[[Accidental Voice Post]]
[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 cradle.
They don't deserve the life they have. So few fight for their duty. So few live with purpose. And bull-headed humans simply won't be taught...
...My jaws ache to taste their flesh again. Their sour, unpleasant flesh... to rid them of the lives they don't deserve to have.
[Moro falls silent once more, though her heavy breathing is caught over the journal, indicating that it's open...]
((OOC: First voice post goes to the person who's been claimed, but for anyone wanting to bug her with action is free to find her perched on the top of the cave she claimed. If they can find it.))
...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 cradle.
They don't deserve the life they have. So few fight for their duty. So few live with purpose. And bull-headed humans simply won't be taught...
...My jaws ache to taste their flesh again. Their sour, unpleasant flesh... to rid them of the lives they don't deserve to have.
[Moro falls silent once more, though her heavy breathing is caught over the journal, indicating that it's open...]
((OOC: First voice post goes to the person who's been claimed, but for anyone wanting to bug her with action is free to find her perched on the top of the cave she claimed. If they can find it.))