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[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!)]

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[Don't tempt her, because she will swim that lake. She stops at a reasonable distance from it - just in case she needs to make a running jump to swim for her.]

You may lap up strips of my flesh if you so desire... in the meanwhile, I will savor in breaking open your rib cage and swallowing your heart.

[And Ninetails will be gone before she makes it across. So sad. Even when Moro moves, Ninetails doesn't but her body is tense and poised to spring if need be. As well as her sword is glowing very faintly.]

Odd, I was thinking of doing the same to that human child who stinks of you. Tell me she's well? I won't feast on a corpse.

[Going to ignore that for now in favor of insulting you.]

Tense already? Not intending to flee, are you? Are you truly so frightened of me?

[Her lips twitch faintly over her teeth, almost a snarl, but Ninetails lifts her head high and grins instead. Insults can go both ways, fleabag.]

The only things I fear are your fleas, mongrel. And your putrid stench, if anything. I only came for a drink. [And, without fear, Ninetails trots right up to the lakeside, lowers her head, and laps up some water. Frightened? Please.]

Edited 2010-12-20 01:37 (UTC)

[Well then! Moro lurches forward, paws pounding the ground as she leaped towards the fox, splashing and disrupting the peaceful scene as she swam eagerly towards her prey.]

[Her ears jerk forward and Ninetails snaps her head up with a loud and high-pitched screech. She, too, springs forward into the air, but it won't be a monstrous fox that hits the water - only to jump from the surface as if lighter than air - but woman wearing a fox mask and wielding a more manageable version of the fox's sword.]

Yours isn't the flesh and blood I wish to taste today, beast!

[But she'll at least make an attempt to leave Moro with another little parting gift. Pulling a demon slip from her robes, the masked woman flicks it right at Moro's visible head before skipping the water to the other side and making a hasty retreat. She doesn't even bother to make sure the slip hits and explodes like it should. She just wants to return to her cave.]

[The explosive is annoying, but doesn't do much damage other than temporarily knock out her left ear's hearing. She returns to shore, shaking dry and stalking back towards her den, leaving scent markings all around the territory.]

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