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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is... tiptoing?

...What the hell?

Err, that is. The giant angry wolf god is tip-toeing through the village, looking... incredibly cartoony doing it. She's trying not to but it's apparently just beyond even her own willpower.

She's sniffing about, indulging in her sudden craving for fresh pies. And piggies. And grandmothers.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash is suddenly glad he's dressed as a frog and not a pig as he sits at the fountain looking for pretty girls to kiss. He knows he should run away but when he see's Moro he has trouble moving. Is she... tiptoeing?]

[biteoffherhead]

[Yes, indeed. There's mischief to cause!

She notices the "frog", slowly approaching, a cartoony smile on her face.]

Oh, little frog, won't you assist me?
I am seeking piglets three.

[goldenglasses]

[Oh man, she must be hungry. Ugh, why can't wolves be vegetarians?] I'm afraid I don't know of any pigs. Let alone three of them.

[biteoffherhead]

Then perhaps a pie baked fresh and sweet
instead of a helping of raw meat?

[Action]

[tailasoldastime]

[It is unlucky for the Beast that he came out of the Welcome Center this afternoon in the iconic (dramatically undersized) red cape, and has compulsively started heading towards the woods because a part of him is convinced that his grandmother's house is somewhere in it. So a basket full of fresh pie is exactly what he has right now.

Naturally, Beast is all-too-unimpressed with his attire but can't seem to control his direction of travel, even if there's whatthe -? A giant wolf? Giant... wolves aren't normal. He's fought wolves before, but they were regular size. This... has to be the use of magic.

Beast is worried. And unfortunately he is unaware of how vulnerable his position makes him.]

[biteoffherhead]

Traveling through the forest, who do I see?
Little Red Riding Hood, standing before me.

[Moro smiles a cartoony and so... painfully obvious evil smile.]

Is that a delicious pie I smell?
I hope your grandmother is doing well.

[tailasoldastime]

[... The wolf is rhyming. And smiling in a way that very much tells him he should run before he doesn't have the option...

But his feet won't move; god knows they should, but they aren't, oh crap.]

Why yes, it is pie! I'm taking it to my grandmother who is ill! [... Wait... how does she know he's going to his grandmother's? This sounds awfully suspicious...]

[biteoffherhead]

Grandmother is ill? Oh, how awful!
Best to bring her cakes and waffle,
Lest you never see her again,
as she might die, it's simply when.

[Action]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Moro may view, as she comes in closer to the village, that another person made wolf is prowling around. Miyabi, sized up and wearing a rather furry ens amble (http://www.3wishes.com/images/sexylilwolf-jv.jpg) is prowling around houses, peering into windows, and just being overly secretive in her hunting.

Oh, but thise ears and tail...they're real, and twitch every time she picks up the scent of tasty goods.]

[Action]

[biteoffherhead]

What is this, prowling through alley?
Another wolf, added to the tally?

[Moro's fur bristles, and she growls.]

This haunting ground is mine alone,
and to keep it I will crush your bones.

[Action]

[chiisaichou.livejournal.com]

[Miyabi blinks, then spies Moro. For a second, she smiles, but that smile turns into a look of sheer horror a second later. Wh-What?! There will be no bone crushing here, please and thank you.

...Is what she wants to say, but her hand is already at the hilt of her sword and she's baring her teeth.]

You may be big and bad, Mother Moro, but you'll find yy bark is far worse than your bite. Come at me, and you will see! I'll huff, and puff, and blow you out of Luceti!

[....Ohgods, now she's doing it.]

[Action]

[biteoffherhead]

[You may be bigger than before, but Moro is still Moro-sized! And still a wolf. And territorial. Whoops.]

What a fool! I cannot be blown away.
I am not light as straw or hay.
It is you who will fall,
or else be chased down the hall.

[consultmybooks]

[And, at some point during her tiptoeing, the sound of wood being quite enthusiastically chopped might reach her ears.

...what? Woodsmen have lives, too, y'know.]

[biteoffherhead]

[...WOODSMEN. Moro tries to be more sneaky, but with her cartoon cheese factor turned up to 8, she isn't as skilled a predator as her normal state, as she lurks closer.]

Couldn't resist...

[talontrot]

[Hello, wolf-god. Right now, this bird - who thinks she is a god herself, a Thunderbird to be exact - is circling above you in the village, beating glittering wings loudly enough to send low reverbrating shock waves through the air. Not quite as loud as thunder, but still loud enough to get attention. It's her usual sound-effects with the volume turned up...

Of course, Kazooie is not one to criticize on cartooniness. She might be more serious than usual, but even so, she's still a cartoon.]

sjhdb yes

[biteoffherhead]

What is that pressure on my ears?
Not something that evokes my fears...

[Moro scowls up at the thunder bird. She may be a character, now, but she is still fully aware of the fact that she is a God and therefore unphased by supernatural 'intimidation'.

At least, she's interpreting it at intimidation.]

Oh god... even rhyming? This wins

[talontrot]

[It's not really intimidation so much as Kazooie's usual annoying swaggering. Even if gods don't properly swagger. That's just how Kazooie rolls.

She gives a beaky grin - with two actual teeth, for once! - down at Moro from where she's perched on a roof.]

Now why would I wanna be going around scaring people? That doesn't look good on the Thunderbird resumé.

... Not that there's much on that thing besides "throwing lightning" and "making thunder", but, y'know.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY IT HAPPENED it just did shjdb

[biteoffherhead]

So you think yourself a bird of thunder?
Now about that, I must wonder.
Is it a God you wish to be?
For you will never be a God as me.

Sorry for the lateness

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[No longer skipping with merry oblivion, Little Mac Riding Hood cannot help but stare in awe of this giant beast; had her gestures had not so silly and exaggerated, though, he would have been pretty close to crapping bricks.] ... [His hand flies to his mouth.]

Nah it's not late at all

[biteoffherhead]

A second riding hood, before my eyes!
I hope my mind speaks no lies.

:]

[pugilistinpink.livejournal.com]

[As Moro addresses him, Mac's eyes become the size of saucers. Oh my! [Surely under normal circumstances, "my" would have been replaced with something distinctly rougher.]

[biteoffherhead]

Are you worried, my little pet?
Truly, my dear, you mustn't fret.

[planetcrusher.livejournal.com]

[Moro is tiptoing.

Makoto is staring, flabbergasted by the sheer size of the wolf god and the unusual behavior that she's exhibiting. Even if she doesn't know Moro, it doesn't take a genius to realize that wolves don't do that.

When Moro's close enough, wherever they are, she speaks up.]

Did you need something?

[biteoffherhead]

[...Huh.]

A spot of prey is what I seek,
Be it large, or small and meek.

[planetcrusher.livejournal.com]

Oookay.

What kind of prey?

[Is that what Moro is talking about.]