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Usagi

Loner

Master Fighter (245)

Advanced Hunter (103)

An icon representing the specialty Weaponsmaster Weaponsmaster
age
5 Years
gender
Male
gems
139
size
Medium
build
Light
posts
182
player
Talia

Samhain 2022Statue 4 Worship
06-08-2022, 12:46 PM
Find #2

Though he was bitter about his injury, and more sour than usual (if such a thing was even possible), Usagi forced himself to continue some semblance of a routine to keep himself from stewing in misery. Which wasn't working - he was miserable, inside and out, and if looks could kill, Tojo itself would've been doomed. Mossy eyes clouded with pain and sharp like cyanide, the koi wolf limped through the maze, his right hind ankle thickly bandaged and off the ground. He ensured to follow Tenshi's instructions as much as possible, and if it meant he'd heal faster, then so be it. Keep it clean, keep it bandaged. A twisted scowl marred his charcoal lips, stretching down further than it ever had, his brow furrowed in a constant display of sheer anger. If one looked closer at his hobbling form, they could've sworn they could see white-hot flames surrounding his aura. He was anger personified.

It wasn't long after he passed a landmark, a notch he himself had cut into the thick stalk of a bamboo shoot, that he knew he was approaching the thicker central part of the maze. And it wasn't long in his miserable stew of thoughts that his range of sight was interrupted by another koi-splotched figure. Seriously, how many koi were drawn to this pack? Was it some sort of beacon they emitted, reaching even those from his native land? No longer so focused on his wound, Usagi approached the figure, a slimly built woman who sat herself like a cat and was resting her chin upon a regal-looking blade. The hohei didn't have his own double-bladed word on him, having left it in his den reluctantly. He wouldn't be of any use fighting or sparring in his state, anyways. She appeared to be meditating, eyes closed and seemingly deep in thought. The warrior tilted his head, flopped ear flicking briefly before he cleared his throat. A more subtle way of interrupted someone, perhaps. He shifted on his three legs, not really wanting to socialize, but was grudgingly accepting anything that could get him off of feeling the constant throb of his ankle.

”Speech”  ’Thought’

wishing there was something left to lose
this could be the day i die for you—






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