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[biteoffherhead]

[I hope you were enjoying a nice, peaceful day, Luceti. Normally, the natural game keeps deeper in the forest. But, as you know deer are, they started to shift their typical grounds to avoid Moro. Lately, she's been hunting a LOT pretty close to the village, since that's where the deer seem to think they're a little safer. On this day in

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[not_a_bluesbro]

[Jaw.

Dropped.

Did a giant wolf speed right past his head just to bulldoze a deer into a gush of blood? He takes a step backwards and holds his crucifix nervously. Not in a threatening way, mind you, but in a way that says 'if she tries to bit me in half she'll probably break her teeth on it'.]

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Enjoy your meal?

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro glances at Wolfwood, face scrunched into a scowl.

...But she was too content at the moment to growl.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Okay, that's nice; so there was blood covering the ground and some really gnarly insides were freaking out everyone. That hardly bothered him as much as her teeth.

He shifts and exhales a long-held puff of cigarette smoke, looking surprised. He felt a little more at ease 'meeting' her in the village instead of the forest. Still, his inner battle strategist is already surmising things. Couldn't really help it, at this point of his life.]

I'll take that as a yes.

[biteoffherhead]

[As the scent of blood started to wane from her senses, she could smell gunpowder.

...Well. Uh. She drops her prey, and now there is growling.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[N-no fair, he's being so friendly and non-threatening... He takes a cautious step back, blinking, but otherwise looking calm.]

...Moro, right?

[Hum... better think up something that won't piss her off. 'I won't do anything' sounds like he really might, and 'I'm not a fighting type' is a pretty lame defense against the gun thing. Might as well just be honest.]

Hey now, I'm not going to do anything to anyone unless someone's life is in danger.

[biteoffherhead]

I should kill you for the scent of gunpowder.

[not_a_bluesbro]

...Well, I'll admit, I have a fair share of that on me, I apologize.

[He shifts the cross over on one shoulder. He reckons it must positively reek, considering he hadn't used any of the rounds in there. Whoops.]

I certainly can't blame you for hating it, anyway.

[biteoffherhead]

As this is your territory, I dare not do what my instincts scream at me to do and break you in half...

But if I catch you in my forest, you will die. Just as that foolish gunman who insists that he won't harm anyone with a gun.

[She shifts, gritting her teeth. ...If you look, you can see the clump of missing fur - fur that will never grow back thanks to the hideous scar from a bullet.]

[not_a_bluesbro]

If you're talking about Vash, I'll have to say his logic can be pretty outlandish.

[And of course he notices that patch, and nods toward it.]

Is that what made you hate gunmen, or was it long before that?

[Ginko'd brought it up. The bullet that was slowly killing her; it was that reason there that he'd found himself far more understanding as to why she was the way she was.]

[biteoffherhead]

Humans made guns so that they would pierce the hides of the gods themselves!

The woman that did this to me did so in her attempts to destroy my forest.

[not_a_bluesbro]

Is that so? Where I come from, guns are more like a lengthy form of self-destruction.

[Wolfwood isn't exactly a tree-hugger, of course, but the idea that someone would intentionally try and destroy something so calming and unheard of in his world surprises him.]

She sounds like she's pretty damn unpleasant, then.

[biteoffherhead]

The only satisfaction she can bring is the feeling of crushing her under one's jaws.

[not_a_bluesbro]

You're not going to eat her, are you? I wouldn't want her giving you heartburn; humans with guns aren't made of anything particularly savory.

[biteoffherhead]

I've already taken her arm, even if it took my death to do it. She can no longer hold those horrible guns of hers.

[not_a_bluesbro]

[He'd bring up the aspect of pistols should this woman ever end up in Luceti, but he certainly doesn't want to get his arm taken off.]

Do you think it was a lesson learned, or do you have your doubts about horrible humans being able to change their ways?

[biteoffherhead]

[Guns weren't that advanced in her world. ...Besides, it's highly unlikely that a pistol would do much against Moro.]

They've already killed the Forest Spirit. The very god of Life and Death. They've already destroyed the forest, and they will all die.

I regret only not being able to devour her before she led them to the Forest Spirit. I failed him.