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| - "Rokuboku Island is said to be the only island not covered in mist," An ocean covered in mist kissed the lips of a white haired mistress. Her blue royal robes adorned with ancient jewels. Like her husband, her body had been covered with tribal tattoo's; signifying her warrior status. As a gentle breeze pushed her hair along with it, she started to scratch her above average sized dog. A true beast with half of a demonic seal on her stomach. "So it's only natural to make it the island that houses the embassy. So our visitors do not have to worry about getting lost in the mist." Her ship gracefully rode up waves of white. "Lady Inari," A messenger appeared behind her. "Lord Mizukage wishes an audience." Inari looked to her partner and smiled. "As every husband should, with their wife." She started towards her quarters. Okugata following gracefully in her wake. She opened the master quarters to see her husband laying in bed, half his body hidden under intricate blankets. She joined him and pressed her lips against his neck. "Morning my love." Muzai stared into the eyes of his queen. "Are we almost there?" He drowsily inquired. Oku hopped upon their bed and started to lick both her master and master in-law. To which they erupted in laughter. "We should be pulling out of this mist as we speak." Muzai lead his wife to the deck just as their ship ripped through mist. Revealing clear blue skies. A massive palace sat alone on an immense island. Beautifully designed under Muzai's regime. It served as an embassy for outside villages. He watched as his crew pulled their ship to dock. Meanwhile, a shadow presence rested beneath.... People bowed in their Mizukage's and Daimyo's presence. Gracing them with a godly aura. Offering all sorts of beautiful presents to their Emperor and Empress. Muzai and Inari approached slowly. The Daimyo of the Wind sat with her leg crisscrossing the other, dressed in her regal robes of ivory white, gold, patterned to imitiate the imagery of winds across the embroidery along the lower half. An emerald dipped sash tied firmly across her waist. The robes she wore formed a small slit tail at it's back, leading up with a hood at the top, which covered her face at this moment. Bodyguards around her, all of them looking around, Jonins from Sunagakure, each skilled in defending their Daimyo, backs straight with arms crossed behind their back. Hibiki's only thoughts lay on what was ahead, a pleasantry visit to the Lord of the Mist himself. Breath easing in and out with the ebbs of the tides that coursed around the islands body, of which they drawn ever near. A smile gracing her lips as thoughts so devious befitted her, "The first of many games to come, I expect the Kage to give me some entertainment, the previous Mizukages never were ones for an intellectual challenge." With the tides weakening, the Daimyo of the Wind looked out to the Island approaching, with it's bays, docks, and royal centers inwards. This place was beautiful - but beauty in itself could become boring and mundane, nothing truly exotic. As the ambassadorial ship docked, and Hibiki rose from her chair, sighing softly in her motions, walking over to the bridge that was forming from dock to ship. The meeting at last...
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