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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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[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos is making his usual rounds about the village, first on the paths leading through it and then around its perimeter, just flying over the river whenever he comes to it. As deep in thought as he usually is on such occasions, he isn't distracted to be entirely ignorant of being followed.

He is distracted enough not to notice the blatant not human vibes coming off of his stalker, however.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Interesting, very interesting. Enough to distract her hunt for game, as she follows ever silently behind, only the slightest brush of foliage rustling against her movement.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Dhaos can sense his follower-- and hear, but only faintly, and only because of his angelic hearing-- but not feeling as though he is in any danger, he doesn't stop as he casts a look over his shoulder.

He doesn't turn his head enough to see the giant wolf even if she were standing in plain sight.]

[biteoffherhead]

[The longer this goes on, the more Moro's predatory instinct kicks in. The sounds get even more silent, and the gaze more intense.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[Now it's the silence Dhaos notices. Those sounds from before were getting quieter, almost disappearing entirely-- and that was something indeed, with his hearing being what it was. He slows to a stop.]

...Who goes there?

[Whoever it is, it isn't a human...]

[biteoffherhead]

[...She won't attack him, but she will leap out and land within feet of him, in a short snarl.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

[What--

Dhaos makes a short leap back and his hand shoots up, light gathering at his fingers. That is a very big wolf. A creature of the Malnosso?

But he notes that she hasn't pounced on him yet, and a short scan reveals the telltale wings of the residents of Luceti. Then this creature was...]

...I have no intention of harming you.

[biteoffherhead]

I am fully aware. I would have killed you with that chance.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[...That is true. She could easily have torn Dhaos to shreds given the inclination. The light disappears from his hand and he lowers it a little.]

...I see.

[He's not sure he wants to risk much more than that at the moment.]

[biteoffherhead]

[She simply chuckles, straightening her posture out of a combative pose.]

And what brings you into my forest?

[whatdeheckisdat]

[At that, Dhaos brings his hand down the rest of the way. No, he's not going to be attacked.]

I was merely thinking, and the village was too loud for my tastes.

[Not that it was ever terribly loud, but Dhaos enjoys his solitude.]

[biteoffherhead]

The chatter and buzz certainly is a strain on the ears.

[whatdeheckisdat]

Especially ears better at hearing than most.

[biteoffherhead]

You don't know the half of it.

[whatdeheckisdat]

...Yes, I suppose it would be worse for you than for me.

[biteoffherhead]

So what manner of being are you? Your scent isn't normal.

[whatdeheckisdat]

...Angels and seraphim, my kind are called. But in reality, we are nothing more than the descendants of a disillusioned people following a madman.

[He's learned a lot about his world and his people recently, and he's still feeling out of sorts with it all.]

[biteoffherhead]

I've not heard the terms you used.

[whatdeheckisdat]

[How odd. ...Well, angels are a man-made concept, now Dhaos thinks about it.]

Then I suppose the best way to describe myself would be a magical being wrongfully associated with heaven.

[biteoffherhead]

But not human.

[That's good enough for her.]

[whatdeheckisdat]

Absolutely not.

[And proud of it.]