[Ugh...her head hurt. Her head and back and muscles and entire god damn body hurt. Miyabi opened her eyes slowly, still groggy from her surprise kidnapping...some time ago, whatever day it was now, and looked around. Well, the forest still looked the same, which was good. She could navigate the forest easily, seeing as how she was in it so often
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following following~]
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It could just be a forest animal, or maybe Moro, but Miyabi wanted to be sure. There was always that chance of danger, after all. She lifts her head, trying to get a good whiff of the air. Something...something was following her. And from what she could faintly sense, it was not a norma animal or person...]
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hello tiny thing!]
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Are not Ammy. And nor are you Moro. So...who are you? Miyabi tilts her head curiously, and takes a few cautious steps toward this strange, beautiful, new wolf, making a curious noise.]
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Getting up in the face of other wolves is okay. Aisling trots over, sniffing and examining those funny red markings.
Her tail wags.]
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She has definitely seen those before, on a different white canine.]
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Aisling takes a few steps back, then shifts in a swirl of mist, now kneeling on the ground....which puts her at about eye level with Miyabi.]
You're not a normal wolf, are you?
[can I pick you up puppy]
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Oh, yes, she's no ordinary wolf, if she's been turned into who she thinks she's been turned into. G-Gods, and if she has...she's going to be feeling all kinds of guilty. And weird.]
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You know, someone asked me if I was the guardian of this forest. But I only just got here, and my forest is somewhere far away. Was it you they were looking for?
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Big, angry, scary, white wolf - that's Moro. ...Did you get that?]
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She whines, and tilts her head, and begins pawing inquisitively at Aisling's leg. What's your name?]
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I'm Aisling.
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So, with a flick of her short tail, Miyabi tries to write her name in the ground, but all that happens is either a flower or two sprouting from the ground, or a messy scribble of ink plashes on the ground. ...Great, she can't write, either.]
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