wham bam!
Marauder
Bloodletter
10-31-2020, 03:10 PM
word count: 305
total word count: 643
Hattori turned, hearing the starlight stranger long before he caught sight of them. His ears tipped a little, adjusting now that they were within conversational distance. Calling the night beautiful seemed a little strange since Hattori he could barely see a thing but to each their own, he supposed. That was a valid point though, throughout their encounters there hadn't been much time to talk and he hadn't gone out of his way to offer his own name. Time to amend that.
"Hattori of Ashen." He hit two birds with one stone, now they'd know his name and where he was from. Lest they came seeking him out for yet another hunt or fight. Speaking of. He'd seen Stjarna's skills against other creatures but how would he fare against a shinobi and in such poor lighting too. "Would you care for a spar?" He waved his front paw in an inviting manner, silently offering them the first move. It seemed only fair given that he was picking the fight, so to speak.
He shifted, his posture changing seamlessly in the darkness of the night. His poise was firm but relaxed, ready to spring into action despite the rocky- likely unstable- terrain beneath his paws. Hattori rolled his shoulders then, warding off any stiffness as he watched and waited with a intense but patient glint in his eyes. He'd fought all sorts of opponents but none of them had been quiet so casual, laid back as though fighting was just a means of passing time. To Hattori it was a way of life, how he went about earning his keep but he found himself wondering what motivated Stjarna to take up arms. Not that it was of any importance nor was it his place to pry, but he liked to read people, to know and learn.
total word count: 643
Hattori turned, hearing the starlight stranger long before he caught sight of them. His ears tipped a little, adjusting now that they were within conversational distance. Calling the night beautiful seemed a little strange since Hattori he could barely see a thing but to each their own, he supposed. That was a valid point though, throughout their encounters there hadn't been much time to talk and he hadn't gone out of his way to offer his own name. Time to amend that.
"Hattori of Ashen." He hit two birds with one stone, now they'd know his name and where he was from. Lest they came seeking him out for yet another hunt or fight. Speaking of. He'd seen Stjarna's skills against other creatures but how would he fare against a shinobi and in such poor lighting too. "Would you care for a spar?" He waved his front paw in an inviting manner, silently offering them the first move. It seemed only fair given that he was picking the fight, so to speak.
He shifted, his posture changing seamlessly in the darkness of the night. His poise was firm but relaxed, ready to spring into action despite the rocky- likely unstable- terrain beneath his paws. Hattori rolled his shoulders then, warding off any stiffness as he watched and waited with a intense but patient glint in his eyes. He'd fought all sorts of opponents but none of them had been quiet so casual, laid back as though fighting was just a means of passing time. To Hattori it was a way of life, how he went about earning his keep but he found himself wondering what motivated Stjarna to take up arms. Not that it was of any importance nor was it his place to pry, but he liked to read people, to know and learn.
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