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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Am I A Blessing or A Curse
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She couldn’t help but feel as though she was being stalked. It was unpleasant and yet rather pleasant someone had taken an interest in her and gave her the chance to study a new subject... As he speaks her fur couldn't help but bristle and her lips curl to express her displeasure. “As I don’t expect you to understand I said it half sarcastically and no I am not crazy to speak to myself. Should I not be free to converse with others then why not converse with someone who understands? Myself.” She had made her way closer into his space; she was clearly much smaller than he was putting her at a disadvantage should he choose to take her actions as a challenge and in a way it was a challenge but not one she intended to be physical.

She couldn’t help but feel something odd about this male. She was unsure what it was and that she liked it in the very least. Was she just being irrational? “What is your name?” She asked lowering her tone from before and allowing herself to relax it almost seemed blissful for a moment. How strange to feel this way she was unsure what to think; hmmm a mind without a thought how interesting. She wouldn’t think on it so much for now she will just wait and see what comes to light in time perhaps her question would be answered.

She was curious to know how he ran into her but it could be asked later though she supposed it was possible she was curious if he was fallowing the lead she took with the birds. What a pain they could be, wasting her time it was rather aggravating really. She let her mind wander from that as she shifted reminding her of the soggy ground she stood on and she shook her head slightly with disapproval as she was not overly fond of sopping paws. Her thoughts wondered back to the male before speaking again. “You may call me Mistletoe by the way.” She hadn’t retreated from his space that would be left for him to chose and move but for now he has her attention and curiosity. What will come of this encounter? Perhaps only the Fates could tell.
am i a blessing or a curse?
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Soul - stat



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