ardent

Warui shirase

Hattori



Ochitsuki

Tojo-kai
Chinpira

Intermediate Fighter (45)

Beginner Intellectual (0)

age
7 Years
gender
Female
gems
51
size
Large
build
Light
posts
36
player
Res
04-13-2023, 10:54 AM

Ochitsuki Ishii's life had been turned upside down. Her family was dead, one of whom had died by her own paw. Honor had demanded it. With her father's kingdom in shambles and all of his supporters having been slain or turned, there had been no place for the monochromatic woman to go other than out to sea. For the sake of her own life, the last remaining Ishii boarded a ship and made her way across the roiling waters, following the tail end of a story. It could very well be a myth, but it had been said that Hattori Hanzo, son of her father's friend, had settled on foreign shores. Having met the man once or twice in her youth, Ochi hoped that he might grant her sanctuary. But did she need it?

After the ship sank and the slender woman washed up on shore, she had been found by a wolf named Kotori. He had welcomed her into his pack so that she could rest and heal. A bandage was still wrapped about her right eye, but she had a feeling that it would be able to be removed soon. The gash above it had closed, but the bandage was needed to hold the poultice in place that would prevent scarring. It had seemed important to the Valtan leader, so she acquiesced.

Her time in Valta had been peaceful and she had rested as intended. The fuzziness in her mind had ceased and Ochi was soon ready to travel. Kotori had bid her luck in her journey and, oddly, the woman had been a little hesitant to leave. If she stayed in Valta, did she need to beg for sanctuary from Hattori? If anything, it might do her well to see a familiar face and to share the news of her kingdoms downfall.

The directions that she had been given were spot on and the woman wasted little time in making her way south. A giant wall of bamboo rose up before her and Ochitsuki inhaled deeply of its familiar, earthly scent. The black and white fae then howled, requesting an audience. She found a patch of shade and seated herself, katana slung over her neck and shoulder. Would he even recognize her? She'd looked much different the last time they'd met.

"Speech"





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