new moon fight club

Hanzō · 10-03-2020, 10:36 AM

Hattori heard the stranger approaching long before he saw him. Given the lack of visibility Hattori had more than enough reasons to be wary, his silvery gaze focused and sharp as he just about took in the sight of the man on fire. It was perhaps an overly poetic way of describing him, but it was fitting, given the flecks of ember that danced across the pitch black of his pelt. Orange aside Hattori didn't see much of a resemblance, the wolves of Nippon came in all shapes, sizes and colours but he was clearly no koi. So who was he then? Were they simply a pair of strangers passing in the night? Both drawn to the lifeless expanse of these hills for their own, secretive reasons.

There was no outward aggression in the shinobi's posture, his hackles remained down and his teeth hidden behind straight lips. Even his toes were limp and relaxed, talons left idle, like a blade left in its sheath. If the stranger didn't speak then Hattori was more than happy to follow suit, talk was cheap enough as it was these days. Rather, an unspoken question lingered in the air: spar?

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new moon fight club

Hanzō