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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is... tiptoing?

...What the hell?

Err, that is. The giant angry wolf god is tip-toeing through the village, looking... incredibly cartoony doing it. She's trying not to but it's apparently just beyond even her own willpower.

She's sniffing about, indulging in her sudden craving for fresh pies. And piggies. And grandmothers.]

Comments

Sorry for the lateness

[pugilistinpink]

[No longer skipping with merry oblivion, Little Mac Riding Hood cannot help but stare in awe of this giant beast; had her gestures had not so silly and exaggerated, though, he would have been pretty close to crapping bricks.] ... [His hand flies to his mouth.]

Nah it's not late at all

[biteoffherhead]

A second riding hood, before my eyes!
I hope my mind speaks no lies.

:]

[pugilistinpink]

[As Moro addresses him, Mac's eyes become the size of saucers. Oh my! [Surely under normal circumstances, "my" would have been replaced with something distinctly rougher.]

[biteoffherhead]

Are you worried, my little pet?
Truly, my dear, you mustn't fret.

[planetcrusher]

[Moro is tiptoing.

Makoto is staring, flabbergasted by the sheer size of the wolf god and the unusual behavior that she's exhibiting. Even if she doesn't know Moro, it doesn't take a genius to realize that wolves don't do that.

When Moro's close enough, wherever they are, she speaks up.]

Did you need something?

[biteoffherhead]

[...Huh.]

A spot of prey is what I seek,
Be it large, or small and meek.

[planetcrusher]

Oookay.

What kind of prey?

[Is that what Moro is talking about.]

[biteoffherhead]

Perhaps pigs three, or a fat goat.
Anything to make my belly bloat.