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Tuskany



Hanzō

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age
8 Years
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Male
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1756
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
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10-02-2020, 10:58 AM (This post was last modified: 10-02-2020, 11:00 AM by Hanzō.)

The wind was cold as it tussled Hattori's fur, drawing clouded breaths from his nostrils as he carefully picked his way down the canyon path. The going was slow and his toes were tense, talons digging into the earth as he ventured forth, his muscles only loosening up when his paws were firmly set on flat terrain. He rolled his shoulders with a slight wince as he finally took a moment to take in the scenery. Though he was no stranger to the cold he had to admit the sudden drop in temperature had been a bit of a shock to his system, though not enough to warrant him turning tail and heading back to Ashen. Now that he was starting to feel more like himself he was venturing further and further from the Empire and Venom's side, eager to put himself to use and test himself with whatever Boreas could throw at him.

The tundra that stretched out before him was barren and empty, with barely a rock or even a bush to break up its monotony. He sniffed the air once more and could faintly make out the scent of a pack to the north, but other than that there were no signs that this place was frequented by wolves. Not that he could really blame them, at face value there wasn't much to see or do. Or at least that was the case till he noticed...a brown, fat blob by the waterside. His brows creased a little as he stepped forward and squinted, it was hideous thing covered in rolls of fat and adorned with the largest set of tusks he'd ever seen. Hattori was not a man who frequently swore or used foul language but...what the fuck was that?

The beast turned, brandishing it's tusks as it set it's black and beady gaze at him. Truly Hattori had never seen anything quiet as hideous as this, on principle alone he wanted it dead just to rid the world of it's grim form. And what better way to put his skills to use?  The beast then roared, a loud and throaty sound that reverberated in Hattori's chest, making him take a tentative step back as it started to move. Ugh. There was no flattering way to describe it nor did it deserve the effort: it slapped the ground with its fins as slugged closer and closer. Moving at an alarmingly quick speed as it gained momentum. It reared up high, stabbing at the air and forcing Hattori to dart out of the way as he snarled and flashed the whites of his teeth. To see the creature act so brazenly spurred him on, as did the knowledge that an intense fight would soon be underway.


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