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 boys are too refined [open]
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the boys who kiss and bite

they are the brilliant ones

who speak and write;



She rose from her warm bed with a stretch, luxuriating in the early rays of morning sun that peeped into her brushy shelter. A yawn tugged at her cheeks as she took her leave of the misty undergrowth and made tracks toward the shallow creek that split the forest. It was the only fresh running water she’d found this close to the swamp, which she ordinarily would keep her distance from, except that it was where she did most of her hunting. The swamp was plethoric with frogs, whose mating calls she could hear from where she slept, and it was primarily this amphibious wealth that sustained her.

She approached the creek quietly, head high and ears alert for any nearby footfalls; she loved meeting new folks, but she greatly preferred to see them first. Her bright lavender eyes swept the opposite bank, then checked the mud for tracks. Her ears drooped slightly at the sight of her own lonely pawprints: from yesterday, the day before, the day before that...she’d been alone for awhile now.

Oh, well. A determinedly cheerful she-wolf, Hush shrugged off the weight of loneliness and advanced to the chilly creek, distracting herself with the task of the quenching her thirst. She filled her stomach with the icy liquid, then paused, staring hard at the somewhat deeper water ahead of her as if in a challenge. “It’s just you and me,” she muttered, a smirk playing across her face. “...and I’m not scared of you!” Fully aware that she might be a little crazy from having been alone so long, she ran headlong into the water, snapping at the little peaks that rolled off the rocks as if she were the happiest creature in the world.

they sing in clever tongues

oh, how my knees go weak

to be the one;


H U S H

five ** soul ** home


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