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[biteoffherhead]

[And now for something completely different! Something simple, yet astonishing in its own right.

Moro, playing with a squirrel.


...Granted, the squirrel is running for its life, as Moro playfully bats at it, chasing it in the snow and pinning it with a massive paw. Then she would release it, before letting it scurry off before trotting after it.

Don't let your guard down, though. Even now, the scent of a fresh kill lingers on her. Likely a deer. Her full belly may also be why this little squirrel is getting harassed rather than killed.]

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[coffeeking]

[No one had said anything about wild animals in the forest, so the possibility hadn't really entered into Ianto's mind when he decided to go for an afternoon stroll. Apparently it should have. He doesn't quite stumble onto Moro -- he's still a very good distance from the massive wolf when he spots her -- but he's just close enough to see that the creature under her paw is a squirrel, which is a bit too close for his own comfort.

She's huge. She's also clearly messing about, and not actually on the hunt, which he's thankful for. A playful wolf is always better than a hungry one, or so he assumes. He doesn't have any prior experience with wolves, but it's a logical deduction.

Carefully, he backs up the way he came as silently as he can in the snow, intending to retrace his steps. Playful or not, he has no intentions of disturbing Moro in what is plainly her territory.]

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[biteoffherhead]

[She pauses, noticing his presence the very moment the wind shifted. Her playfulness disappeared in an instant, as her ears reached their tallest and her face drew into a slight scowl.]

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[coffeeking]

[Instinctively, Ianto freezes. Crap. She can probably smell him. Well, nothing to be done for it except to continue backing away, which is exactly what he does. Sorry, giant wolf, he thinks to himself, as if it will help. Going away now. Just ignore me.]

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

[ there is a doll watching you from a tree, Moro.

and she is curious. deeply so. such a great beast... not a normal beast. she can tell that much. Moro reminds her of the wolves of her past, great dark things that thought to destroy her.

Moro is not such a creature, but it inspires caution nonetheless.

can she speak to this creature? does it speak non-human languages? wolf was never the easiest tongue for her; it was rather rudimentary, straight forward, more focused on command than response.

she tries birdsong. ]

And what are you?

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro's ears twitch, and she lets the squirrel retreat in a flurry of angry chatters and swears. It takes her a moment to decipher the words.]

I am the goddess Moro.

[talvimyrskyn.livejournal.com]

A goddess. I have not had the honor.

[ she drops down from her branch, landing lightly on the snow below and making no impact. Moro is massive next to her tiny body, but she does not seem to mind. ]

I am sorry. I would give my name, but it is a human name. I do not remember how it is spoken. Human language is lost to me.

[ even these words are exceedingly difficult. birdsong is expressive, and varied, but does not lend itself to great nuance, except in emotion. ]

Are you goddess of these woods?

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[vivi-aislinn.livejournal.com]

[There's a small girl in bright pink winter gear in the forest, her back turned to Moro. She appears to be making a snowman; there's a pile of smooth rocks and a few fallen branches and twigs next to her, probably for the vaguely human features. Right now, she's just humming to herself, unaware that a giant territorial wolf-god is nearby.]

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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is still a fair distance away when she notices the child building something. She lets out a low growl to alert the girl of her presence.]

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[vivi-aislinn.livejournal.com]

[OMG WHERE DID THAT NOISE COME FROOOOM /FLAIL.]

[Vivi turns around quickly, looking for the source of the sound. There's something enormous and white, just barely visible through the trees. She thinks it's a pile of snow at first, but something about it seems oddly familiar.]

[Curiosity's overriding any fears she might have, for now. She's not going anywhere.]

[pearheaded]

[Oh my god, it's a big wolf. This is why he should have just ignored Katara's advice on getting these spirits to teach him anything—how did he not know there was a giant wolf walking around. So this tree man just freezes in front of her, watching the squirrel.]

...



Oh.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro gets distracted by the new scent, the squirrel taking full advantage of this by scrambling up a tree.

...Looks like you have her full attention, sir.]

[pearheaded]

[0_0;;]

S-so... um... hi! You're not a violent wolf, are you? B-because I'm not very good at fighting or anything, so I'd just, y'know, run away...

[At least he smells less of human and more of a earthy smell, like grass and dirt.]

[doubleppk]

Awww! CUTE! [Fujiko, sitting up in a tree where she had been singing and trying to lure some bird into hanging out with her, had paused to quietly watch. Then she realized she said that out loud. Lots of things Fujiko is; sane just isn't one of them.]

Whoops! Sorry Ma'am! Carry on!

[biteoffherhead]

[It's certainly enough to get a furious scowl out of her.]

[doubleppk]

... Eep.

[Stills quietly and for once keeps her mouth shut for a bit.]

1/5 Oh dear god I STILL can't get it right. I'M SO SORRY!

[goldenglasses]

[Vash had been resting in a tree. Listening for Faeren to keep his bond with her strong. When suddenly he is attacked by a squirrel running for it's very life!]

OUCH! Oh! Hey! Careful! Stop it! What are you-OW! Watch the hair! Will you please calm dow-WHAAAAAAAAAAA! [In his attempt to get the frantic thing off him, down he falls with a SPLAT into the snow below.]

2/5 Never going to tag again after this :(

[goldenglasses]

[He pulls his head out of the snow. Some of it clings all over his hair and his face.] Owowowow... what was that all abou-

3/5 I am LITERALLY shaking my head in shame.

[goldenglasses]

[And looking up. Huh, would you look at that?]

4/5 Oh thank god it's almost over

[goldenglasses]

[Oh, what do you know. A giant wolf! It all makes sense now!]

Holy crap... I did it. *goes to crawl under a rock now*

[goldenglasses]

Uh... uh... um, hiiiiiiii Moro. I was just leaving. Um. BYE! [Slowly backing away on his hands and knees as he slowly starts to stand up.]

Jesus fuck my inbox

[biteoffherhead]

It has been some time.

[derek-bliss.livejournal.com]

[Derek's scent is one among many that has no doubt been marring the forest for Moro lately. It smells more strongly these days of the thing inside him, but the human is still there, too, although it carries a hefty amount of hurt with it.

He's been doing his best to stay out of her usual haunts, but his trail between village and the northern mountain foothills has been used frequently while he sets up a camp for himself in one of the caves. And as it's evening now, and the sun is out of reach, Derek is making another trek down into the village for the last of the things he thinks he might need to survive away from the others.

He'll pause a decent distance away, simply watching the chase, his eyes an eerie blue glow in the twilight.]

[biteoffherhead]

[It catches Moro's attention very quickly, and she swiftly shifts her attention fully to him.]

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[knightofratatosk]

[... Moro what are you doing to that squirrel, that is not very nice. Emil does not approve... but he's not gutsy enough to do much about it. Yet.]

H-hey, leave it alone...

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[biteoffherhead]

[She's not about to get caught playing again, so she dives in for a swift CHOMP. Luckily, the squirrel escapes up a tree, leaving Moro to turn her attention to Emil.]