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Enocra Woodland
Pine, spruce and firs alike...
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They will never know all the blood we shed Things are far from over, things never truly end while I'm still around. Nothing truly ends even when most of us die, as long as there is a sole living survivor, things can keep going on and one forever. I have a knack for tossing one's chips down just when they started building up, to make things that should have remained ended flare back up again. However I don't believe myself to had been brought into the world for that purpose, no it was both much more simple and complicated then that, my purpose in living was to kill the others, and that is what my beliefs are centered on. As long as there are other wolves in which to kill, then I will never lose my purpose in life. It's the singular proof that I exist in this world the way I keep myself alive, the way they will forever see me, and the way I revel in being alive. Finally I had discovered these new hunting grounds and they are unaware. These new lands seem richer in hunting than my own homelands, my homelands hadn't really changed over the years...exc ept the rather dangerous drop in actual living population. Too many I had killed as well as the others, those that are my blood even if I don't really think of them as such. In all reality I held no favour over them, if they got in my way I would just as soon kill them as well, nobody means anything to me at all, and just as my homelands never change so will my ways stay the same. For now I do not hunt but merely observe, to watch and regulate schedules and interactions. I find that comparing myself to the others here is startling, I have seen wolves with splashes and markings of red but they are never just truly red. I surely stand out amongst this population like a fire would in a field of ice, that may make me distinct and easily recognizable. While I never really fit in back at home either, most of my family had some kind of crimson marking, and they were just used to me while these wolves would not be. A girl approaches with no fear or apprehension present and I am almost reminded of my sister, something that both irks me and pulls at my interest. She looked absolutely nothing like my sister at all really, and my ears flicker backwards as this strane girl approaches, the only semblance of greeting I offer because no other part of my form moves. One ear flicks forward once more, the other remaining flicked halfway back, and it was decided that this girl was not to be a victim. I will learn from this strange girl instead, whether or not she knows she is teaching me, as my greenish blue eyes lacking a discernable pupil look into hers. "Pretty far away, though I wasn't really introduced to the name of it sadly. I was mainly a loner, the packs seemed to think I was the bane of existance or something." Cold green blue eyes wacth her almost seeming to glow from the rings of black fur around my eyes offsetting them, and I wonder what she will make of my comment. It's not like I'm worried she'll catch on or something like that, but I do know this is a dangerous game I am always playing. G A A R A The scarlet cross we bear until the bitter end |