ardent

Rivers in your mouth



Hanzō

Tojo-kai
Kaicho

Master Fighter (240)

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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total word count: 1071



Hattori's white brows twitched a little in disapproval. It seemed as though manners were in short supply around here, that Boreas was left wanting in that department. His eyes narrowed a little in consideration of her words and tone, what sort of response did she expect from him? He supposed, at a push, that he was unlike any run of the mill wolf, but what was he supposed to say to a question like that? Even though she hadn't raised her voice by any stretch of the word it was more than enough to disturb the relative silence. From there on out it was as though she'd knocked over the first domino. His attention snapped back to the building as he instinctively ducked down as a black blur swept overhead. For a brief moment he thought nothing of it and turned his attention back to the stranger, as if to finally address her question and then the swarm came rushing out of the entry way, darkening everything around them as though night had fallen in the blink of an eye.

Hattori's senses were quickly overwhelmed.

He stumbled back, ears pinned to his skull as he held his breath and bared his teeth. It was now obvious to him what was going on, they'd disturbed a colony of hibernating bats and in their sleep ridden confusion they were swirling and twisting through the air, no doubt disoriented by the broad daylight. Perhaps even enraged that they'd been woken prematurely. That theory soon proved to be true as a sharp stinging sensation pricked at his ears, and on instinct he reached up and slapped the bat away with a swipe of his talons.



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