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Enocra Woodland
Pine, spruce and firs alike...
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| sorcier ❧ four ❧ no heart ❧ ❧ leafshadow’s shield ❧ taviora gatherer ❧ |
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Sorcier knew of the impending weather and despite the unsettling nature of it, there was still something that tugged at his soul to venture out of Taviora this night. The sky was one declaring impending treachery, almost as dark as the impenetrable shadow, before the sound of a low grumble had bellowed from the clouds. The drops of rain were pounding down on the earth in incessant beatings, the water growing heavier as it had matted down the top layer of his earthbound coat. Even still with this rather uncharming weather, his soil destined paws still carried his weight farther from the borders of his home and out to where his gypsy soul had originated from—the unmarked lands, but tonight, the woodlands specifically. The sound of thunder seemed to occupy his thoughts, for he really hadn’t the slightest idea of why he was venturing this far out in these conditions. Others would be fleeing to their dens for shelter, or at least to the crags or the grotto where they were sure to be safe in such sanctions. But no, this wolf was out in the midst of his wanderings as if he had no control over the way that his heart pulled him so. With the rain heaving itself to the earth still, the droplets from the skies above now soiled deep into his pelt and was slowly leeching the warmth that his thick coat would naturally provide. Patches became sleek and disheveled in mops, his usual coat of earthbound hues of gold, red and brown now nothing but the darkest of browns. The only thing that remained true to its colour was that of his optics, one of the spirit of fire. Lightning unsheathed itself from the depths of the clouds, illuminated the sky in its spider-web of splintered light before a thunderous clash soon would follow after. The heart of the storm was directly overhead and there was no turning back now. In the midst of the howling wind has it tried desperately to lay a heavier force than his own to push him back from the woods, a howl was hushed in its cry for help before the scent of burning wood gave the reason why. Brief hallucinations of fire surrounded Sorcier and as much as he panicked on the inside, he was frozen in time, frozen the same way that he was back when he was a pup and the fire had consumed not only the forest, but his family as well. More cries bled into the male’s mind, something that caused his ears to pin themselves as tight as they could to the crowne of his skull, as if it were to silence them. As soon as the sights came, they fled—and Sorcier stared blankly at the forest for a brief moment before he kicked himself into full sprint. Never had Sorcier exherted this kind of energy, a full sprint that sent him darting between the trees before the warmth of the fire could be felt even through his soaked pelt. He watched as three wolves were shoving their bodies against the hollowed tree consumed by flame. He watched as the fire crept, threatening to consume them to quench its past hunger that fevered even after all of these years. Darting his eyes between the roots of the tree and the wolves, Sorcier lept beside them as they continued to throw their weight fully at it in attempts to topple it over. Before he would join them in their efforts, a bark seeking their attention was sent from his lungs. He knew that certain roots could cure such ailments, but they had to be dug up from beneath the ground, so with the same concept, he thought to dismantle the tree from the earth right from where it delved its anchors. Furiously digging at the soil, the rain was the only thing he was grateful for at the moment as it remained slick and easy to part and toss away from the tree. He continued his efforts and at the sights of the roots, he would bury his snout down and clamp his jaws as fiercely as he could muster before tearing them apart. With each strike that the other wolves had delivered, a groan would bellow from the tree before it would be silenced by the hissing of fire. Not now.. please, they don’t deserve this.. was repeated constantly in his mind, but still he kept digging hoping that this would aid the other wolves in their combined efforts. |
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