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[wolfdeity]

So selfish are humans. You draw me from the sleep in which I will rest forever, and now I am left to nurse again the bullet in my chest. Is there no end to your selfishness?

I have lived long and seen many winters and summers in my forest. It is time for me to sleep. If we were not bound together human, I would take your throat in my jaws and rip you apart.

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[cleanse_theworld]

[Xargin looked at the white wolf and thought it beautiful. Humans could never be beautiful in his eyes. They were like a plague that needed to be wiped out.]

Humans are selfish and can never be beautiful unlike you. You are a magnificent creature.

[wolfdeity]

[ her lips curl in a faint sneer, though it looks more like a snarl, a voice comes out but it does not match her lips. beneath what seems a female voice is a deep thrumming growl ]

I am no creature. You speak to a god, boy.

[pneumonia]

Wolf!

( Shiro runs to it laughing. )

[wolfdeity]

[ to which moro turns, staring at her with nothing but amusement. ]

Such a naive human child. Do you know what I do to humans who tread so near?

[pneumonia]

Humans? Shiro is a Deadman.

( Blink. )

Does Shiro get pudding? Or a mochi?

[wolfdeity]

A Deadman? Strange turn of phrase, for you walk and breathe.

[ a short, guttural laugh ]
No, I eat them.

[pneumonia]

Hmm? You're going to eat Shiro?

( She grins a bit. Oh where's Mother Goose System now to control the Wretched Egg. )

[wolfdeity]

No, there is little point in eating now. I will rest soon, as soon as I sever this bond between this human and I. Then I will eat her instead before I die.

ahhhh this movie *__*

[just]

It's been long since last I saw a god. { Larger, even, than the Talking Wolves of Narnia. His bow is stiff from lack of practice, not so much from fear. } And it will forever be an honor.

Though a shame to learn my kind is at fault for more than your simple displeasure.

isn't it great *^* hi edmund

[wolfdeity]

You speak sweet words for a human, much like that foolish boy.
[ that earns him a curl of her lips, long white fangs poking over her mouth. ]
Yes, long have they torn apart the forest. Long have they been unable to listen to it's cries. But I hear the trees scream as they die, I hear the smallest of whispers of a mouse as grass is burnt away by those who enter my forest. They will burn us all.

I must re-watch it. Quite possibly today thanks to you

[just]

{ Much like, but he's no fool. --not that he thinks so, at any rate. } I've fought on the side of the war which bears glory to the trees and rivers and gods and beasts. I know the fight well.

YOU MUST!!!!! It's so good. ;u;

[wolfdeity]

And did you succeed? Or did you make the forest a part of your world, bend it to your will, until the trees no longer could speak and the animals became witless, brainless creatures with no spirit?

ffffffffffine ;A;

[just]

{ That's an insult.

He knows better than look unabashedly affronted. } In some wars a few beasts did lose their faith and their wit, and for many years the trees would not wake.

Those days are long gone, and the kingdom is for the creatures of the woods.

[fearcutsdeeper]

[a huge, talking wolf. arya's a little in awe, but the first question on her lips is not about speech.]

How many winters have you seen?

[wolfdeity]

Hundreds, human. I have seen the forest turn such colors as you've never seen, and watched the snow cover it all just the same. I have seen humans come and go and sometimes not return.
[ her lips curl back a little, a showing of those massive teeth. a silent sign of where they have gone. for moro will devour those who tread upon her forest. ]

[fearcutsdeeper]

[she listens, fascinated, and steels herself to not shrink away from those teeth. fear cuts deeper than swords. this wolf is like a creature out of old nan's stories, but larger and more real than she ever could have imagined.]

Are you from beyond the Wall?

[wolfdeity]

[ she smells her fascination, her fear. but there is a boldness too, and moro tilts her head. ]

I am from the Great Forest. I do not know of this wall.

[fearcutsdeeper]

[was it possible to be from so far beyond-the-wall that you didn't know what the wall was? arya wonders, and shakes her head.]

The Wall is north of my home. They say it keeps out the wildlings, and the wolves, and the children of the forest.

[reprover]

They do like to steal from me.

[wolfdeity]

You look human enough.

[ex_maelstroms207]

No matter the number of winters and summers which may pass, there is always one more which we have not yet glimpsed.

If humans are selfish, then so are we. Even I. Even you who would prefer to take rest than to embrace that which is laid at your feet.

Is it the bullet which spurns your ire? Let me tend to your wounds.

[wolfdeity]

Do not wax words at me, spirit. Yes, I smell your scent, you who would collect the dead like the Great Forest Spirit, whose power of life and death are his alone.

It is not the bullet that spurns my ire, there are far greater things in this world that can truly anger a God. None can heal this wound but the Forest Spirit.

[ex_maelstroms207]

Greater, yes. But surely, there is something to be said about a wound so deepset. Those who find themselves pained often bear tempers to match.

You and I are of different realms. You, the Earth. And I, the Heavens. Would you not allow me to at least try? I do not pretend, nor seek to usurp, your Forest Spirit.

I only wish to help.

[wolfdeity]

It is a great iron bullet from a gunwoman whose head I will crunch soon in my jaws before my time is done.

[ the god pants, even then she speaks, white fangs glistening in the space. ]

This is a wound that will break my bones, and if I were a weaker God, turn me into a demon from it's hate. My forest dies. I will die with it.

[ex_maelstroms207]

Then permit me to give you a gift.

[ he shakes his head, eyes brimming with sorrow. ]

Let me grant you strength enough to accomplish your task.

[ and he approaches then, his hair long, flowing white as it brushes her fur, pooling against it when he bows his head. ]

You have been so very strong for such a long, long time. If it is truly an end which you seek, let it be a brilliant one.