[Mikoto Mori]

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Voice has reach to her ears and it was not the good kind of voices. The voice of worries from the local upon the rumor of an unknown beast roams the forest with a risk of threatening the balance of the ecosystem of the forest. As the representative of ADA and someone that might be the most equipped to seek out this mystery, Mikoto stands at the entrance of the forest.

Mikoto thread the walker path and occasionally caress the plant around. While most of it often gut wrenching as she sees people either pissing or vomitting on the trees, there is no significant finding for what she is looking for. If I am a beast, where would I go? Mikoto murmur and lost in thought for a moment then she walk stray from the walker's path.

Far from this path and deeper Mikoto theorize as she keep walking at ease even with her sizes.

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[king]

The underbrush of this forest wasn’t really annoying to him, if anything it let him know when a preything had come along. He’d sniff at some of the broken twigs and frown. There had been a startling amount of humans coming into his forest for one reason or another. Sighing to himself he’d start to follow along some of the less traveled paths. People were getting bolder as the years went by. He found his territory beset on every side and eventually he’d set his head down on an overturned trunk of a tree.

It had been upset a few days ago thanks to a storm but it made for a good rest for the enormous mutant type quirker. Yawning slightly king set into place to take a nap; the deathly quiet was something strange. His very presence challenged every natural thing around and caused them to inwardly panic.

It wouldn’t be difficult for Mikoto to find him, given that his scales were a stark contrast to the area around him and his activity wasn’t entirely stilled. His tail thrashed during his rest and he never quite could sleep fully. The slap of that tail against the bark of the tree was like a lightning strike. Even his claws seemed to gouge into the ground, causing the many smaller creatures to flee from his presence.

Silence was his ally and it was plainly obvious that his ears were flicking every this way and that; trying to make sure he wasn’t going to get snuck up on. What did a large beastie like him even have to fear anyways?

[Mikoto Mori]

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	M O R I

Pacing through the arduous path, no sign of fatigues can be seen upon her faces. The tree whispers many things upon touch, the wondrous cycle of life that fully displayed within the forest to... the rumored beast. No, judging from the glimpse of the memory that the tree tells; this is no a beast but just a person with heavy mutation on his side. As she follows the trail of hint; she saw the huge claw marks and trees that got destroyed with an immense force. As she walks further again, there he is... standing like a tower yet there is something peaceful going on around him.

Greetings, my name is Mikoto Mori. You could say that I am some kinds of the ally of the nature. With that said, I need to know why are you here and what you are doing? I am afraid that depending on the answer, I need to act accordingly. Mikoto raised her voice calling out to King, wanting to know the reason why he is here. If he harbors any sort of ill intent within the forest; Mikoto is ready to expels him by force but she wants to have a conversation first before jumping the gun.

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One rumbling step after another; his weight caused the earth to tremble and branches caught fairly frequently on his horns. Earning a huff as he tried to pull them free from one time to another. Flicking an ear and turning his head as he heard someone speak. Did they even have a scent? Their clear mutations and even more strange manner of movement had him stop for a moment. How many limbs did they have? Six? Then the horns. He stood there for a moment trying to sort things out mentally.

She was Mikoto Mori. An ally of nature. He’d slowly tilt his head.

Why was he here?

He’d look around and then after a few long moments he’d consider his answer. She didn’t seem outwardly hostile; not to a point of some of the others. They came with guns, traps or the like. They seemed more in tune with it here. So he felt inclined to answer.

”...King. Lives. Here.”

What was he doing? He was hunting; or at least he was until he was stopped by them. Scratching at the base of his head with a foreleg the large dragon slowly took a seat. He figured he’d be here for a minute before they probably left which he didn’t mind. Mutants were less of a problem for him honestly. His second answer was much like the first; short and straight to the point. Even more so this time around.

”Hunting.”