Angels Falling From the Sky

The gentle breeze drifts silently across the barren land of the forest clearing... A small humming could be heard, as if someone was reciting such a thing in the area... A ninja, a genin, lurked within the shadows. He wasn't there for any particular reason, or even in one particular location, but he was there, and was determined to find a purpose.

The one truly hiding was a mantis, dressed in white ninja's garb, his martial artist sash dyed deep, crimson red after his hard years of training, but he bore no weapons, why? It wasn't sure, but he remained here...

He also sees the breeze is wafting gently in a loney anthro wolf's fur. The wolf pauses, turns around, and looks over at Phrovikus's character. "Sup! Care to join me for a drink?" He puts his futuristic looking battle rifle down, and opens a cooler.

The Mantis turns around, his glare shot at the wolf... He stood back with his hands clenched into his fists... His movements were swift and graceful as his body flowed like water...

"I do not know you. Why do you come here?"

"I've come here to get some refuge from the city and enjoy nature," he says, setting up a lawn chair. He presses a button on his wrist interface and his armor folds itself off him like an over complicated puzzle, compressing it into a cube. He puts the cube in his backpack and lays back on the lawn chair with a bowl of miso ramen.