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[HANZO]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]He had lost a certain innocence a long time ago as well, groomed into a role molded for him ever since he was a child with no choice in the matter. It had been Hanzo's life for the majority of his years, until, of course, he started to burn those bridges by both mistakes and purposeful actions. He was tired of being used, of being a damn weapon and nothing more. He wanted to be himself, and he wouldn't let the tragic cost his freedom came at go to waste. So now he was here, alone in a world that was more than happy to kill him for everything he had done, in pain and staring up at someone who didn't seem capable of even seeing him let alone injuring him any further.

Although he was far from ready to trust the situation or to trust the jaguar, there wasn't much of a choice left for him. Just like with the weather, he couldn't afford to be very picky at the moment (although the rain helped to brighten his mood minutely, resembling his home and soothing an ache that still reverberated somewhere deep within his psyche.)

Perhaps it was lucky for Eimi that he was hardly larger than a damn anole, although if sightless eyes weren't the ones who happened to fall upon him it would still be obvious he was far from a lizard. His scales, although bloodied and scarred, still shimmered an iridescent blue with each shift of Hanzo's long, twining body. He was no lizard, and it was obvious he was a dragon in the flesh and blood, if smaller in stature than most would associate dragons to be. Eventually, he'd turn back to a size he was more comfortable with (although in such a densely packed forest as this it would still be difficult to be as big as he truly wanted to be)... as soon as he didn't feel like the stretch of bones and sinew was setting his entire body on fire.

The growl didn't subdue as Eimi approached, seemingly attempting to search for him and differentiate him from the foliage around, although it did quiet down subtly to allow him to speak. Small or not, his voice was still powerful, uncharacteristically deep for such a tiny creature, and it gave him the courage he needed to talk without feeling his pride die a slow and torturous death. "Down here," there was a significant amount of disdain in his tone (although it wasn't really directed at Eimi so much as it was towards his entire situation) and he didn't bother pushing it down as his mood soured once more when he realized that he was still very injured and now dependent on the help of some stranger. "I am hurt, and would appreciate some sort of help." At least he was trying to be polite. He could have cursed out everyone in a two-mile radius at that moment, pissed off enough to warrant it.