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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He didn’t seem overly pleased yet he did not seem to get as angry as she thought he would, at least not with her which allowed her to relax. As he spoke once more she was not sure if she could be happier with his words. “I don’t wish to make you unhappy… but I can’t help but be selfish and say that I am willing to let you go either.” She said seriously, the thought of not being with him made something inside her ache unbearably to the point she could no longer think on the subject. She could as little more of his soul than that of his heart but felt it was not her place. She was content with what she had of him for now.

She accepted his lick assured it was because of his mood swing, but it would be a lie if she said she did enjoy seeing his reaction. It made her feel as though she held an emotional meaning to someone, but she didn’t desire him to be upset so would avoid trying to see this reaction often. She lapped at his chin and muzzle before returning to meet his gaze. “Have you been around many parts of the land?” She asked curiously her tail waving. Perhaps they can go find something to do in this snow. She was curious as her thoughts wondered to the seasons. She would ask his favorite season but for now she was still curious to learn more about Warlow. “Have any family?” She was curious and yet cautious hoping it was only birth family she would be a liar to say she wouldn’t be jealous of anyone else that held his heart.

She stood only lingering a few inches from him so that their fur remained intertwined somewhat as she bowed playfully to him. She probably looked ridiculous instigating play but she no longer cared. Little else held weight in his presence and at the chance to stretch her legs or roll about she wouldn’t reject it. Perhaps it was abnormal for an adult to be so playful but she had never felt so alive and she had no better way to express how she felt unless her very soul sang it aloud to him and the word around them. Nothing could take away this bliss, only the one that held her happiness held that power now.
am i a blessing or a curse?
mistletoe – Warlow holds her Soul - stat


*Sorry dog wanted some time too lol*

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