nineteenth dream

[to_an_extreme]

[Evening had come, and darkness has descended. There was a light drizzle, but it is warm, warm enough to bring forth an eerie fog that spread like a plague across the hills. The landscape is dead, barren, for the humans have been harvesting the trees here. The grass is thin and brittle under her paws despite the rain. It looks nothing like what it

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[ann_withane]

[Anne stands to the side, utterly terrified. She should have known, really -- Moro was a wolf spirit, and wolves were predators, and Moro had never really been the most gentle of spirits. Anne had always gotten a sense that there was a deep current of anger running through the spirit's soul. But knowing and seeing are two entirely different things, and Anne has never seen any violence as brutal as this before. She's not going to forget it soon.]

[to_an_extreme]

[It was her home. She was not a mindless beast attacking anything and everything, but she would fight tooth and limb for her forest, and had done so to the cost of her life. She'd have been quite happy had the humans simply left the forest alone, for she could have rested peacefully.]

[ann_withane]

[Anne looked around desperately for a way to escape, afraid that Moro would see her as an intruder and enemy as well.]

[to_an_extreme]

[She regards the girl, for despite the scents in the air, she knows that this is not one of Eboshi's people, for they all reek. Still... then who? Ears flicker, as Moro's rage simmers down, for her enemy has already been taken.]

Who...

[ann_withane]

[Anne gulps nervously. She has to respond, otherwise Moro might get angry and attack, but it takes her some moments as fear robs her voice.]

A-Anne. Anne Shirley.

[to_an_extreme]

Anne.

[Moro mulls over that, pausing as her eyes narrow.

The City.

Yet, why was she here? Her posture changes, the aggression slipping away from her massive frame, though confusion still remains.]

[ann_withane]

[Anne can sense when Moro relaxes, and so she does too -- but not entirely. She still can't get the image of all those bloody deaths out of her head.]

I--I think this is a curse. I've been walking in and out of people's dreams.

[to_an_extreme]

I will not attack you.

[Whether it needed to be said or not, the wolf stated it, as her head turned back to the scene. Her eyes narrow, for yes, it didn't make sense. Real life had not gone this way. Eboshi lived, despite all the harm she had done to the land and the animals.

Despite herself, she gives a soft huff-like laugh.]

I assume with no control over which you enter.

[ann_withane]

[Anne nodded, and then wondered if she should have shook her head. Did it look like she was agreeing with what Moro said, or that she had control over which dreams she entered?]

None at all. I just take a step and whoosh! I'm somewhere else. It's very disconcerting.

[to_an_extreme]

They are not always so.

[She comments, referring to her dream, but more often than not, the wolf goddess dreams of that moment; the moment where she would ahve taken Eboshi's life.]