stormy weather

By now Hattori was used to and appreciated the lack of visitors. Being social was trying at the best of times and the members of Tojo knew him well enough to realise what sort of man he was by now. It was not that the clan as a whole was unwelcoming, hostile to the outside world, rather they simply kept to themselves, did what needed to be done without making too many ripples. It was not a life everyone would appreciate but it was the life he himself wished to live and those who chose to remain seemed to share the sentiment.

It was with all of this in mind that he moved to the border at the sound of the call, pale brows furrowed as he wondered who it was this time. The sea soft blue of their pelt came into view and Hattori noted this was the first non-koi who had called out to Tojo in what felt like a very long time. Of course, his kin seemed to congregate here, but that didn't mean others were cast out for their lack of splodges. This one in particular was tiny and lined with scars along the meat of her thighs. She did not seem to be a fighter at first glance, but Hattori knew looks could be deceiving.

"You called?"He asked, his common tongue a little rusty, his accent thick and heavy.