[No one had said anything about wild animals in the forest, so the possibility hadn't really entered into Ianto's mind when he decided to go for an afternoon stroll. Apparently it should have. He doesn't quite stumble onto Moro -- he's still a very good distance from the massive wolf when he spots her -- but he's just close enough to see that the creature under her paw is a squirrel, which is a bit too close for his own comfort.
She's huge. She's also clearly messing about, and not actually on the hunt, which he's thankful for. A playful wolf is always better than a hungry one, or so he assumes. He doesn't have any prior experience with wolves, but it's a logical deduction.
Carefully, he backs up the way he came as silently as he can in the snow, intending to retrace his steps. Playful or not, he has no intentions of disturbing Moro in what is plainly her territory.]
[She pauses, noticing his presence the very moment the wind shifted. Her playfulness disappeared in an instant, as her ears reached their tallest and her face drew into a slight scowl.]
[Instinctively, Ianto freezes. Crap. She can probably smell him. Well, nothing to be done for it except to continue backing away, which is exactly what he does. Sorry, giant wolf, he thinks to himself, as if it will help. Going away now. Just ignore me.]
and she is curious. deeply so. such a great beast... not a normal beast. she can tell that much. Moro reminds her of the wolves of her past, great dark things that thought to destroy her.
Moro is not such a creature, but it inspires caution nonetheless.
can she speak to this creature? does it speak non-human languages? wolf was never the easiest tongue for her; it was rather rudimentary, straight forward, more focused on command than response.
[ she drops down from her branch, landing lightly on the snow below and making no impact. Moro is massive next to her tiny body, but she does not seem to mind. ]
I am sorry. I would give my name, but it is a human name. I do not remember how it is spoken. Human language is lost to me.
[ even these words are exceedingly difficult. birdsong is expressive, and varied, but does not lend itself to great nuance, except in emotion. ]
[Action]vivi_aislinnFebruary 12 2011, 07:48:32 UTC
[There's a small girl in bright pink winter gear in the forest, her back turned to Moro. She appears to be making a snowman; there's a pile of smooth rocks and a few fallen branches and twigs next to her, probably for the vaguely human features. Right now, she's just humming to herself, unaware that a giant territorial wolf-god is nearby.]
[Action]vivi_aislinnFebruary 12 2011, 17:11:56 UTC
[OMG WHERE DID THAT NOISE COME FROOOOM /FLAIL.]
[Vivi turns around quickly, looking for the source of the sound. There's something enormous and white, just barely visible through the trees. She thinks it's a pile of snow at first, but something about it seems oddly familiar.]
[Curiosity's overriding any fears she might have, for now. She's not going anywhere.]
[Oh my god, it's a big wolf. This is why he should have just ignored Katara's advice on getting these spirits to teach him anything-how did he not know there was a giant wolf walking around. So this tree man just freezes in front of her, watching the squirrel.]
Awww! CUTE! [Fujiko, sitting up in a tree where she had been singing and trying to lure some bird into hanging out with her, had paused to quietly watch. Then she realized she said that out loud. Lots of things Fujiko is; sane just isn't one of them.]
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She's huge. She's also clearly messing about, and not actually on the hunt, which he's thankful for. A playful wolf is always better than a hungry one, or so he assumes. He doesn't have any prior experience with wolves, but it's a logical deduction.
Carefully, he backs up the way he came as silently as he can in the snow, intending to retrace his steps. Playful or not, he has no intentions of disturbing Moro in what is plainly her territory.]
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and she is curious. deeply so. such a great beast... not a normal beast. she can tell that much. Moro reminds her of the wolves of her past, great dark things that thought to destroy her.
Moro is not such a creature, but it inspires caution nonetheless.
can she speak to this creature? does it speak non-human languages? wolf was never the easiest tongue for her; it was rather rudimentary, straight forward, more focused on command than response.
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And what are you?
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I am the goddess Moro.
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[ she drops down from her branch, landing lightly on the snow below and making no impact. Moro is massive next to her tiny body, but she does not seem to mind. ]
I am sorry. I would give my name, but it is a human name. I do not remember how it is spoken. Human language is lost to me.
[ even these words are exceedingly difficult. birdsong is expressive, and varied, but does not lend itself to great nuance, except in emotion. ]
Are you goddess of these woods?
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[Vivi turns around quickly, looking for the source of the sound. There's something enormous and white, just barely visible through the trees. She thinks it's a pile of snow at first, but something about it seems oddly familiar.]
[Curiosity's overriding any fears she might have, for now. She's not going anywhere.]
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Oh.
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...Looks like you have her full attention, sir.]
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S-so... um... hi! You're not a violent wolf, are you? B-because I'm not very good at fighting or anything, so I'd just, y'know, run away...
[At least he smells less of human and more of a earthy smell, like grass and dirt.]
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What are you doing in this forest?
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Whoops! Sorry Ma'am! Carry on!
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[Stills quietly and for once keeps her mouth shut for a bit.]
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