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Born in flames, I have been blessed



Hanzō

Tojo-kai
Kaicho

Master Fighter (240)

Master Hunter (240)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
1235
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,280
player
Ali

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09-23-2020, 07:24 PM
Hattori remained hidden in the shadows, silver eyes glinting in the darkness as he waited with baited breath. His shoulder throbbed with every shift of his muscles and his ribs felt like they’d crack at any moment. He had no formal medical training but it didn’t take a healer to realise that he was in a bad way, or at the very least in no state to get into yet another fight. But it seemed as though he had no choice in the matter, more blood would be shed regardless. With a pained hiss he lowered himself down onto his stomach and pushed himself against the gnarled roots of a tree as his ears flicked forward, listening intently to the sound of approaching footsteps. They were clumsy and careless, no doubt intended to lull him into a sense of false security. Fine, so be it.

Falling back on instinct  he exploded out from the undergrowth, heavy paws kicking up mud as he collided with the pale, if not dainty form of his unwelcome shadow. Pain ricocheted through his form and the snarl that tore from his throat, despite it all, wasn’t one of fury. The pair tumbled to the ground and Hattori was quick to use his size to his advantage and pinned her with ease. He would have used his talons or horns but- well honestly he was a little surprised at how easily she was overpowered. Her attempt at defending herself was feeble at best, sloppy and panicked as though little thought or reasoning went into her actions. That should have been reason enough to pause, to take a moment to breathe and think, but the deed was almost done. There was no use in getting distracted before the dust had settled.

With his paw against her throat he slowly began to apply pressure as her legs began to kick and flail against his underbelly. His ears flicked back at the sound of her struggling wheezes, the way she writhed uselessly beneath his weight. Regardless of how it looked he took no pleasure from this, he was only doing what had to be done. To her credit she managed to aim a good whack against his ribs that made him want to throw up but he held firm, waiting for the life to die in her eyes.
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