Event | Aphro

[celestial_okami]

The goddess's mood had only continued to sour upon her return to the hotel. First she had left on a bad note (at least in her mind), and when she had been dropped back into the hotel while on her way to Nippon to finish some important business, she had been embarrassed in front of someone important to her. Now she was trapped in an outfit she hated

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[bigwolflady]

Moro had managed to stay out of the way of most people in the hotel. For most of her stay here, she'd managed to keep out of the way, keep to herself. But for the past few days, she'd felt an all too familiar heat begin to creep up under her skin. She'd stayed in her wolf form, avoiding people, and scaring away those who approached. But the heat burning in her was beginning to get a too much to bear

[celestial_okami]

The anger abated for a moment as Ammy's ears perked, her head turning toward the other and in that moment she knew what and who Moro was. Her dark gaze softened, and she offered her hand to her, her fingers passing over the pale fur.

"Daughter." She was not a god of the brush, but a child of the earth. Ammy could smell the scent of the woods that clung to her, of the trees and grasses, the creatures there. The scent of home was a small comfort in a cage so large. This young wolf mother was far, far away from the woods she protected, as far from them as Amaterasu was from the Celestial Plains.

Do they have no shame in keeping the gods from their work? Surely it must be so. Shifting on her perch, she scratched between Moro's ears, then pulled another apple out of the folds of her jacket to offer her. It was not much Ammy knew, but she also knew she didn't have any fresh meat on her. She wondered how long Moro had been within the walls of the hotel. Too long, if her nose did not lie.

[bigwolflady]

Moro pressed her big nose to the Goddess' thigh gently, her eyes falling half shut at the hand that run through her fur. It was comforting, to not be alone in this place

[celestial_okami]

"I was. I had been summoned to Nippon, but was brought here instead." Which irked her. She wanted to be home fighting demons and be with her young son, cleansing the land and teaching her new cub the ways of the gods. He was barely old enough to run, though she had been pleased by his progress. Amaterasu was sure that in time he would become a powerful god on his own even if being apart from him still pained her

[bigwolflady]

"This place has a maddening habit of doing that. However...I believe I am dead." She made a sort of wolf-laughing sound. She'd already given her life against the demons. Saved her daughter. Hopefully the child would grow up well without her.

Seeing her tail wag, Moro leaned closer to lick gently at the woman's face. She didn't mind so much that the woman had nothing to offer. She wasn't this woman's goddess after all. In fact it was closer to the other way around. She could feel Ammy's discomfort however, and the heat that was in her body was nagging again. Perhaps if she shifted to her human form? It was never quite so bad in that frail form. But then, if it had been, the humans probably wouldn't have been able to withstand it. Silly frail things.

"And the heat is nigh unbearable sometimes." She sighed. "I was on my way to attempt to cool off, Mother. If you wished to join me? It may take our minds off the frustrations this place affords?" He great, golden eyes seemed to glint in the light as she offered another wolf-smile.

pfff, pardon my fail. I was out of town without the internet. ;; 3 ;;

[celestial_okami]

"Dead?" Her ears flicked in interest, but the goddess did not sound upset at the news. Often she had met others who had said they had died but were brought to places like this. It was done, and she could feel Moro's resolve. Whatever had happened, Moro did not regret her actions, and the goddess wrapped her arms around the giant wolf's neck as far as she could reach in a gentle hug. Moro had nice fur, and Ammy rubbed her cheek against it before slipping off the couch