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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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01-09-2021, 07:21 AM

Despite the difficulty and frustrations of it all Venom had been patient and thus was now reaping the benefits of her actions, or inaction he supposed. His own injuries had held him back for quite some time, too long, resulting in him limping into Boreas half dead on his paws. But that was in the past, they were both stronger and wiser for it, ready to face whatever the future may bring. Together.  He was content to sit there and converse but it seemed as though his Empress had something else in mind, he turned in his seat and blinked at her suggestion, as though questioning whether she had the ability to read his mind.

He got to his paws and stepped down from the stony platform. She hadn't outright asked him to spar but he could infer her meaning well enough, if this was what she wanted then so be it. Rolling his shoulders, Hattori craned his neck this way and that as he limbered up. The last thing he wanted was to cramp or stiffen up, it was better to take a moment to stretch beforehand then risk pulling something. He stood tall and his gaze locked with Venom's as he nodded to her, making his consent clear.

"After you."
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