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[biteoffherhead]

[One month after her 'victory' against Ninetails, Moro is in much better shape. She isn't roaming close to the village lately, however - any snowfall is remarkably free of her giant pawprints. But for those that venture into the forest, the prints in the snow or dirt are almost always fresh - she has been roaming nearly nonstop since she recovered.

Today, one may find Moro comfortably perched near the lake, looking over the wildlife that came to the water. There's been no effort to hide herself, despite her smell of old, caked blood still a bit fresh from the shoulder wound that Ninetails had inflicted, and the numerous other scars. She was still a bit tender, after all, and those were vulnerable spots. But, as is her way, she's stubborn and confident to the end.

And honestly, for those who want to talk to her, she's looking very content and very peaceful. She'll probably be willing to have a civil conversation! (Gasp!)]

Comments

I'm not sure I have any idea what my muse is saying anymore. He's such a silly man.

[goldenglasses]

[Vash sighs. That wasn't the right thing to say obviously.] But just because someone is wiser or stronger than another, why does that make them superior? True that makes it so they should be listened to and followed, but that doesn't make them any better than the people who listen to them. After all, a leader has nothing without their followers.

lol same problem I have with Moro sometimes

[biteoffherhead]

They are better than others because of their skills.

[Superiority is not arrogance, apparently, simply fact.]

[goldenglasses]

[And Vash hopes you never met his brother with that non-arrogant attitude.] But don't the followers also have skills? That's why a leader wants followers, isn't it? So that there is a collection of skills that will help solve any problem.

[biteoffherhead]

Yes. There is a place for every wolf in the pack.

[goldenglasses]

Then, doesn't that make everyone equal? [He's trying so hard.]

[biteoffherhead]

...No. Some roles are more important than others.

[goldenglasses]

I don't know about that. Sometimes the smallest and even the most mundane seeming task can be very important.

[biteoffherhead]

All tasks are important and needed.

[goldenglasses]

Then why are they not equal?

[biteoffherhead]

Necessity does not mean equality.

[goldenglasses]

Then what does? Everyone here in Luceti seems to be equal to me, why can't it work elsewhere?

[biteoffherhead]

...What does equality mean to you?

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet for awhile as he thinks it over. It is a complicated question after all.] I suppose I see it as people treating each other equally, not trying to take advantage of or thinking that they're better each other because one is superior to another.

[biteoffherhead]

Then you and I are speaking of entirely different things.

You are speaking like a human, instead of understanding a wolf.

[goldenglasses]

I'm sorry. [And he is. More that he knows he'll never be able to agree with much of your thinking.] I'd just like to believe everyone can get along. Gods and humans.

[biteoffherhead]

It once was. But the gods will not humbly stand still and allow the humans to tear down the forests and to kill the gods. To cut the head of the forest spirit, out of their greed!

[goldenglasses]

Ah. No, of course they can't just do nothing against that. [They don't need to kill, but uh... we'll just not say that right now.] But what about in a world where the humans are taking care of the forest and trying to make it grow. Can't they live equally together then?

[biteoffherhead]

It once was.

[And the tone says, 'never will be again'.]

[goldenglasses]

It could always be again.

[biteoffherhead]

Never. Once they turned the guns against the gods, and cut the head of the forest spirit... they have sinned beyond redemption.

May they all die for their actions.

[goldenglasses]

That is a horrible thing, but there must be some way for them to make up for their mistake.

[biteoffherhead]

They will die. With the Forest Spirit dead, everything will die.

[goldenglasses]

But what if they try to care for the forest? Couldn't a new Forest Spirit be born?

[biteoffherhead]

The Forest Spirit will not die with his head cut off. He will take the lives of every living thing, until the sun rises and he fades away in his true death.

[goldenglasses]

Then what about those who survive after the day breaks? Couldn't they start work on repairing the forest?