Maybe It's Bad Luck. Maybe It's Fate.

Eventually, Hattori motioned for her to rise and Ochitsuki did so gratefully, though nothing showed outwardly that her body ached from being in the same position for so long. Her muscles screamed, but they would soon quiet. The fae fell into step behind and to the side of her new alpha, quiet, attentive, ready for whatever he asked.

Hattori inquired about her duties and Ochi wasted no time in answering. "I was an advisor to Kotori, when he would listen. I helped protect the borders with my sword-fighting skills and had begun learning combat without a weapon." That was long winded for the usually silent woman, but she wanted to let him know that she could be an asset to Tojo-Kai. "There was no task that I would turn away there, just as there will be no task that I will turn away here."

Ochitsuki's pride ached. She had been meant for great things and now she was begging at the doorstep of a wolf who knew exactly that. Hattori would know what she had been bred and raised for. She was nothing now, with nothing to her besmirched name aside from the katana around her neck. "My life is yours, Hattori-sama," the black and white fae's voice softer than it had been prior, as though this was the final acquiescence. The final piece of who she had once been, drifting away on the bamboo scented wind.

"Ochitsuki"