handwritten-text (forward-dated to 20th-ish)

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Hello, rambunctious children, with your magical self-writing rocks and magic-yous. I smell so many different yous, by the way! All these shapeshifter-sorts, angel-sorts and demon-sorts. Oh, demons, I’d be delighted to meet you, but if you are like the odds of dear Michael, then carry on. I will not bite. You all are welcome to call me what your heart tells you to, but Ammy, as much as Ammako, have always been the ones to soften my spots.

I'm very aware of the sun's disappearance, and these cursed lands have not allowed it to rise as of late, but, if you are to ask for it, in your thoughts and in your hearts, it shall come to you. Your plantlife shall flourish, your waters cleansed, and perhaps the air you breathe will taste less like a boiling pot of rot down your throat. In the meantime, it shall find a way. It always does. Fear not!

And if you have little interest in these things, then tell me, I am most curious: what is faith, to the lot of you? I am in the mood for the Good Chats as I carry on with my duties, yes.

Oh, and one more thing! If anyone manages to come across a bundle of bones that look and smell of the holy sort by the by, may I have them? They are my favorite snack.

[ as a note, people are welcome to find ōkami items! ]

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dw... why...

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[Kaworu tilts his head at the creature before him. He can sense the presence of something... This wolf glows brightly like the sun though he can't say if that means it's divine or not. And what does divinity really mean anyway?

He approaches, slowly, looking over her, curious. The flames along her back are enticing, like he wants to shove his hand into them and see what happens, but he restrains himself.

Unsure of what else to do, he reaches out a hand.]

it hungers for blood

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[ if he did gain the lack of self restrain to touch her flames, they wouldn't harm him; they were warm, alien and had a celestial touch to the dancing aura. a hand extended? amaterasu would do the honors with a smile and wagging tail, licking his hand fervently!

"hello there," he might understand from her. ]

IT DOES.

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[He does understand it. It feels strange, like it's in his ears and in his head, but it's warm, like something familiar, instead of something invasive.

He shifts a little.]

So. Am I what you imagined for something celestial?

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[ she is learning how so many things here, so many people come in so many different shapes. why, maybe just like herself!

with the welcome licking out of the way, amaterasu sits herself down in front of this angel boy and paws for his hand.

”i had no expectation apart from ‘exciting to meet’, so you have clearly exceeded them. what is your name, young one?” ]

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I see.

[He rubs at his arm, almost like he doesn't know what to do with such a kind response. He'd never met another being that was similar to what he was that he could speak with and he'd always wondered if he'd be judged for his odd form. So to not be is... surprising for him.]

My name is Kaworu, Kaworu Nagisa. Or... my angel designation is Tabris.

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[ oh, he's very cute. look at him, bashful and what not contained within his limits. amaterasu bumps the inside of his hand with her nose and guides it to the very top of her head.

"do you have a preference?" ]

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[He thinks about it. That perhaps as celestial beings, they should use those designations for each other as a sign that they see each other for what they are. And yet...

Idly, he strokes her head as she guides him in the gesture.]

Kaworu is fine then.

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[ "kaworu, then. a delight. you look like a kaworu."

yes, easy does it. days get much brighter when they happen to be between to pointed ears, right? right, absolutely.

"my name is amaterasu, but i take so many names under my paws. ammy, ammako, snowy, mutt— you can even make up your own, as most do. i do not have a preference. " ]

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You don't? But aren't names important? A way to identify yourself as distinct from others.

[He frowns a little. Unsure of how he can look like himself and yet have so many names.]

Ammako then.

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[ "well," she begins, "when you're as old and as i am, it is the thought that counts more than the image."

not that names are labels— maybe just a more direct way to contact her. to her, that is. her eyes are almost closed gently to receive the petting. all of it. for as long as kaworu will deliver.

"when there is love, goodness, and light as warm as the sun itself, i am already there, you see. that is why a name for me is something humans have created— perhaps for that very reason you've given." ]

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I see. It does make sense that humans would do such a thing. They always try to fit things into their world to understand it instead of understanding it as is.

[And sometimes, he's more human than he wants to be. He shifts a little, still petting, but thoughtful.]

What will you do here?

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[ "you say that almost as if it were a bad thing," she muses. there was nothing wrong with making adjustments to understand. she's smiling a little.

"anyway— i will do the same as i always have when summoned! i will take long walks, short naps, eat many treats, receive many rubs between the ears, see new faces and make sure good is still being spread in a place so dim and dangerous." ]