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.
Hallelujah IP: 104.34.33.123 Posted on June 3, 2014 at 05:48:10 AM by Ailith
maybe
there's a god above, but all i ever learned from love was how to shoot someone who outdrew you.
(music ^^^^)
I should have expected him to be confused with my words. I don't speak like the wolves of Moladion, I speak like they do on the tundra when speaking out of our native tongue. It was ingrained into my mind, something I would never be able to change about myself. Though, it was easy enough to understand once you figured out I spoke in third person, instead of first. Natu and purge understood me well enough now, after talking to me a few times. If Eric was as intelligent as I believed him to be, he would pick up on it quick enough. His tilted head and puzzled made me giggle in a light hearted manner. I smiled reassuring him he was not crazy and others were just as confused as he was. "She is sorry for confusing Eric. She speaks, not like the wolves of Moladion, but like the wolves of her homeland far far away," I explained.
I could feel the electricity even from this distance. It was...confusing, but it felt right. He felt familiar and foreign at the same time, like an old friend but one I haven't seen in a while. This feeling was different than the feeling I has towards my sisters, the only feeling I had experienced for all of my life. It was even different than how I felt towards Natu or Purge. I felt comfortable and content in his presence, fully at peace and my soul completely whole. I felt like any problems I would have, or any dangers I would face, he would be there. Was this what imprinting was?
"The pleasure's all mine." He says, causing my ears to twitch, almost greedily, taking in the sound of his voice. His words make my smile seem to grow brighter and my tail gently sway. Then, when he smiles, I feel a spark of something course through my body. He was quite the handsome wolf, his snowy pelt and those dazzling blue eyes. Sure he looked like me and like most wolves from the tundra, but there was something special about him, something only he had. I was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. I heard it was even stronger for the males, making me wonder what he was feeling in these moments in the moonlight.
"You are in a pack. Do you like it there?" He asks, scenting the mountains of Spirane on my coat. "She loves living in the mountain pack Spirane. It is truly beautiful there, there is no place like it in all of Moladion. But as of late, Spirane has fallen into a power struggle. The past wolves of the mountain continue to challenge the current queen Purge," I say, opening up to him like I know I can. My soul tells me I can trust him with my life, why not trust him with my mind first.
From his scent, I know he is a loner, so I do not ask. Instead, I do something that feels right: I move closer until the distance between us is almost gone. The electricity is stronger here and I have to hold back a shudder. For some reason, I allow instinct to take over, allowing myself to be vulnerable. "She is sorry, she....she wants to try something,"I said hesitantly, my gaze meeting his. Then I gently bring my head into his chest, the touch feeling like a jolt of lightning had struck me. My soul seemed to hum. If I needed proof to know that this whole situation felt right, this was it.