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[biteoffherhead]

[Just another day, another time for Moro. Though usually quite content to keep her distance from humans (despite her growing fondness and affections towards the captives of Luceti, she was still incredibly hesitant to be trustful), today it seems she's lounging around just outside the village boundaries. She's even stretching and rolling around,

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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro spots him, lip curling in mild distaste, but not growling.]

Ah.

[biteoffherhead]

[Honestly, this is Moro on a good day.]

You are not unsettling me.

[antlioncyclone]

[Hey, big wolf. Mewtwo's seen you before...mainly from an aerial viewpoint. And you're kind of big and ferocious-looking and seem to be the type that wouldn't take kindly to other things horning in on your territory. So.

Curious watching from a distance...]

[biteoffherhead]

[Interesting! When your scent catches the wind, Moro will roll over onto her belly, sniffing the air.]

[antlioncyclone]

[The creature called Moro is common local legend, even if Mewtwo hasn't heard the entirety of whatever stories there are about it. He's run on the assumption for some time that the unusually large beast he had glimpsed on occasion was the same creature, but hadn't had reason to approach before, even just to confirm his suspicions.

...He recalls a recent conversation. It would be wise to acquaint himself with the local guardian, his situation being what it was. Now is as good a time as any to verify the great beast's identity.

Mewtwo stand and approaches - not threateningly and not challengingly, pace casual and stance relaxed, but without a fearful or submissive air. He believes himself to be no weaker or stronger than Moro, and he is coming to greet her as an equal and fellow.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro is naturally carrying a superior air, as is her nature, but she also keeps signs of aggression limited. A few audible, heavy sniffs and snorts later, she speaks.]

What manner of beast are you?

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[decauldron]

[While Moro is hunting in the forest, she may come across a new person she hasn't seen before. If it even is a person. Hakumen is just sitting by a tree, meditating, when he feels a new presence in the forest and begins to investigate.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro senses the approach of someone (something?), but doesn't lose her focus on the deer nearby, sloooowly inching towards it, deadly silent.]

whoops sorry this is kind of late

[decauldron]

[Hakumen as well is keeping his steps quiet, though if she were to even turn to him it wouldn't be hard to spot such a tall person. White never did blend well with green. He doesn't say anything once he spots Moro, nor does he move to interrupt the wolf. He will however continue to watch and see what happens.]

nah no worries

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro would argue on the ability to blend, as she's quite able to hide from plain sight. Eventually, she explodes from her hiding place, mauling the deer before it had a chance to scream or beg for mercy.]

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[toujoursfluer]

[She is merely wandering through the forest and has been for some time to see what can be seen. She is faintly aware of being followed but not entirely concerned with the experience.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Since hunting is a bit of a bust, today, she's at least practicing her stalking, following a fair distance but being quite silent.]

[toujoursfluer]

[She is good, Robin doesn't even realize any more and continues on her way.]

[After a moment, Robin stops. Arms blossom from the forest floor, hands linking fingers together which she sits on and then opens her journal, searching for information about this part of the forest. Is she near the barrier, she wonders, or where the strange creature called Moro lives?]

[biteoffherhead]

[Hands? ...Strange. Moro looms nearby, watching intently for any further development.]

[gasconadead]

[ Is that a giant wolf rolling around just beyond the edge of the trees?

Why is he staring at it? He should be moving. Quickly. In the other direction.

But no. No, Flynn is staring, and wondering idly what he would taste like to a giant wolf. ]

[biteoffherhead]

[As the wind changes, Moro rolls to her feet, fur bristling as her ears turn to try and catch 'sight' of her visitor.]

Show yourself.

[gasconadead]

[ He's going to die.

This is it. This is the end. It was nice knowing you, life. O, cruel fate! To be fed to a giant, angry wolf that hates him.

Wincing, he edges a little closer. A few steps. Juuuuust a bit. Trying to stay just far enough to run. Not that he thinks he'd survive, but he's just got to try. ]

..... hhhhhhhhhhey there. You look ... lovely, today. Nice fur. Very ... white.

[biteoffherhead]

[The fear simply makes her laugh.]

Finally, a human that instinctively knows his place.