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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]

[a faint smirk and he rubs the back of his neck] I'd count myself pretty fortunate too, then.

[biteoffherhead]

Were anyone else to have fallen for San, I would bite their heads off. But not you.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

[Moro, you would make a hell of a mother in law. He frowns slightly, thinking]

What is Ashitaka like?

[biteoffherhead]

Intent on stopping the battle between gods and humans. He is not unlike how humans used to be.

[one-green-eye.livejournal.com]

Hm. [a faint smile] I'm glad to hear there are some like him.

...

does San love him, do you think? [he's only heard a little about him]

[biteoffherhead]

It was difficult for me to imagine so. But humans experience love beyond what a wolf feels. The only love I had ever known was the love for my pups. For the Forest Spirit.