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Black Hole Sun



Hanzō

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8 Years
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Male
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1761
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Dire wolf
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Balanced
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12-29-2020, 09:33 AM (This post was last modified: 12-29-2020, 05:05 PM by Hanzō.)

The ocean wind was cold and brisk, blowing in strong from the east and prickling Hattori's eyes as he strode upwind. His akita companion led the way, nose to the ground and curled tail wagging as chased the scent of a familiar, yet unnameable koi wolf. Hattori wasn't quite sure what to think, or even expect. What were the chances of them being a familiar face? Let alone someone he even wished to speak to? Hattori was sure that a lot had changed in Nippon during his absence, wolves he might once have called his allies could now be enemies, he knew was taking a risk coming out here but it was a calculated one. One he believed that was worth taking.

The akita let out a sharp bark, snapping Hattori out of his introspection. His steely gaze snapped up to the stone monoliths that stood before him, tall and imposing, somewhat reminiscent of the tori gates back home. And there he was, a dead man walking. Or sitting, rather. For once Hattori was speechless, he blinked slowly as though he half expected him to vanish the moment he opened his eyes. But there he was, rough and tumbled, but very much alive and breathing. This was good news-or at the very least not bad- but Hattori remained where he was, silent, still and cautious.

Whilst it was good to see that his cousin was alive this could hardly be called a heartwarming family reunion. Raijin and Hattori had never been close, they were nothing alike and more often than not their differences incited conflict. Hattori played by the rules and respected tradition and Raijin did not. He'd always been a bit of a wild card and from the state of him, stinking and covered in seaweed, Hattori assumed that rule still applied.

Knowing his part was played for now, the akita dipped his head down into a bow for his lord and backed away. Giving the cousins their privacy. It was only then that Hattori spoke.

"Raijin. Tell me what happened."
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