[[Accidental Voice Post]]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro's voice clicks over the journals, in what is obviously an unintentional post. Moro seems to be in the middle of musing to herself, even.]

...no matter how many times we take their lives, they take more and more.

The forests can't handle this... a single demon can be met by my fangs, but these humans are a greater plague than nature can

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[ricketytrickery]

[There is a half-mechanical humanoid animal of some sort - looking quite like the one who deceived her earlier - making his way through the region where the caves are. Steam or mist flows from pipes extending from his back. He's got a crossbow and what looks to be a sword of some kind, but he's not using either. Just wandering peacefully... until he spots Moro.]

[Well, that is one huge wolf right there I tell you what. He's going to slowly approach, hands away from his weapons and a gentle smile on his face.]

(ooc: I don't know the canon very well, so... does iron/metal have an adverse effect on Moro? ...like the bullet in her. is that more like "oh damn there's iron in me and it hurts" or just a more general "there's a bullet in my chest and it sucks"? I've got tons of completely horrible-person plot ideas running through my head right now. |D)

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[biteoffherhead]

[Moro isn't tolerating this bull. You're getting growled at big time, you mechanical sin against nature.]

((ooc: It's more like the iron slug the size of a baseball being lodged inside of her body causes damage than the iron itself. Iron swords do very little against her.))

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[ricketytrickery]

[As soon as he hears that growl, he just slumps, looking like he's about to cry.]

You're... you're another one of those who'd just judge me b-by my appearance...

(ooc: a baseball? wow, that must have been one massive gun. is the size cannon? /shot for bad joke)

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[biteoffherhead]

Begone. Don't linger long enough for me to find a reason to break you in half.

((OOC: It's probably a little smaller, but it's a big-ass gun.))

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I care not for the inhuman.

But humans and demons will meet my fangs.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

Humans have made no effort to be trustworthy. They destroy anything in their path to simply take what they want.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

[Seeing as someone has been practicing with his gun in another part of the woods - giant wolf he’s been told doesn’t like guns is not a good thing to hear over his journal. So after the mini heart attack he picks it up to speak. I mean - gods love hearing lectures about not killing from a plant humans right?] I dunno, I think they can learn if given the chance. Everyone should be allowed to live their lives in peace.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

The humans are gathering. Their numbers grow every day, and they grow bolder and bolder as they wander so freely into the forest.

The flames of their guns will burn us all.

[Voice]

[goldenglasses]

N-now… not all people who use guns are bad - and really I find most humans are actually good and understanding if given a chance.

And is it so bad they want to view the beauty of the forest?

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

Every time I turn my gaze, I catch the scent of burnt or cut wood.

[Voice]

[derek_bliss]

...I won't pretend that I'm not one of the ones you'd despise, Moro, but if I could speak with you some time? Our paths are likely to cross a lot in the coming days, or at least I'll be in your territory often enough. I wanted to explain why before we had a bad meeting in the future.

It is, of course, up to you.

[Voice]

[biteoffherhead]

I grow tired of the human presence in the forest.

[Voice | Locked to Moro]

[derek_bliss]

I understand...which is why I'd like to speak with you. What I need...I can't really get in the village. If I could, I'd respect your wishes for me to stay away.

I...need to hunt. The meat in the stores is lacking something I need to keep an infection I have under control, so it needs to be freshly killed. Which would require going into your territory. I wouldn't take more than a rabbit or two when needed. Deer meat would be better for me, but I'd end up wasting far more than I needed, and that's not right, so I'll stick with rabbits.

But I do not want to encroach. And I don't want to waste the rest of the rabbit; I can do little with the entrails, bone and fur, so I'd want to take care of that properly, put it where it could be used. These are the things I wanted to speak to you about.

[Voice | Locked]

[biteoffherhead]

Bring no harm to the forest and I will have no reason to kill you.

[...Not to exactly say that she won't. Moro makes no such promises.]

[one_green_eye]

[It probably isn't the wisest idea to go plunging into the forest while he's still completely unable to see-- even though he's rapidly learned to use a long stick to keep from falling into a river or into trees. It's probably a worse one to head deeper and deeper in hopes that he'll come across the wolf-god-- but he has the journal with him in case he gets hopelessly lost.

And his frustration with being pent-up and blind is out-weighing his common sense, at this point.

If Moro sees him, she'll notice a man moving carefully and slowly-- eventually coming to a halt to simply sit on a rock, head tipped back to listen to the sounds of the woods around him. ]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro would have been watching him a long while, studying his behavior in amusement before finally feeling some sort of pity.]

...It seems the one sense that humans have the strongest is gone for you. What a pity.

[one_green_eye]

[He hears her heavy breathing before she speaks, so he doesn't start. He smiles, a little bitterly]

So it would seem, Moro-sama.

[biteoffherhead]

It is to be expected. Those scum that imprison us stake their claim fairly early upon arrival.

Though it's only a matter of time before I break my fangs against them again.