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[biteoffherhead]

[So, Moro's calmed down significantly since the arrival of the Kin'Corans. There was a bit of tension at first, with the arrival of new Lucetians, but she soon recognized their arrival pattern and left them be.

As their arrivals slowed down, Moro began to interact again. Namely, by dragging fallen wood from deep in the forest and leaving it by the village edge - something that she's done before. She's also bringing out branches of trees that have acorns and seeds still growing on them - hint hint, so to speak. She's got several other small things, such as various wild fruits and a few plants she recognized as edible thanks to San's diet before.

Moro herself will be approachable, not snarling or growling at all, and almost (aaaalmost) looking apologetic for her extreme behavior. Almost.]

Comments

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[windandrain]

[Doing her usual walk in the woods, Saori happens to spot Moro dragging wood towards the village.]

Ah, hello Moro.

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[biteoffherhead]

[Her mouth is full, but she nods! Yes hello.]

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[windandrain]

Allow me to help you.

[A small whirlwind whips up, gathering the wood and carrying it]

I wanted to thank you.

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[biteoffherhead]

I have done nothing for you.

[That whole moving-you-to-a-safe-place thing was totally not an act of generosity or empathy!]

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[windandrain]

You have.

[Believe it or not, she's grateful.]

I'd have died or had my soul taken, had you not intervened.

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[biteoffherhead]

I wasn't about to let a human have the satisfaction.

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[windandrain]

It's appreciated all the same. I would have been able to hold them off, but I was too weak from my ritual.

[Moro is incredibly tsundere sometimes isn't she?

Saori, of course, was visible in her spirit form to the wolf. A branchlike arm reaches out and gathers an enormous handful of wood.]

I am glad you showed me the kindness you did. Now that I'm properly anchored and rested I can repay that.

[biteoffherhead]

[A little tsun, but mostly she's filled with anger, hate, and spite.]

I am clearing the rot from the forest.

[windandrain]

[Oh so spiteful, but Saori isn't deterred]

Then I'll make that much easier on you. The town could use the wood. Winter is coming, after all.

[biteoffherhead]

I don't care what they do with it.

[But she does care enough to bring it to them.]

[windandrain]

I know.

[Her enormous arms scoop up more wood]

Where am I taking this, my friend? Please, direct me.

[biteoffherhead]

Leave it in human territory. They can take care of it.

[windandrain]

I'd planned to. I was asking if you'd made a pile already.

[a shrug follows, made more awkward by the lanky limbs]

Moro, can I ask you a question?

[biteoffherhead]

Do as you like.

[windandrain]

Where are you from?

[biteoffherhead]

The mountain of the Forest Spirit.

[windandrain]

And...what is the mountain like? Are there harsh winters?

[biteoffherhead]

There can be. I have seen many of them.

[windandrain]

I see. And...have you met many other gods, besides the ones here?

[biteoffherhead]

There are my pups, and the boars. And the Forest Spirit.

[windandrain]

The...Forest Spirit? The god of your forest, yes?

[Pardon her questions, she's a curious sort]

[biteoffherhead]

Yes. Life and death is his domain, and his alone.

[windandrain]

What...does he look like? An animal, like yourself?

[biteoffherhead]

He is life itself. All forms are his to behold.

[windandrain]

[She nods, understanding. She'd wondered how similar their worlds were, and...it was starting to add up to something different. Her own elongated limbs shifted to regard the wolf-god, noseless face twitching.]

He sounds...beautiful. Unbound by form and shape, like that.