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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Not all who Wander are Lost
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Posted on June 7, 2014 at 00:07:05 AM by Orca

To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes
Makes it So Hard Not to Cry

The forest is quiet and incredibly tranquil. Usually it is one of my very favorite places to be. But not today. Today, I worried, and lingered close to the southern-most borders of Spirane. Daenerys is there now, fighting for her throne, for the Crown that was hers by Birth-Right. It could have been mine, once. But I had never been the kind of wolf to thirst for power. I had never wanted so much responsibility upon my shoulders. I'd given up my Right as mother's Heir, choosing instead to become a Gypsy and roam the freelands as a carefree vagabond.

These days I often question that decision. It had been made haphazardly, by a girl driven by Dreams. Now as a wiser woman, I ponder whether or not my parents would have met the same fate had I been there in Spirane, aspiring to ascend the Throne. Perhaps it would have been me that had met Purge on the Battlefield. Mother was always a kinder, gentler Soul. I'd like to think I had a tougher hide, if only because I'd grown up fast and lived as an adult out in the wilderness on my own. Not even the Gypsies seemed to be around anymore.

Except Skully. The He-bitch that was the most peculiar of companions, and has now in a manner betrayed me as his fellow gypsy by tethering himself to the very female that was my mother's murderess. There's nothing I can do for that. Nothing I can do for my mother....

But there had been plenty I could do for Spirane, for my family and for Dany. I spent all winter training her. Teaching her to hunt, and giving her lessons in herbal medicines and minerals that Shamans such as our mother commonly used. I was not so knowledgeable as my Dam of course, but it was all I could do. Feed, protect, shelter, teach.

I'd advised Dany against going after Purge this Spring. To Soon, I'd told her. But the girl was ambitious and steadfast in her desire for retribution. And so here I linger and await to hear what news drifts from the mountain in the wake of her battle. Would Daenerys succeed in winning back our mother's crown?

I content myself by lounging on a shoal of cool rocks near the edge of a small creek. Silver fishes slipped through the currents and drifted close to the bank. I watched, amethyst eyes transfixed upon the scaled bodies that glisten, and as one strays ever closer to shore, one silver-spun forepaw would strike out like a bolt of lightning, scooping the fish up and tossing it ashore. The fish wriggled and flopped wildly as I moved to pounce upon it before it flipped it's way back to the creek.

Gypsy Rose * Black Magic Woman * 9 Years Wandering * Cast A Spell On None * Mesmerized by None



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