Kara had only been in Kumogakure for a few weeks, but in that time she had learned of the mysterious disappearance of the former Raikage, Ryuko Shizu Von Rose. Unlike the Land of Wind, the Land of Lightning was incredibly religious and it seemed that the happenings were related to some divine intervention. She was a bit sketchy on the details, but it had caused her some concern to learn that the Raikage that had had such friendly dealings with Damien was now out of the picture. It had left her even more unsure of her place in the grand scheme of things and only added to the stress that she had been under due to her grief. She had spent some time practicing her artistry as a means of coping and had discovered a talent she didn’t know she had possessed. In the few weeks that she had been staying within the city she had devoted what spare time she had to painting portraits of Damien Darhk, and now had a decent collection stashed away in her room.
In the depths of her obsessive misery she had been sent a request for a meeting by none other than the new Raikage, Seid Otsusuki. She had heard of him of course, mainly his achievements in the Battle of Meijing and that he was an Otsusuki. Whatever that meant. She had yet to meet any of the Otsutsuki Clan and so her knowledge of them was nothing but rumour. The request had been to meet with him in the Otsutsuki clan district and so she dressed for the occasion. She was still in mourning, likely would be until the end of time, making a black gown the obvious choice. The gown she chose was made of the finest silk and had silver embroidery along the hem which was also embellished with multi colored crystals. A translucent black shoulder wrap sat loosely over her upper arms, partially obscuring her right arm which was notably missing three inches below her elbow. Her blonde hair was worn loose and trailed down her back, a styling choice that was a testament to her state of mind which was now less structured.
Her stilettos made a sharp ‘clack’ noise as she approached the district, her demeanour business like as her golden eyes searched for someone to assist her. Having never seen the new Raikage she wasn’t certain how she would know who to approach, but as with everything else she did she Kara was the epitome of grace and style. Even when it wasn’t necessary. Finding a patch of shade she would rest her hand demurely on her thigh as she waited, attempting to look patient and approachable. A particularly perceptive person would see the tiredness in her eyes, still slightly red from both lack of sleep and her private constant tears.
In the depths of her obsessive misery she had been sent a request for a meeting by none other than the new Raikage, Seid Otsusuki. She had heard of him of course, mainly his achievements in the Battle of Meijing and that he was an Otsusuki. Whatever that meant. She had yet to meet any of the Otsutsuki Clan and so her knowledge of them was nothing but rumour. The request had been to meet with him in the Otsutsuki clan district and so she dressed for the occasion. She was still in mourning, likely would be until the end of time, making a black gown the obvious choice. The gown she chose was made of the finest silk and had silver embroidery along the hem which was also embellished with multi colored crystals. A translucent black shoulder wrap sat loosely over her upper arms, partially obscuring her right arm which was notably missing three inches below her elbow. Her blonde hair was worn loose and trailed down her back, a styling choice that was a testament to her state of mind which was now less structured.
Her stilettos made a sharp ‘clack’ noise as she approached the district, her demeanour business like as her golden eyes searched for someone to assist her. Having never seen the new Raikage she wasn’t certain how she would know who to approach, but as with everything else she did she Kara was the epitome of grace and style. Even when it wasn’t necessary. Finding a patch of shade she would rest her hand demurely on her thigh as she waited, attempting to look patient and approachable. A particularly perceptive person would see the tiredness in her eyes, still slightly red from both lack of sleep and her private constant tears.