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[biteoffherhead]

[There's something strange afoot, in luceti's forest. Namely that... it's bigger, in a chunk of land. The trees are remarkably taller, thicker, and generally of a different species of flora. It seems huge, towering over the natural Luceti forest, but it is only so large in area. Should you dare to venture into the massive trees, you'll eventually find yourself at a pool with pristine waters and just enough part in the trees that the sun shines down on a little central island in the lake.

If you chose to stay for a while, you'll feel a buzz of something supernatural. You'll see Japanese species of insects, maybe a mouse or two... and if you stay long enough, you may be lucky enough to encounter a tree spirit.

If there were monsters here, they are regularly cleared out. And if those familiar giant pawprints and small footprints alongside them are any indication of who, you can probably expect to encounter one of the wolf tribe within these trees.]

((OOC: That's right! You can chose to run into San, Moro, or even both of them at once. Just say who in your comment header!))

Comments

[tsuntrader]

How long did it take you to grow to your full size?

[biteoffherhead]

Longer than a human can live.

[tsuntrader]

How long is your lifespan, then? [Interest]

[biteoffherhead]

Hundreds of years. We only die when the Forest Spirit himself takes our lives.

[Or when humans blow our heads off but our pride prevents us from admitting that.]

[tsuntrader]

The Forest Spirit?

[biteoffherhead]

The god of life and death. It is he who gives life, and it is he who takes it away. That island, in the middle of the lake- that belongs to him.

If you were to set foot on it, in my world, he would take your life and give it to something else. If you set foot on it here, I will snap you in half and feed you to the trees.

[tsuntrader]

Thanks for the warning. [Not even going to question it, man. This all feels very "you don't fuck with legendary Pokémon," only without the Pokémon.]

[biteoffherhead]

[That is an appropriate response!]

This is a place of gods. I expect no less than perfect conduct from a human.

[tsuntrader]

Fair enough.

[biteoffherhead]

Tell me your name, boy.

[tsuntrader]

Silver.

[biteoffherhead]

I am Moro.

[tsuntrader]

...Nice to meet you. [He'll even add a little bow of his head! Would he say nice to meet you to the average joe? Fuck no. Moro isn't exactly the average joe, though.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro appreciates the respect, even if it's more derived from 'don't fuck with her' than any sort of reverence.]

And what brings you here, into my forest?

[tsuntrader]

Curiosity.

[biteoffherhead]

You've never seen a forest like this, then.

[tsuntrader]

No. I've seen something vaguely similar, but that's it.

[biteoffherhead]

How sad.

[tsuntrader]

Are all forests like this in your world?

[biteoffherhead]

They are. Full of life, and spirits. The trees sing... not that you humans can hear it.

[tsuntrader]

What do they sound like?

1/2

[biteoffherhead]

[She pauses, for a moment.

A human has never asked her that question.]

[biteoffherhead]

...The sound is beautiful, when they sing. The hum of life... a low, quiet chorus, even to my ears. It warms the heart and reassures the strength of the environment. It is proof that the trees are truly alive, and that all is well. Everything is in balance.

But since the humans raised their weapons against the gods, all I hear is their screaming. The high pitched sound of the trees as they cling onto life, even as they are ripped from the earth and burned. And following that, there is always silence.

[tsuntrader]

"Raised their weapons against the gods"?

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro snarls, deeply, with true hatred and bitterness. She raises her head, sticking her chest out - a deep wound, one that is only just healed over, still very raw and very likely to reopen, prominent.]

They created a weapon called a gun. It spews slugs of iron faster than the sky can drop hail. Even now an iron bullet rests within my chest, rattling my bones and creating an ache. These guns will tear apart the flesh of any creature, and the humans, the fools they are, are killing the gods so they may rip the forest apart.