Enocra Woodland

Pine, spruce and firs alike...
Dense coniferous forests cover the woodlands, with clearings, paths and the occasional wildberry shrub throughout. Pine, spruce and fir make up much of the forest in the east, with the forest becoming swampier in the west towards Mecor Valley. In the west, cypress trees dominate, with fallen trees creating bridges across and throughout the stillwaters.

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the golden child
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It was an odd thing to see one so happy that they were sad, welled up with tears as his father was. It was strange as Elric had never seen such a display before and had never imagined it possible - his happiness was so constant, it seemed, that it never found a way to overwhelm him. Truth be told, he was feeling... strange, as if his joy had become more pure. He had his family again, even if it was just a small fragment of it - it didn't matter. He had a new opportunity to give himself a purpose and to live out the childhood he had missed. It was not that he regretted all the things he had learned in his time away (as he would call it) but it just was that... things were going to be the way they were supposed to be. Or so he thought in that moment.

His forehead crumpled as his father's head dropped in shame, his head tilting in silent question though he remained silent - he would allow his father all the time in the world to explain himself, though Elric doubted there was anything he could not forgive. The rest of the world may have been close minded and content with their double standards but not Elric; no crime was unworthy of forgiveness if the perpetrator sought it. Elric expected the same and he had been given the same treatment - his father forgave his absence, see. The frown soon evaporated from his features, replaced by a soothing smile as he reached out once more to greet his father with a lick over her forehead - a sign of forgiveness, and of affection. Cannibals were not a strange concept for the boy for the wanderers often spoke of them but why did the world have to discriminate against those that offered them a chance to be... normal? And to judge for defending his family? Bah! It seemed Moladion was crazy and with a stout nod, he promised himself right then and there that he would change that.

"They judge because they are scared - you and Mother gave them a life, a place to live and a chance to fit in... if others cannot accept that, then let them be burdened by their own hate. Do not let it affect you," his voice was smooth and quiet as he motioned to his father's wounds - silent proof that his father had allowed other's emotions to cloud his judgement. He tried to lighten the mood - to do anything! - with a sway of his tail and another slow step forward, meeting his father's gaze with utmost determination. With luck, perhaps the determination would be infectious and his father would... find something within himself. "Do not become what they want you to become."

It was that strange feeling again when his father spoke of his siblings - his guilt was, in Elric's eyes, unnecessary but nonetheless... he had saved four, at least. His older siblings and his blood brother, Vidar. His eyes glazed over in thought for a moment; he remembered his older siblings well enough, the way they stuck together like glue. It was not surprising that they had made it out but the memories of his blood brother was more foggy - he remembered his scent and the form his pelt took, but he remembered little of what he had spoken so long ago. Actually, perhaps he had never truly spoke... it did not matter, for the fact that he was alive filled him with joy. But the rest of the information? It hit Elric like a freight train, his eyes instantly refocusing and hackles quivering over his spine momentarily.

"Diveen? ...Show me where this pack is," he growled before he tried to compose himself, clearing his throat once more and straightening his posture, "Is that.. where you were heading to? I am here now. I will fix these things. I will even deal with Tesseract and Caligula if I must - please, do not burden yourself with these things, father. You have enough stress as it is."

He paused, his eyes wide with hope as he locked gazes once more.

"Please. I am here to help now," he spoke quietly, almost a whisper, though finally, his lips broke from their almost perpetual smile into one more strained - more stressed, "Please let me."





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