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[Just another day, another time for Moro. Though usually quite content to keep her distance from humans (despite her growing fondness and affections towards the captives of Luceti, she was still incredibly hesitant to be trustful), today it seems she's lounging around just outside the village boundaries. She's even stretching and rolling around, participating in very casual behavior, not very typical of her usual demeanor.

Of course, these slightly embarrassing behaviors are only viewable from a distance, as she quickly regains her dignity and sulks into the cover of the trees when someone approaches too close.

The second half of the day is spent idly hunting. Because it's best to stock up on fatty reserves for the winter anyway. You might get that funny feeling of being followed...]

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[She is merely wandering through the forest and has been for some time to see what can be seen. She is faintly aware of being followed but not entirely concerned with the experience.]

[Since hunting is a bit of a bust, today, she's at least practicing her stalking, following a fair distance but being quite silent.]

[She is good, Robin doesn't even realize any more and continues on her way.]

[After a moment, Robin stops. Arms blossom from the forest floor, hands linking fingers together which she sits on and then opens her journal, searching for information about this part of the forest. Is she near the barrier, she wonders, or where the strange creature called Moro lives?]

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[Hands? ...Strange. Moro looms nearby, watching intently for any further development.]

[Nothing much of interest happens except Robin reading. At some point the feeling of being watched grows strong and she looks up and eventually in Moro's direction. It is difficult to tell if there is something there or it is just her imagination making shapes of things so you might notice, if you are sharp, an eye or two appearing nearby to observe you.]

[The scent is diluted, but about the same. She turns her nose to the eyes, her gaze following, though an ear still pointed towards the main person.

She lowers her head to investigate further, snorting hot air onto the eyes, as if testing them.]

[The eyes blink and burst into little flutters of petals. Robin knows enough that it's a wolf and a large wolf. Is it possibly--?]

Are you Moro-san?

[She looks in the direction and can just make out the huge creature among the trees. How interesting.]

Heisuke told me about you.

[Moro approaches the woman, absolutely not intimidated in the slightest.]

I am. And, as well he should; all humans should know of my presence.

[Robin is impressed by the size of the great wolf as she emerges from her hiding. Hei-chan has said she eats people and Robin doesn't doubt it.]

And why is that? Who are you?

[It's an honest question and not meant to be insolent. Robin senses something timeless about her.]

I am the great goddess Moro, guardian of the forests. Those who defile the trees will be met a swift death in my jaws.

[Timeless, indeed. Robin takes her at her word, for though she has never met a Goddess, she's never met such a large beautiful wolf either.]

I will remember that... What drives you to protect the forest? Is it something you've decided or is it an instinct?

[She doesn't follow religion, but knows of them, yet asking the meanings of things from a Goddess herself--that is something new.]

I am the earth's fangs. It is the tusks of the boar gods that are born for guarding the forest, but when there are no others, I will rise and take the responsibility.

This forest has nothing. And without me, it is abused.

[There is something noble about that endeavor...and something that they share as well. Moro protects the forest, Robin protects the history, though the forest is far older and far more mysterious than even poneglyphs can translate.]

I don't think we have such gods where I come from but, on my hometown at least, we took care of our forest.

[Wood was precious after all and trees were important.]

There was even a great living tree with deep roots and a hollow trunk that we filled with our library.

[And often times, when she was little, she would wonder if the tree had a voice of its own but one that no one could hear, and maybe it read the books when no one was around, absorbing the words through the pages and bindings.]

Knowledge is sung, in the forest. The trees and spirits know the lyrics.

If only humans could hear them.

[Some humans can, she doesn't doubt, but most can barely hear themseleves-- and of course hearing and comprehension are two different things. Maybe the history of the forest would be too much to understand, too much history layered back before time even came into existence.]

They lost that long before even I was born. If they had kept it, they would do it no harm.

[She wasn't aware that gods were born. It's such an interesting concept.]

So things go. Humans generally don't live long enough to stop changing. Maybe it's for the best. Even if we had the forests secrets, some would find a way to exploit it.

[Another unfortunate trait of humanity. Or maybe fortunate? It's how they've survived, after all.]

If the humans knew the secrets of the forest, they would know better than to strike against it. If the forest dies, so do they.

[Perhaps not literally, but Moro's tone indicates a very important amount of depth to that statement.]

Why is that?

[She's seen more of seas than forests in her life and for all she knows, the sea gives more life than forests do.]

For that is where the Forest Spirit resides. The god of life and death.

I've never heard of this spirit. Is there one in every forest? What does it do?

There is but one. It is because of him, that life is able to move. Be taken from some so that it may be given to others. He keeps it moving.

I see. What an interesting creature.
[But she doesn't think that such a thing exists in her world. Everyone moves too fast and life moves with them.]

Where I come from, it's the force of ones own will that's the strongest. [Those who were determined enough, it seemed, always survived the longest. Or so the stories went.]

[You get one of Moro's cruelest, instinctually horrific laughs.]

Ah hah hah hah! Were that the case, then the humans would have all died at the whim of the gods, with their pathetic willpower and pitiful cowardice!

[It is rather horrific but Robin finds it fascinatingly thrilling to be near such a strong creature. My, what big teeth you have, Moro-san.]

You don't know the right humans, then, Moro-san.

[After all the only god she has ever seen was defeated by Luffy. She has seen her nakama been snatched from death more than once...and even herself, without the aid of gods.]

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