Chimpers

0x3…360

ERC721

Hotori remembered the smell of river mud and crushed nightshade—the scent of their ascension. Everyone assumed their fury was born from failing to save their sibling, Mahoba, from a wasting sickness. They saw a brawler playing at hedge magic, recklessly brewing cures near the amber-leaved clearings where the river ran fastest. They watched Hotori consume the final, volatile potion and buckle as raw power surged through them, a desperate last act of a grieving sibling. They saw the witch’s hat as a sad tribute. They were wrong. Mahoba was never sick. The potion was not a cure, but a cage. The ritual was a transfer, planned by Mahoba to shed a power that was consuming them. Hotori willingly became the vessel; their furious glare is the strain of containment, and the smirk is for the secret only the two of them share.

Name

Hotori

Owner

0x11078A6411f67fE035825Dbc90a30A0D0A75C880

ID#4067

Rarity

X-HI:7%