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Hanzō

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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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10-15-2020, 04:13 PM

Perhaps his call came across as pointed and demanding, but Hattori much preferred to cut to the chase then have to deal with a middle man. Regardless of whether they got off on the wrong paw Hattori wasn't here to make friends, he had information to share and they would listen, as to what happened after that was their call. To the shinobi's satisfaction he wasn't left waiting for long, the two wolves that emerged from the long grass were about as tall as him, shrouded in dark pelts with sabres they were no doubt more than willing to use. Given the chance or excuse. His gaze remained cold and neutral, yet a slight glimmer of curiosity shone through as he took note of the wolves that had claimed Hanako as their own. Without paying the price, from what he'd heard.

Evidently she had a type.

"I am Hattori, I serve Ashen as a shinobi but that is not why I am here... Hanako is yours, yes?" He asked with a subtle tilt of his head, though he already knew the answer.

The scents that clung to her pelt were akin to what he smelled now, she didn't seem to be regarded as property here but her sense of belonging was undeniable.  No doubt mentioning her would arouse their suspicion, or at the very least would paint himself as a threat towards the dainty koi girl, but if that is the conclusion they wished to leap to then so be it. He would soon correct the course of their ire.

"I owe the girl a favour." His gaze briefly flicked skywards to the eagle that soared above, one of his many sources of information. He did not look away for long."It has come to my attention that her slavers are looking for her... Keepers I believe they call themselves." A ghost of a scoff lingered in his voice. To say he looked down on them and their trade was a fair observation. "They shall arrive within a week, perhaps less."

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