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biteoffherhead) wrote2015-01-26 01:04 am
biteoffherhead) wrote2015-01-26 01:04 am
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[Weakness... what is weakness? What does it mean to be too weak to leave?
Truly, there are few with stronger convictions than Moro. There are few that have more brute strength than Moro, and almost none that have the resolution to easily kill with a single bite and to taste blood on their tongue like Moro.
But she is also weak, in ways. She is stubborn. She is narrow-focused. She focuses not on herself, but on the forest and nature around her - she exists for that, not for herself. Doubly so now that she has no pack to live with. The aching wound in her chest remains and sucks her strength away, and she will undoubtedly be sickly and even die for it. She starves in this place, because there is not enough food for her.
But Moro doesn't focus on these things. She doesn't ask these questions. She simply... exists, as she always has. She bares her fangs at those breaking branches off of trees, and stalks those that gather fruits or go hunting. She is resuming her duty as though nothing has changed. But her demeanor has changed, as well, these days. She also watches as people are leaving or going back into the village. She can be seen hovering nearby, ears clearly pointed in their direction and listening to their words.
In some instances, Moro even speaks to them, when they approach the forest or are wandering through it.]
Do you seek strength?
[A strange question, coming from Moro. She has never been the sort to open her ears to other people's thoughts and views, or to offer any sort of aid - if that even is what she is doing now. She is not exactly the most trustworthy god, having been one that has sunken her teeth into transgressors with little hesitation. But she has also existed to her fullest every day, with resolution and will that was unshakeable - there may be something to be learned from her, for those that are bold enough.]
Truly, there are few with stronger convictions than Moro. There are few that have more brute strength than Moro, and almost none that have the resolution to easily kill with a single bite and to taste blood on their tongue like Moro.
But she is also weak, in ways. She is stubborn. She is narrow-focused. She focuses not on herself, but on the forest and nature around her - she exists for that, not for herself. Doubly so now that she has no pack to live with. The aching wound in her chest remains and sucks her strength away, and she will undoubtedly be sickly and even die for it. She starves in this place, because there is not enough food for her.
But Moro doesn't focus on these things. She doesn't ask these questions. She simply... exists, as she always has. She bares her fangs at those breaking branches off of trees, and stalks those that gather fruits or go hunting. She is resuming her duty as though nothing has changed. But her demeanor has changed, as well, these days. She also watches as people are leaving or going back into the village. She can be seen hovering nearby, ears clearly pointed in their direction and listening to their words.
In some instances, Moro even speaks to them, when they approach the forest or are wandering through it.]
Do you seek strength?
[A strange question, coming from Moro. She has never been the sort to open her ears to other people's thoughts and views, or to offer any sort of aid - if that even is what she is doing now. She is not exactly the most trustworthy god, having been one that has sunken her teeth into transgressors with little hesitation. But she has also existed to her fullest every day, with resolution and will that was unshakeable - there may be something to be learned from her, for those that are bold enough.]