[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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It is, of course, up to you.
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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.
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[...Not to exactly say that she won't. Moro makes no such promises.]
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Moro...[there's a pause and a slight sigh]
Should you decide I need killing, be careful. The infection is in my blood, and I don't know what it would do to you, if it did anything. But if it could affect you, it would turn you into...something undead and demonic. Don't get my blood in your mouth. Don't swallow it. Don't let it near yours.
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For some unknown reason, although I arrived soaked in a demon's blood, I was not granted its curse.
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Then I hope such immunity keeps you safe from me, should it become necessary.
Thank you for tolerating me, if only for a few moments.
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Perhaps you've struck some sort of pity in my heart.
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