ardent

better together



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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12-06-2021, 10:40 AM

Hattori stood amongst the bone white trees of the Shrine, spring rain tapping the canopy above like the drumming of impatient fingers. The sun had long since set and despite the haze of his memory Hattori knew it would return in a few hours or so. He simply had to wait and see. Finding comfort in the scent that filled his nostrils, Hattori lingered just on the other side as he took it all in. Naturally, the pack's boundaries were not as intently marked as he would have liked but it was enough to know Ashen still stood. That the disease and madness of the world hadn't brought it to ruin, sharply put an end to their growing legacy in an ooze-ridden wheeze. It would take more than that, of this Hattori was certain.

And yet, he felt little desire to fall back into old habits. To simply exist as though nothing had changed, his bout of unselfness as he regarded it had truly put things into perspective. Reminded him of what was important as it chased away any hint of complacency, a driving need to be better, stronger. Superior in all ways as was his birthright.

Ignoring the growing ache of his horns, Hattori tipped his head back and called out for the Ashen Empress. About damn time.

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