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[biteoffherhead]

[No time for patrolling the forests today. Those of you roaming in the forest get a free pass! Moro herself is roaming the edge of the village, or rather, where she considers her territory to start, and marking it by rubbing against the trees, leaving her thick, wiry hair caught in every tree's bark.

She isn't even scowling at the sight of humans, today. Rather, she's grinning, darkly, still hatefully, but something's up. ...The most educated guess is that it has to do with the draft.]

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[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Mouth set in a hard line, Ginko has headed immediately for the forest border. The slight tension in his posture is enough to indicate his mood. Hell, Moro can probably smell it.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Since you usually smoke like a chimney? Yes, she smells you coming. She stops, standing alert.]

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[because it's been a while and he was totally flirting with your daughter, and he needs as much time to let his cold anger settle as possible, he bows a polite depth-- and stays that way until he's said]

--I have a favor to ask from you, if you're willing.

[biteoffherhead]

A favor?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

That's right. [levelly. Not an unusual thing to ask from a god, at least, and he's willing to offer about anything in exchange]

[biteoffherhead]

And what would you ask of me, Ginko?

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

You are being sent out, because they need more to fight in their wars, are you not?

[entaiho]

[Rokuta is out in the forest today as well, though this time not in kirin form. His reaction to the draft list was to go find somewhere relatively quiet to be alone, meaning that he's perched up in the crook of a tree branch and scowling up at the sky overhead.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Oh. That's a pleasantly distracting scent. Moro stops, looking up into the tree.]

[entaiho]

[Hard to miss a giant wolf wandering around, really. Especially when Moro's blood-scent isn't quite so pleasant to him. Rokuta glances down at her, straightens a bit in his perch, and even manages a respectful sort of nod in greeting.]

Moro. You're... going, aren't you?

[biteoffherhead]

I am. I will have the enemy tremble with fear.

[entaiho]

Ah.

[He dislikes this. He very clearly dislikes this, and very much. Rokuta shifts a little and glances away.]

I'll watch the forest while you're gone. If you'd like.

[biteoffherhead]

I am honored. I leave it in your care, then.

My daughter may stay behind as well, or may join me on the battlefield.

[entaiho]

Why does there always have to be fighting?

[Suddenly restless, Rokuta pushes to his feet again, balancing on the tree limb as easily as though it were level ground and looking out over the rest of the forest. The peace of it is reassuring, even if the thought of those being drawn off to war is not.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[not following her this time. She'll be at the den when Moro gets back.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Yep. She's bringing a nice big fat deer home.]

[forestpride.livejournal.com]

[Good. San hasn't been much for hunting lately - too much of that and she'll just get weak]

[biteoffherhead]

[She sets the deer down, licking her chops.]

I will be marching into battle, soon.

[vivi-aislinn.livejournal.com]

[...Moro, you have a curious little stalker. Vivi's just following you, trying to decide what you're doing. Maybe you're marking your territory, or maybe you're just trying to scratch an itch? |Da In the latter case, she'd gladly help, except for the whole intense-hatred-of-humans part.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Iiiit's territory marking, since she never stops to rub a particular spot.]

[vivi-aislinn.livejournal.com]

[Well, it was a cute image in Vivi's mind. |D Even though Moro would prefer to scratch said itch with human bones or something idk.]

[Vivi will skip ahead a little bit, now walking at Moro's side - the one closest to the village, just to be safe.]

Hey, Moro! Whatcha doing?

[biteoffherhead]

[Growling at you, first and foremost.]

Marking my territory.

[vivi-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Oh, okay! That's a good idea... you're going to go fight, right? [She's gesturing to the hairy trees left in Moro's path.] That'll let people know you're still guarding the forest even though you won't be here.

[Little miss Captain Obvious right here, yep.]

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

[ once more, there is a doll watching you, Moro. though this time she's on the ground to start. after a moment's curious observation, she'll approach, and dip a curtsy. ]

Hello, Moro.

[biteoffherhead]

Little spirit.