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| - A peaceful village growing in power slowly but surely. Started from the dreams of two powerful Shinobi, Yakigakure soon became a safe haven to refugee's and travelers alike. At it's center, a massive manor stood tall. A manor where Yakigakure's leader kept watch. Wide eyes protecting their home. In a window, a figure peered across green grass. Lord Yakikage's sunlight bathed hair glowed in a trail behind him. Moonlight delicately pierced through the windows of the manor. His hair able to reach the peak of his spine with ease. To match, Maketsu decorated his body in royal and noble clothing. To increase his overall demanding presemce, Makesu wore a flowing patterned cloak, that covered his left shoulder, which he hung gracefully off of his powerful physique. To show culture, pattern was dec
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| - A peaceful village growing in power slowly but surely. Started from the dreams of two powerful Shinobi, Yakigakure soon became a safe haven to refugee's and travelers alike. At it's center, a massive manor stood tall. A manor where Yakigakure's leader kept watch. Wide eyes protecting their home. In a window, a figure peered across green grass. Lord Yakikage's sunlight bathed hair glowed in a trail behind him. Moonlight delicately pierced through the windows of the manor. His hair able to reach the peak of his spine with ease. To match, Maketsu decorated his body in royal and noble clothing. To increase his overall demanding presemce, Makesu wore a flowing patterned cloak, that covered his left shoulder, which he hung gracefully off of his powerful physique. To show culture, pattern was decorated with beautiful flowers and held a long flowing sash with a heavy oriental influence. Maketsu also preferred to wear the symbol of yaki on his sleeves, a symbol of absolute nobility and royalty. His lower body adorned with sashinuki hakama ending at his ankles, producing a "ballooning" effect. His footwear consists of black zori. "She should be here shortly." Maketsu muttered, pouring a fine wine into two glasses, then taking one and sipping it, waiting on his lover to come to their home and then it'd be waiting for her. The Queen arrived as she approached magnificent manor. She wanted to greet her king with the uttermost of actions; to please him after a hard day at work. Shira wore a black shirt with a black top and high leggings. She approached the stairs and ascended. After reaching the top of the stairs, she notices the cleanliness of the place, as usual, though it was something different. Navigating in a professional manner through the maze-like palace until she came to the master room. Entering with a smile, she opened up the door to see her immortal lover. After sitting his glass and the other on the table, Maketsu immediately swept her up from the floor, wrapping his toned, experienced arms around his love, watching with a grin upon his face as her feet seemingly glided from the floor itself. "I missed you, Shira. What took you so long?" He said, using his immense strength within himself to hold her with one arm. He walked across the room, sitting her and himself on the room's large couch, as his desire was to make her feel at home. The last thing he did was remove her shoes, and shifted to a more comfortable position.
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