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Kuroki

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age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
42
size
Dire wolf
build
Balanced
posts
305
player
Ali

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08-23-2021, 10:17 AM (This post was last modified: 08-23-2021, 10:17 AM by Kuroki. Edited 1 time in total.)


Kuroki was not fond of mornings, nor did he like being dragged out of bed early. He grumbled and groaned, pitching a sulk as he reluctantly set out, following in his sire's footsteps only because he wasn't given much of a choice. Whether it was a punishment or not Takē was lucky, still cosied up in his bed, with a day of trailing after their mother ahead of him. Nothing like the discipline Kuroki received whenever he stepped out of line, go figure.

Kuroki spent most of the journey wondering where the hell Hattori was taking them, he'd wandered off alone a time or two but he'd never made a point of climbing a mountain just for the sake of it. No doubt there was a deeper meaning behind this but whenever the prince asked the Shogun would only vaguely tell him he would see in time. Whatever that was supposed to mean.

It certainly wasn't a walk in the park and explained why Hattori had been going light on their training in the few days prior, he'd been leading up to this for a while, it seemed. Anyway, Kuroki was fit and strong for his age but sheeesh. His breathing was hard and laboured, his limbs aching up a storm as he squinted against the cold wind. Whatever was waiting at the finishing line better be worth it, or Kuroki would have some edged words.

And there it was, standing before them, just like it had sprung out of one of Hattori's old stories of Nippon. Any and all complaints slipped his mind as he stared up at it, mouth agape as the dark of his gaze roved over all the hard lines carved in stone. This place was old...like really, really old. Unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Was everywhere in Nippon like this? And just what laid inside, ready to be sniffed and poked?  For a split second he couldn't believe Hattori was giving them free rein to explore and shot his sire a look, as though to say really? Sure enough there were conditions, as always. Kuroki shoved them aside and bounced on his paws, his former exhaustion waning as anticipation flooded his system.

"Yeah yeah."He dismissed Hattori's warning with a wave of a paw and turned to look at his sisters, wearing a face splitting grin. "Last one in stinks of cat shit!"

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