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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.: There is no victory with no loss :.
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Amir



”There is no victory with no loss.”
Dead memories of a Legend
Chapter I The life of Voltaire
I think there is nobody else who knows more about me than Devil. At least now. Devil knows a lot about me. He knows how I am. He knows how kind my heart can be. He knows how full of pain it used to be such a long time ago when I was taken to his pack by Jaidah. She left me and for some time I even believed she was leaving me because he didn’t care when in fact she did it because she loved me. I remember. As I also remember how terribly hard It was for me to accept that my mother was gone and the only wolf who I trusted, betrayed her. Well, at least it was what I thought. But in that time it was all I had to believe. I used to cry in my den after nightmares. Sometimes, even when I was training with Devil. He noticed it and even comforted me. It meant a lot. He was always there. If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be in Diveen. I don’t know how it would be.

And I remember. Something that led to all these misunderstandings. That led my life astray so many times. Mistakes I committed. This flower only confirms it all. Why had I taken so long to notice and think about it?

My head was still resting on my leg when my thoughts were interrupted by the very familiar voice. It came so suddenly and so unexpected. My form raised instantly, taking a step away from the rose. My eyes still watery and surprised. It is him! I looked him over. Left front paw raising. So many things went through my head. So many questions. I didn’t know what to say, what to do or ask first.

I looked at him. Wordless for a moment.

- Why? Why can’t I grieve over someone so important to me?

I asked, gentle. Sad. Lost. I don’t know why he tells me this. I wait for his answer.



13 Years old | Diveen's Avenging Angel | Forever Blue's




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