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[biteoffherhead]

[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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[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[The creature called Moro is common local legend, even if Mewtwo hasn't heard the entirety of whatever stories there are about it. He's run on the assumption for some time that the unusually large beast he had glimpsed on occasion was the same creature, but hadn't had reason to approach before, even just to confirm his suspicions.

...He recalls a recent conversation. It would be wise to acquaint himself with the local guardian, his situation being what it was. Now is as good a time as any to verify the great beast's identity.

Mewtwo stand and approaches - not threateningly and not challengingly, pace casual and stance relaxed, but without a fearful or submissive air. He believes himself to be no weaker or stronger than Moro, and he is coming to greet her as an equal and fellow.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is naturally carrying a superior air, as is her nature, but she also keeps signs of aggression limited. A few audible, heavy sniffs and snorts later, she speaks.]

What manner of beast are you?

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[Mewtwo stops at an appropriate distance from Moro, staying on the edge of the trees' shadows, behind the outer boundary of the village.

Here's hoping that wolf gods don't object to telepathy.]

I am a Pokemon, known as Mewtwo.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro tenses, immediately reacting with a snarl, though as she processes it, she calms. Interesting - she's never encountered this means of communication.

Give her a second, she'll figure it out.]

A strange creature indeed. With strange powers, and a stranger scent.

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[...Mewtwo has never given much thought to his scent before. He's not surprised that it seems 'strange', though.]

I wish to know if you are the creature called Moro, the guardian.

[biteoffherhead]

That I am. The Goddess Moro, guardian of the forests.

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

[Mewtwo nods, then after a hesitation, extends the nod into a respectful bow of the head.]

Then I have a question for you, as one speaking to a guardian.

[biteoffherhead]

You may ask.

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

What is required of a powerful creature, that it may be considered a "guardian"?

[biteoffherhead]

...Required?

[Give her a bit. That's actually a very strange concept!]

...Gods are born, as gods. With very little exception.

[San is the perfect example.]

What do you intend to guard? I know only a love for the forest.

[antlioncyclone.livejournal.com]

I am not sure of that myself. I know that the role of a guardian is different somehow from the role of most creatures, regardless of how powerful they are; and I have come to believe that, in this place, taking on such a role is what I must do to satisfy a calling and a promise.

[His tail flicks and curls slowly, and he pauses momentarily.]

My nature in my own world is to wander freely. That is not possible here.

[biteoffherhead]

What do you seek to guard?