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[biteoffherhead]

[The smell of blood, Luceti, will touch your noses long before Moro's white form appears. But when she does appear, she is heavily soaked with blood and covered in wounds, and those who can detect the stench of a demon's blood as opposed to any other kind of blood will find it all over Moro. She walks stiffly, in an attempt to not limp, as she

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[erythrophilia]

[Unlike most people, the smell and sight of blood will actually attract Grell. He spots Moro moving through the forest and follows after in the trees. He's been spending a lot of time in the woods, actually, just because it's far easier to spy on people out here.]

My, you are a splendid beauty, aren't you.

[biteoffherhead]

[What an odd spectacle of scent you are, Grell - a scent that Moro can't quite determine when she's already so heavily clouded with the smell of blood.

Her response is a low growl.]

[erythrophilia]

Now now, no need to be upset, my dear. I'm merely congratulating you on your most glorious victory.

[Another jump and he's to her right on a low hanging branch.]

And glorious it was if it has painted you and your prize in such pretty colors.

[biteoffherhead]

What manner of beast are you?

[erythrophilia]

Beast? [He takes offense to that. 8(]

A god if you please. Not of the same variety as you, but near enough. Grell Sutcliffe, darling. An honor to meet you finally.

[biteoffherhead]

...You do not smell of a god.

[You smell like death and dying, but not of demons, so she is confuse.]

[erythrophilia]

Mm, well, that could be because our work takes us so close to the humans. We work ever so closely with them at the end of their lives.

[biteoffherhead]

...What manner of god are you?

[erythrophilia]

Death god, my lady.

[biteoffherhead]

...You are no Forest Spirit. Do not insult him.

[erythrophilia]

Different worlds, love. Where I come from, Death is no Forest Spirit, we are officers of God.

[biteoffherhead]

[A twitch of her lip. She's not completely certain she likes you, even if the worlds are different and thereby excusing you.]