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Who: Moro and Ninetails
What: A really, really nasty fight.
When: November 17th, evening.
Where: Moro's den and the surrounding area.
Summary: Moro returns to her normal age and size, and moves to her den for a short rest before Ninetails, hunting for San to exact her revenge, finds the den.
Rating: Probably along the lines of R, for the violence.
Moro had spent only a short while observing the pawprints she had left as a pup... once she returned to her proper size, she returned to her den, slightly limping from the ache of her now old, old wound, which had not been present as a pup.
San had been attacked. And Moro knew the scent. If it was wise, it would not seek the den. If it was vengeful, it would. And if it was wise, Moro would track it the following morning to chase it from the forest.
Until then, perched comfortably on the top of her cave, Moro waited. San's scent would bait the beast, and then it could fall under her fangs. Moro was well aware of the fact that she could very well die... a part of her, almost eager for it. And so she waited for the demon ninetails to show her face.
What: A really, really nasty fight.
When: November 17th, evening.
Where: Moro's den and the surrounding area.
Summary: Moro returns to her normal age and size, and moves to her den for a short rest before Ninetails, hunting for San to exact her revenge, finds the den.
Rating: Probably along the lines of R, for the violence.
Moro had spent only a short while observing the pawprints she had left as a pup... once she returned to her proper size, she returned to her den, slightly limping from the ache of her now old, old wound, which had not been present as a pup.
San had been attacked. And Moro knew the scent. If it was wise, it would not seek the den. If it was vengeful, it would. And if it was wise, Moro would track it the following morning to chase it from the forest.
Until then, perched comfortably on the top of her cave, Moro waited. San's scent would bait the beast, and then it could fall under her fangs. Moro was well aware of the fact that she could very well die... a part of her, almost eager for it. And so she waited for the demon ninetails to show her face.