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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as if to fly
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Alice was born to the ways of wandering, and maybe that was the worst part of it all. She was born to not know the wanting of a heart aside from the wanting of… something. She wants something greater than this, and she wants it so badly. What’s worse is that she doesn’t know what she wants. Yes, that’s far worse. The creature wilts slightly as she thinks of it. There hasn’t been anything she’s wanted more than something, and still she has nothing. There the clockwork angel is, entirely unknowing of it all. Entirely unknowing of everything. That was why she couldn’t place her hands on what she wanted.

Company, now, maybe. The gypsies had been few and far between, and that alone made her ache. Bits of rust were starting to form in her joints and in her head. The hinges of her jaw, the strands of her vocal cords, the warm parts of her heart were all starting to crust in. It was simply a lack of use… she didn’t have anyone to talk to. She didn’t have anyone to keep her company. It was what happened, and if there could have been an emotion in the automaton to describe it, it would have been sad. She didn’t have emotions. It would be okay after all. Alice could pretend, at least.

The creature watches the man softly, her tail swishing right back. Everything is weird when you’re so used to being numb and alone. “You’re not… I haven’t slept here for a while, I was just coming back to see… had a grudge to settle.” She pokes the fox with her nose before settling back. He’d taken more than his fair share for dinner one too many nights, and the clockwork angel had finally found a way to end him. “Are you new?” But he doesn’t have to respond, the automaton already knows. She can’t smell him on this place, and she can barely smell this place on him. Alice sometimes knows things.
alice.
hound’s
as if to fly.





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