Moro (
biteoffherhead) wrote2014-11-29 02:34 am
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[Though she wasn't immediately near the village after the return to the future, it isn't long before she's back and doing her rounds outside of it. Her scent, fur and tracks once again start circling the village, and those that wander through the woods will find that they have an escort.
Those that remember living in "this" Luceti will remember Moro as a brutal forest god, who has on several occasions actually bit people for what they had done to the forest, taking limbs and even a couple lives. It was a rough year or so before Moro was stopped by those living in the village, and she permitted others to enter the foliage. She was probably one of the most dangerous incidents that the villagers had to face, with the war's absence. But as time passed, she grew more begrudgingly accepting of their presence and the fact that they were not like the humans she knew.
Of course, she is still dangerous and she still menaces those that cut down more of the trees and plants than they need. But these days she is the sort to quietly give lessons and speak her wisdom to others, and she ponders her existence in this place. She's not pleasant company, but she is very interesting company, to say the least.]
Those that remember living in "this" Luceti will remember Moro as a brutal forest god, who has on several occasions actually bit people for what they had done to the forest, taking limbs and even a couple lives. It was a rough year or so before Moro was stopped by those living in the village, and she permitted others to enter the foliage. She was probably one of the most dangerous incidents that the villagers had to face, with the war's absence. But as time passed, she grew more begrudgingly accepting of their presence and the fact that they were not like the humans she knew.
Of course, she is still dangerous and she still menaces those that cut down more of the trees and plants than they need. But these days she is the sort to quietly give lessons and speak her wisdom to others, and she ponders her existence in this place. She's not pleasant company, but she is very interesting company, to say the least.]
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Aang normally has a daily walk through the forest. Today, he sees some familiar-looking footprints, and he starts to follow them. With all the people suddenly turning up, could it be...?]
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Her memories of Moro aren't that good, but the footprints are hard to ignore, and the recollection of having some interaction with the being even more so. Looking back and realizing that Moro is still here fills her with an odd feeling; early on in her stay with Luceti she'd unknowingly dodged a bullet, and after that she'd spent most of their coexistence keeping a respectful - but not entirely understanding - distance from her and her "territory." It's odd to think how little she'd known back then, about the sort of divinity present in her own world. Her adventures had had to do with their servants instead. Now, her... experience with divine matters has changed a bit.
She kiiiind of went and got made into a deity herself in the meantime. Even here, away from her own world and its souls formed out of Chaos, she can just barely sense the life-force of others right at the edge of her awareness.
The curiosity about Moro is inevitable, and it's what fuels her careful journey through the forest now, smelling of steel and roses and something a little wilder than what's generally found in the natural world. She doesn't wear a weapon openly, though she has several hidden away with her power, just in case. Hopefully, that won't be necessary. More conflict in her life is seriously the last thing she needs. ]
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For the most part, Rudy's just chilling up there. Taking in the surroundings. Someone hadn't quite got the memo on the wolf god's return, seems like. However brief their encounters were, he still remembered her well enough. And his scent, should Moro happen to remember, still smells of gunpowder and something far less pleasant.]
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