cat-rastrophe

Hanzō · 10-18-2020, 06:02 PM

The scent of blood lingered in the air, a freshly made kill from the smell of it. Hattori had fought more than his fair share of predators lately and yet he found himself lured in by the smell, of the promise of action and conquest. He had nothing to prove, he knew his worth and was recovering nicely but it seemed as though in some sense or another he'd started to enjoy the bloodshed. It was not unheard of for a shinobi to feel that way but that was not the sort of man Hattori aimed to be. He did what had to be done, that's all. And yet there he was, striding through the prairie till his eyes locked upon a wolf who seemingly carried the same intent. From scent alone Hattori could tell that he was a wolf of the Armada, a fellow warrior. The shinobi said nothing as he regarded the stranger but his intent was clear enough, his talons ripped the grass as he showed of a flash of teeth, as if anticipating the taste of blood.

The cat wasn't so far ahead, hunched over a deer that was blinking slowly, calm, as it was eaten alive.

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cat-rastrophe

Hanzō