mun was looking at beyondthewardrobe but would love suggestions, too!

[resolvere]

[So her mun finally has plenty of icon space to muck about with.

But where does that leave her?

She's just a white wolf to the majority of people, after all. Those who know her as the sun god, the mother of all and origin of god, are few and far between.

But where to go?

Have you ever seen a wolf look this thoughtful before?]

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[sunnydwithagun]

(Being the Solar Boy, Django can easily tell that there's more to this white wolf than it seems. He has no idea why she feels as radiant as the sun, but he's going to find out! He might be giving off his own aura as well, something that says Django has special connections to the sun. Perhaps Ammy might notice it?)

You're certainly an elegant looking wolf...are you lost?

[resolvere]

[Oh yes, Mother notices everything. The sun gives life, but its fierceness can also take it away. As solar-related as he appears to be, she must be careful.

She taps the ground with a paw before looking down, and letters begin to appear as though painted by an invisible brush.

I AM NOT LOST. ARE YOU?]

[sunnydwithagun]

(Wow...definitely not a normal wolf. He has to admit; this is very impressive.)

Not truly lost, no; an adventurer like myself may not always have a specific destination in mind, but that's the beauty of exploring.

[resolvere]

[Yeah, man, be impressed. Wanna see the sun really close? She can do that, too. Need a fire? Yep, she can do that, too.

EXPLORATION IS A WONDERFUL THING. I KNOW OF ADVENTURE. MY NAME IS AMATERASU. AND YOU?]

[sunnydwithagun]

(Awesomest wolf ever.)

It most certainly is.

I'm Django. Solar Boy Django. It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaterasu.

[resolvere]

[That is nothing more than the most truest of true facts.

SOLAR BOY? YOU DRAW POWER FROM THE SUN?]

[sunnydwithagun]

I do. As a solar child, the sun grants me power, power I can use for enchanting weapons and charging my solar gun. Thanks to the great gift of the sun, I am able to continue hunting vampires and battling the forces of darkness.

[resolvere]

[Hmm.

GUN? WHAT IS THAT?

Sorry, bro. Ancient Japan.]

[sunnydwithagun]

(Whoops, he didn't take that into account. His world doesn't have much in oriental style; his is more a wild west setting.

Still, he shows Ammy his solar gun.)

Guns are weapons that mostly used for mid-to-long range combat. While normal guns require bullets to fire, my solar gun requires sunlight, which it condenses into bullets it can shoot.

[resolvere]

[She leans her head back as the weapon makes its appearance, her fur standing on end. If the scrolls of the traveler and sixth Celestial Envoy were correct, this would be something that came from the Moon Tribe, or from Yami.

Yami being the ultimate evil.

So it is without hesitation that moves back a bit, alert should this "gun" try to do anything to attack her or anyone else. She doesn't trust it, that much is easy to see.]

[machspeed]

Sup dog?

[resolvere]

[Talking pony! Does she look like a dog? Because she's not. She's a wolf!

She glances at the multicolored young horse in interest, tilting her head to the side.

Words appear on the ground between them, words that look like they've been painted with a very nice brush.

SUP? WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?]

[machspeed]

[ Well that's new. ]

Like, "what's up"?

[resolvere]

[So are colorful, talking ponies, but she's not going to say anything.

THE SKY IS UP. OR ARE YOU ASKING WHAT IS GOING ON IN MY LIFE?]

[machspeed]

The sky sure is up, but yeah the other thing!

[resolvere]

[She sits, tail whup-whup-whupping against the floor as the totally ordinary white wolf gets lost in thought again.

MANY THINGS. NOW, HOWEVER, MY MUN IS ACTIVELY PURSUING A GAME FOR ME. SHE'S JUST A BIT LOST ON WHERE.]

[deathwarder]

[ I don't know. Good question, though... have you seen a dragon look this murderous before?

Actually, never mind. That might just be Deathwing's default expression. Carry on. With a giant hulking monstrosity of metal and pure nightmares in your space now. ]

[resolvere]

[She sure has! Just not a Western dragon.

Boy howdy, he does look angry.

But she's not at all afraid. Curious, mostly. The metal is new. What kind of beast can he be to have metal as a part of him? Yami had metal to shield him, but...

If he's quiet and keen, he'll hear her voice in his head. The voice of the most patient and loving mother one could imagine.

Are you quite all right?]

[deathwarder]

[ Voices are unwelcome in his head, mother wolf. He's got too many swirling around in there already. And so when an intrusion is detected, he flinches, eyes that burn like the sun, yet with a mad flame to them, go wide, panicked, deadly tail thrashing to and fro. The gentleness with which he is addressed is confusing, bewildering, a chime of reason in a head filled with insanity. He responds in turn, unevenly, his instability clear:

All right? All right? No, of course not. I can never be. Never again.

His massive head tilts and swivels her direction, wings rising defensively. He, of course, is not afraid either. Simply startled.

Is it you who speaks to me? Or am I imagining? Are they playing tricks on me? ]

[resolvere]

[Oh gosh, he's a fussy thing. Thrashing about like that can't be any good on his nerves, can it? She's never thought about it like that...she's always assumed that those inclined to the gods who could hear her wouldn't be alarmed.

She steps back and uses her other method of communication: words appear on the ground between them thanks to the stroke of an invisible brush.

I APOLOGIZE FOR STARTLING YOU. I DID NOT INTEND TO DO SO.

And, oh, wouldn't you know? If he looks closer, deeper, that wolf is not so white. Crimson markings about the eye and shoulders...and what's that thing on her back, turning in circles and spouting flame and blue energy?]

[deathwarder]

[ Deathwing's vision is clouded, but he looks upon the letters nonetheless, drawn to them. Sliding forward with uncertain steps, lowering his maw to her message and giving it a sniff. ]

Enchanted transcription?

[ And indeed, her fantastic appearance attracts his attention, and hope you don't mind him giving you a sniff, too. Well-intended, really. He's just trying to figure this out. ]

You... you're no ordinary wolf. Great power. Great renown. It radiates from your presence.

[resolvere]

[Dragons let out lots of air when they do the sniffing thing, but she's not going to show if his breath is offensive. She doesn't bathe, after all, he could have terrible breath and it wouldn't be for her to say or make physical note of.

Though she will narrow her eyes a bit at his wind and look comical at the same time.

I AM THE SUN GOD, AMATERASU. WHO ARE YOU?]

[deathwarder]

[ It is certainly terrible, precisely her bane, smelling of death and decay. Deathwing blinks in rapid succession as he tries to keep up with the quickly forming sentences. ]

A god?

[ He seems uneasy at this revelation. Again, not frightened, but undoubtedly uncomfortable. He elects not to answer her question quite yet. ]

I see. And your domain is the sun, that which fosters all life upon our planet?

[resolvere]

[Hey, man. The sun gives life and it can take it away.

Besides, wolves are carnivores, and she's carried around plenty of meat and fish to feed dogs and cats with to be used to it. Death and decay are a natural part of life. The only thing really strange about him is the metal. But she won't ask just yet.

With air free of dead man's mouth, she pants, licking her jaws before black lips part into a neutral expression.

MY DOMAIN IS ALL OF CREATION. MOTHER TO ALL AND ORIGIN OF THAT WHICH IS GOOD.]

[deathwarder]

All of creation...

[ Deathwing ponders this for a moment, and deciding to play at her game on a whim, waves his claws in the air, words of his own weaving before her feet.

THIS IS MOST UNFORTUNATE. FOR MY DOMAIN IS THAT OF DESTRUCTION. TRAITOR TO ALL AND ORIGIN OF THAT WHICH IS EVIL. DEATHWING, HE WHO DESTROYED A WORLD, HE WHO OPPOSES SHE WHO IS LIFE. ]