#suigin versus manda would be hella interesting

[kusunokihime-a]

[ @despairinghxpe ] [ x ]

Orochimaru’s laugh is slightly crazed–though as he steps off Manda his lips tilt into a smug smirk. He has Kusunokizan under his thumb now–all the springs, all the people there–are his. He will own them all..and so he will continue on his quest.

“Oh, a healer? How quaint.” He walks toward her confidently, his hips swaying slightly, “Won’t you give me a tour?” It’s kind, though he’s sure his attitude is sure to change with her reaction, “I’ve never seen a village such as this before.”

     Guests and patients alike hidden in their rooms, it’s only Ryū who stands between the sannin and the belly of the vale. Irritated chakra rolls from her form in waves, stirring the grass and the hems of her clothes. She stares at the intruder, eyes wide and pupils shrunk to insidious slits.

     “There is often more to a person than meets the eye,” is her ice-like reply, sharp and cold with warning. She knows she can’t take the sannin on alone. But already she feels the approaching chakra of her master, alerted to the breach. 

     It’s just a matter of time.

     Watching his approach, she takes no retreating steps, fearing neither pain nor death. She decides to play coy as she waits. “I’m afraid I’m all booked up at the moment. If it’s a tour you want, you should have made prior arrangements. We don’t often take walk-ins...”

     Arms fold beneath her bust. “This place is a rarity in a world like ours. Which is why I must admit, your presence makes us...uneasy. Your type so often bring misfortune and ruin in your wake...”

     Descendent from the mountain cavern, a streak of silver reaches the valley floor and coils at the medic’s rear. Pearlescent teeth bare with a roar that shakes the air as Suigin faces the unwanted guests. Ebony claws the size of her person spaciously envelope Ryū in a protective hold as she stares at both Manda and his summoner. There’s not quite a call yet for confrontation, stuck in a standoff as intentions remain obscure...but the sage makes it clear: there is only one master of this dip between the peaks.

     “...she may have been one an eon ago...but I’m afraid a falling out has left my master with a distaste for serpents.”