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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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03-09-2021, 04:25 PM

Hattori settled into place, saying nothing as he offered his silent support. There was nothing he could say or do that would ease her pain. He knew that the birthing process was difficult and took a great toll on the Mother but he knew that his wife was a strong woman, if Deathbelle had been able to do it several times he saw no reason as to why Venom could not. But then he knew it was a complicated affair, Kiyo was a good healer, tending to the Empress with an admirable sense of calm and knowing. Hattori was many things but to say he was left unaffected by his wife's struggles was wholly inaccurate and short sighted, it bothered him more than he could say, he would have ripped the children out of her if that was what she wanted. If it would have helped.

Their first born son entered the world kicking and squealing, making a right fuss as he drew in his first breaths. The Shogun shifted to admire the boy, his brows furrowing as he took in the sight of him, the splodges of orange barely visible on his coat. It was impossible to say what sort of young man he would grow up to be but Hattori had lingering ideas, an image in his mind of his looming beside him.

A dark warrior beast worthy of Ashen's legacy.

"Kuroki." He named the boy.
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