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[biteoffherhead]

[A post from Moro's journal is extremely rare - that thing almost always sits in her den, completely ignored. But apparently, her message is pressing enough to paw at the thing until she feels it's turned on.

Which means about five minutes of a giant paw padding the paper before Moro's grumbling voice goes through it.]

If you humans do hear me: do not forget that the trees without leaves in winter are not dead. Do not cut them unless you are sure they are or unless you are in dire need.

[...As usual, assuming the worst in terms of human intelligence.]

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[biteoffherhead]

How astute.

[She... might be teasing, but it's hard to tell.]

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[Of course, being able to register any teasing on her part isn't exactly plausible for him. So instead he continues to be fixed on how huge she is. Hopefully Moro won't be offended by him just.... looking at her and not really doing much else. He's a very stupid quiet bear, you see.]

[biteoffherhead]

You smell of bear.

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[Why yes, yes he does. But he wasn't expecting her to smell his +anima, so he doesn't exactly know what to make of the situation. Maybe it would have been easier had Moro not been a giant predatory animal. But at any rate she doesn't seem to be attacking. He'll just keep watching and listening.]

[biteoffherhead]

[She's waiting, a wry smile on her face.]

Come, now, use that human tongue. That's all it's good for.

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[But he doesn't like using his words! But on the other hand he always does what people tell him to do. What a quandary this is for him.]

[biteoffherhead]

[She starts meandering closer, staring intently. C'moooon.]

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[and he's still... not saying anything. His eyes glancing over towards her two tails. That's .... almost as strange to him as her size.]

[biteoffherhead]

Are you a bear, wearing human skin?

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[He'll shake his head no. Even though she really wants him to speak...]

[biteoffherhead]

Do you live with a bear, that has rubbed off its scent on you?

No, that would smell different. Tell me, boy. I do hate guessing games.

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[He'll take that as his cue to unleash his claws. His arm sprouting the thick gray fur of a bear. His fingers transforming into long, sharp claws.

He wasn't supposed to use his +anima unless he felt it was necessary, however he is definitely a show-not-tell sort of person.]

[biteoffherhead]

...

[That is certainly very familiar. Moro gets very close, nearly touching her nose to it as she takes in the scent.]

Do you know of the boy Cooro?

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[If she had asked him this on the day of his arrival he would have been able to tell her "yes" right away. Unfortunately it's been a little while since he's arrived here, and his memories of home and friends have completely blipped out of his recent memory.

So, after a moment of visible confusion, he reaches without a word for the flower book in his bag. Flipping through it in the hopes that he would know this Cooro person. And lo', on his second page he came across his feather. Memories of his friend and their adventures together coming back to him he picked up the little black feather.]

Cooro.

[biteoffherhead]

[She takes a quick sniff of the feather. Yep, that's Cooro.]

The boy was here, some time ago.

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't quite understand, because he doesn't remember Cooro being here. Not that he was at Luceti at the time. With his barely-tentative-even-at-best grasp of the concept of time, it's one of the many things that fly over his head.]

[biteoffherhead]

What was that word he used? +Anima?

this may or may not be my sortest tag with him so far. o.o

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[He nodded his head yes.]

LMAO I'm sure there will be shorter

[biteoffherhead]

You are welcome in my forest as you please, then.

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he didn't know this was her forest, but that shifted him back into focusing on the present moment. He wasn't uncomfortably tense anymore, even if he wasn't completely at ease yet. It wasn't a matter of fear, it was a matter of Moro being such a large predatory animal that was still somewhat of a stranger to him.

After all, he grew up in a culture that taught him to properly respect nature. Even if he can't remember hi time with them anymore, the culture was still ingrained somewhere deep enough in his subconscious to not be completely wiped by his amnesia issues. One of those lessons being that even if there are many things that can be learned from them, predators were meant to be given a nice wide birth. To do otherwise would be disrespectful and downright foolish of him.]

[biteoffherhead]

I will not forget your scent.

[And with that, she leaves! You are now free to do whatever the fuck you want in this forest. Enjoy it!]

[amurui.livejournal.com]

[Horray! He won't be doing much in it during the winter, and right now specifically he'll just head back where he came. But hey when the snow melts expect him to be wandering around looking for pretty flowers and tasty plants! Oh, and probably eating honey like this icon, yup.]