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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Rising~●~Sun (Sen)
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Coszcotl came prepared this day. He drug with him not rabbits but this time a true tribute to the children of Hush and Sen, a deer fawn born of that spring, having been growing it was a sizable catch, but Coza had over powered it. It was young and foolish thankfully, making it all the easier to catch even though it was healthy. It was hard to drag however, he had been sure to hunt not far from the den of Hush and Sen to make it easier on him. Surely they all would appreciate a free meal, especially one of such a good tribute. All the offspring would surely be growing well now, with bright futures and full bellies so they would be big and strong! He wanted to do this quickly, for he was needed at his home.

War was coming, he knew that word, knew what it entailed and he was just not sure why it had come. There were no sacrifices to gods in these lands, why did the Iromar Tribe feel they should try and harm the Diveen Tribe? It was large, peaceful and filled to the brim with young, so many innocents to be harmed. In these troubled times he did not dare stray from his Moth long, constantly he felt the need to protect her, but he had promised his friends he would come back to see them. Give proper homage to her children, they were most deserving of it. He had finally begun to somewhat understand this feeling of Imprinting. She was his soul mate; he was made for her and her for him. With his improving English he understood the ways of Moladion, and the wolves here.

It was a strange feeling, but now that he understood it, he more accepted what fate had given him. His Moth, his Xochiquetzal, she was his everything. He would fight for Diveen, if not to simply pay back the pack for taking him, to protect her and keep her safe. He would die for her. Coszcotl continued moving his kill forward, but something seemed off as he drew nearer to the den.

It was like a feeling more than anything, a feeling of great foreboding. "Hush. Sen. You here?” The Aztec male called, voice concerned. Such a heavy feeling. The cream brute was not sure what to make of this.

"This me speak your tongue."
"This is me speaking my Nahuatl tongue"



COSZCOTL
==- -Xochiquetzal-Moth—Quitlazotla-None-->




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