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[biteoffherhead]

[There is a little biddy fawn flittering around Luceti. You know, baby deer fawn. Yep. Also, a giant wolf god behind it. THIS CAN ONLY END BADLY RIGHT.

...Except not. The fawn doesn't seem to be afraid of Moro at all. And if Moro doesn't see you? You'll find that Moro is playing with this thing. Playing with a fawn. A prey animal. If

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That was fail. [Action]

[a_childish_lord]

[Rae will be watching this from a distance, smiling. It's nice to see her nice to something]

Not like I have alerts to let me know ._. [Action]

[biteoffherhead]

[Oooooh boy when she catches your scent. It's just that kind of look.

Be glad she's distracted with guarding the fawn!]

Ah, I don't have them either! [Action]

[a_childish_lord]

[Well, there goes the smile!

He's still watching though. Not like he'd hurt a cute little deer.]

LJ you fag :| [Action]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro just doesn't know. That face says innocent but that scent says killing machine. And well. Follow your nose :|a]

Really. =\ [Action]

[a_childish_lord]

[But he faints at the sight of blood man! (And can Rae really be all that bad with his own little pet dragon following him around? C'moon)]

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[biteoffherhead]

[Nope, just like anyone who has a gun ever, she assumes you're a murderer.]

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[a_childish_lord]

[...You can be a bit of a meanie Moro..]

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[biteoffherhead]

[That's what happens when someone burns half your home down and shoots you in the chest.]

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[a_childish_lord]

[And Rae almost had his head chopped off...he doesn't hold any grudges! :|]

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[biteoffherhead]

[Well then obviously you're doing it wrong. Because Moro is right. Moro is never wrong :|a]