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 May 28, 2014 at 10:36:13 PM by Shiloh



|no matter what we breed|

It was so comical to Shiloh. It seemed as if her affinity with squirrels would come back to bite her again. She had only a year ago boasted to Nogitsune how she climbed trees to chase after squirrels and that Diveen wolves could easily do that - a lie yes, but she wanted to impress her newfound friends. Now it would seem that she would have to act like a squirrel. That would be a much easier task than climbing a tree after one but still somewhat difficult. She had worked so long and hard to make sure that she could move as silent as a ghost even with her twisted paw. Still she dare not try to be an assassin or even a hunter for she felt almost less than some other wolves. With a family like hers who could blame her? After all they were considered to be perfect and each excelled - or they had. What she hadn't realized was there were quite a few of her siblings who felt as she did.

Shiloh was a lovely wolf and with her broadening chest and tapering waist she could one day pack a punch if she was so inclined towards such arts. She was definitely no wraith like some of the svelte females she had seen but she strived always to a degree of excellence many younger wolves didn't care much for. Often times her mind was well developed beyond her years - yet - some days, like this one, the child that still lurked within her poked up.

As Ildan denies his role as squirrel she grins mischievously at him, her royal blue eyes twinkling in merriment. "It is a good thing you weren't or you'd be gator meat by now!" Her tail wags for a moment before falling still as he reaches forward to sniff her. Instinctively she pulls her head back with ears forward, uncertain about his closeness but sniffing as well.

Then he is moving away with a dashing grin for such a youth and a dare upon his lips. Her face is one of open curiosity as she rushes to his side, oblivious to his messy rear for she wasn't much to care about exact cleanliness. Doubt begins to shadow her face as he looks at her; could she pick it up with her twisted paw. Maybe if she was whole and healthy but she couldn't maneuver her paw around like some - it was firmly stuck the way it was. But damned if she wasn't going to try.

"Fine!" So she moves close to the stick and sits. Her back claws rake into the ground and push outwards to balance her while her front legs come together awkwardly around the stick. Her left pads catch the stick between the toes and pad while her right leg bone is pressed against the stick to hold it in place. Slowly she begins to lift, ears flat but a look of wonder and excitement on her face - she was doing it!

Then her body wobbles as she tries to correct the stick that has now begun to flip inwards and in a rush her legs spread apart to drop the stick and her chest weight falls onto her now empty paws. Shiloh scowls, shooting Ildan a rude look as if daring him to say anything about her messed up paw.

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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