursing Blows 1,195/1500
OOC: I'm Going To Fire Country Borders In 12 Hours. Hold My Goat.