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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CALISTA
you cannot change fate


She had never wanted to be Calista, not really. As a child, she had tried so desperately to shake the shackles of being a princess off; she had tried even harder to swim against the current of Angel blood that coursed through her veins. Even now, she refused to succumb to it, refused to heed the call that surely resonated from within her very DNA - she would not go to Isola. She would not return to where it all began but she would keep trying, keep trying to become herself. She had never wanted to be Calista but now, she was trying to carve a new meaning to the name, make it her own. Perhaps that is where she and her brother had always been alike in a sense.

She could not help but notice the rushing of paws, even against the wind and the rain, she could hear their timbre. Once, she would have been nervous or afraid but now, she knew there was little left to be afraid of. She wore scars deeper than any flesh wound and wish a sigh of anticipation, she turned to meet her company head on. It was when she turned to meet his familiar gaze that her breath caught, her mouth falling open and eyes widening in shock. Could it truly be? He was the same Seraphiel she remembered, thinner perhaps, but him all the same.

"And you look like you're about to wash away. Come under here, brother."

It seemed she could finally speak after a moment, her face contorted into a more amiable grin as her tail waved behind her, slapping against the earth. She shuffled aside, flicking an ear as a raindrop hit its tip though a small bubble of laughter erupted as she did so. She could not help it - how could she? It had been years, far too many years, since she had been graced with her family's faces. Who had been the last to see her? Had it been Reyja within her den, musing over the souls of her lost children? She wanted to embrace him. She wanted to grab him and refuse to give him up to whoever wanted him but alas, that had never been them. He'd always wanted his distance, perhaps even more so than she.

"I didn't think I would see you so soon. Where have you been? I know it is not in Diveen with family."

She raised a brow then, settling back onto her haunches as she gave him that tell all expression.

but you can rise to meet it
daughter of zeivah and mother of lost children
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