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[biteoffherhead]

[Not far from the outskirts of the village, for any who have a tendency to venture into the forest, you'll find a trail of what looks like bandages, the fabric frayed and chewed off. The bandages, of course, have old, dried blood soaked into the weave, and so it lets off that icky metallic smell

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[keusrai]

[Guess who's loitering trying to contact the spirits in the forest again? |D That's right, it's poor Keusrai. The smell of blood breaks his concentration, again, and he goes off to find the source.]

[...No blood on the trees. Good. There's some bandages, though. Following their trail now.]

[...Oh, christ. It's Moro. brb hiding behind a tree.]

[biteoffherhead]

[...GRRRR]

...in which I abuse ellipses at the start of sentences

[keusrai]

[...Okay, hiding behind the trees is really not honorable. With a bright blue glow, a tree-like crystalline growth is going to slowly form in front of Moro. Keu, also radiating blue, is going to emerge. He'll stand right below the fauxliage and, turning towards Moro, bow deeply. He's definitely quite afraid, but trying to overcome it.]

...Greetings, Moro.

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro's fur bristles, clearly unhappy with the show of magic.

She looks more keen to take you out right now :|]

[keusrai]

[Well, fml. Not such a good idea after all. Not taking his eyes off of Moro, he'll aim a kick backwards at the crystree, which shatters into a multitude of small shards. ...He'll clean them up later.]

I apologize. I thought that that would be a fitting tribute of sorts, but I was wrong. [Still frightened, but he's noticed something now.] ...Those bandages I saw. Were they yours?

[biteoffherhead]

...They were. They shielded the proud war wounds as they matured into battle scars.

[She sounds waaaay too proud about that]

[keusrai]

[Well, he can understand why, at least.] I see. Were they the wounds from that demon, or did you take a chunk out of someone else?

[biteoffherhead]

...San had been weakened. I was sheltering her in the meantime.

[keusrai]

You were protecting someone? They'd have to be really important to you...

[biteoffherhead]

San is my daughter.

[keusrai]

Oh... I see. Did she get attacked while she was recovering, or... well, what happened to cause those wounds?

[biteoffherhead]

The Malnosso had kidnapped her. Though she is strong, even she fell.

[keusrai]

...It's hard when something like that happens to someone close to you. Is she doing alright now?

[biteoffherhead]

She is not as weak as a pathetic human.

[keusrai]

[Ouch. Well, it's better than getting chomped.] Right, sorry. I shouldn't have expected any less from a god. [...He's really wondering who on earth the father was, but better to shut up about that.]

...Hey, would you like me to help clean that blood off of you, or would you rather leave it there?

[biteoffherhead]

Leave it. It's a mark of pride.