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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.]

Comments

[biteoffherhead]

[Both lucky and unlucky for you, Moro has no magic powers. Aside from the whole re-animating head thing but that's not the issue here. It's more that even as a beast, you are pretty much just a puppy in comparison to her.]

[tailasoldastime]

[And Beast notices this size and power difference all too well as he continues down the path, trying his very best not to show the nervousness he feels deep down.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Yeeeeep. This is probably a very unsettling experience for you! Especially since Moro's face has lost that cartoony grin, and is locked back into her usual cold, distant, predatory expression.]

[tailasoldastime]

[He notes this change, and naturally feels even more uncomfortable with each pace, feeling a little more relieved as he senses he's getting closer to the cottage... or should he feel less relieved...?]