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ventori



Hanzō

Tojo-kai
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Master Hunter (240)

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age
8 Years
gender
Male
gems
1815
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
1,276
player
Ali

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11-20-2020, 04:10 PM

As if he ever could. The words had been uttered and it was too late to take them back, not that Hattori cared to. He chalked it up to the fact that-currently at least- it was his job to serve, that if she asked him to jump he'd want to know how high, but deep down he knew it was more than that. Multifaceted and gleaming like Venom's sharp gaze. Her expression danced with mirth and it was a pleasure to see, not that Hattori's own features said as much. Despite the sharp contrast in their personalities she was easier to get along with than most, she simply accepted his nature as it was and left it at that. There was a lot others could learn from her and he could see why the Armada supported her so readily, she had far more potential than anyone else he'd met. And that meant a lot coming from someone as judgy as him.

His eagle soon landed and he came bearing a gift. Clutched in his talons was a fish, not one Hattori recognised, but it looked edible and large enough for the pair to eat together. Without even needing to be dismissed the eagle excused himself and took flight once more, keeping a watchful eye on the borders as Hattori so often directed him to do. The shinobi eyed the fish for a long and lingering moment, watching it's gills open and close as it grew all the more sluggish with each passing second. And then it was dead, no fanfare or drama just an inevitable silence. Reaching out with a front paw, Hattori slashed the fish into two with a few swipes of his talons. A neat, almost perfect 60/40 ratio, with Venom having the larger half. He said nothing as he pulled his section closer and began to tuck in with grace and manners expected of a man of his upbringing.

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