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 scarlet cross we bear until the bitter end;;
IP: 99.177.144.225
Posted on August 2, 2013 at 11:42:10 PM by Gaara


They will never know all the blood we shed
Madness is the gift that has been given to me


I wait, and I'm not sure what for, I'm never really sure at all, but I know that I am waiting. For now I just contemplate the pull towards this girl, the interest that has been dredged up in me, something that very rarely finds it's way through the bloodlust, and I am not sure whether I should be worried about this development, and if I'm to be worried who it was for. Surely it is not good for one to catch my attentions so very much, because who knows what that will bring, because surely both stalking and possessiveness are viable options. I am still studying her through very light green-blue eyes, looking for any flaws perhaps, anything to catch a weakness with, something to hold over her head if I need it. There is always something there for me to clamp my jaws onto, if not flesh and fur then information and blackmail. Anything that can be manipulated. Red haze dances in the corner of my mind, but for now I ignore what my true demon self demands. Now is not the time for blood hunting. Not yet, and not this girl.

I take a step closer, wondering how that one act might be seen. I know what I expect, and yet I know that it can be different than what I expect, and let's just see if I am right. Let's see if she truly has no fear of me, none at all, let's she if she does not fear the stranger with a coat of blood. I am expectant of a reaction, ears almost quivering in tightly leashed anticipation. Words fill the air, the name of this place and one lip quirks for a split second. "Indeed."

It is small the response I had given, but it is as I am and I will not go against myself, nobody needs to know from where I had come and whose blood I have running in my veins. I very much doubt it would endear myself to anyone. That is if they already weren't planning on chasing me out of town as it is. After all who wants the hound of hell always howling at their doors, the demon of the sands curled in wait like a viper, waiting to deliver poison to the veins of a victim, to let it spread and contaminate. I wonder if she knows what I am instead of the mask I wear, but if I am lucky the crads I play put the notion out of her reach. I am the lone demon with blood in his pawprints, and they will learn to fear me. "Gaara." My name..if one knows what it means then they know me for what I am.

My name is the very essences of my reality, the truths with every single lie stripped clean, and I wonder if she knows what it means because so very few do. My name is a label as well, something to stick to a face, a definition to the very beast I am, because no definition could be any more accurate. Gaara is a demon, and he only loves himself.


G A A R A
The scarlet cross we bear until the bitter end


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