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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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[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.

[wolfdeity]

[ she immediately bares her teeth, and such large teeth they are. the god stands, proud, beautiful, savage. a queen of the forest. ]

If you have power to spare then give it to my daughter. Give it to San.

[ex_maelstroms207]

[ a queen, yes, magnificent and proud, but he does not fear her. there is something akin to reverence to be perceived from the energy about him, hinting closer to awe, but nothing of fear.

nothing at all. ]

If that is your heart's desire, so be it then. I will aid her. I will grant her my blessing.

And I will see you off in death, forest God.

[wolfdeity]

My ugly, beautiful daughter. She is neither human nor wolf. But she is mine, and of my clan. A foolish boy who loves her would see her live, and I no longer wish for her to die with the forest.

[ she seats herself. ]
Will you follow me there spirit? I should bite off your hair or your hand for being so persistent.
[ but there's a growling chuckle in her voice, is she serious or not? ]

[ex_maelstroms207]

Will I follow...? Aah, it is what I must do; it is why I am here. It is my edict to walk with the dead, and should you see fit to rob me of either my hand or hair for it...

[ Hm. ]

I will try not to be to cross with you.

But you've my word, regardless. I will find your San.

[wolfdeity]

I should like to see you try to be cross with a God, spirit.
[ she looks at him with steely eyes, a nod before she lays herself down once more. ]

[ex_maelstroms207]

Not nearly enough to make good on your word, I should hope.

[ A beat of silence, then: ]

Is there a message you would have me relay to her? To San?

[ What mother would not have words for her daughter? ]

[wolfdeity]

She did not know it then, but when she left to aid the Boar Clan, I knew that was our goodbye.

I would have her live.