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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its up to fate; it's woven in my soul
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Posted on April 19, 2014 at 02:41:09 AM by Shiloh



|no matter what we breed|

Shiloh knows no sense of loss that these males share. Her life has been one of leisure and the only reason it has not been an overly joyful one is because of her own reservations. Born as a daughter to Isola and Kane, the Angel rulers of Diveen, Shiloh has always been wary of others for the sheer fact that she was not born perfect as some of her siblings. To be from the angel bloodline is to be graceful, elegant, beautiful, poised, and strong. She is lovely and will grow into a large, strong female - already at a little over a year she stands at 30 inches and weighs 130 pounds but she has much more to grow. But Shiloh was not born graceful. Her front right paw is crooked, a deformity from her time in Isola's womb, and the cause of her complete isolation. She has worried that her family will frown upon her. Now, however, she was slowly growing confident. It just took concentration to remain poised and graceful. To remain an Angel.

Isola had asked Shiloh what her preference within the pack was and she had decided to try her hand at diplomacy and tact. Thus she was given the task to hunt for recruits for Diveen. Already a large, healthy pack it could always use more members. Plus she had heard rumors of Iromar, the Demon pack, growing as well. She is still young yet and the only Iromar wolf Shiloh has encountered is Nogitsune, a pup prince of the marshy lands, and he was her friend. But she was wary of other wolves. Life outside Diveen was not easy, this she knew.

So Shiloh picks her way across the woodlands, choosing to stick to the shadows in which she blends so perfectly. Her matte black coat hides her as she sneaks, given away only by the golden hairs atop her muzzle. Royal blue eyes peer around her to catch sight of the reddish/gray wolf as he pauses to lap from a puddle. He is a handsome fellow. His scent does not carry with it the distinctive qualities of each of the packs of Moladion so she thinks he is a newcomer and also a loner. The perfect specimen!

As she is about to break from her spot another wolf approaches Sebastion and her ears prick to catch his words. His scent is that of Gloralls although she has not familiarized herself with the lands overmuch. It has been a trying time for her to step out of the bubble she has created for herself and become a personable wolf but this task was a way to push herself harder. With a deep inhale Shiloh moves towards the males, stopping with enough distance in case they were rogues - she was a Princess after all. And there were many, she assumed, who held a vendetta against the Angels and her parents.

"Greetings," she speaks, her voice deep and rumbling but beautiful all the same. She stand with her tail up and ears forward, majestic and poised. She must remain poised. The more she made herself practice the easier it would come.

S H I L O H
| we still are made of greed |
one year old - Third Princess of Diveen - no heart/no soul - Kane x Isola
daughter of sunlight and shadows

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