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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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This ain't for the faint hearted;
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Posted on December 15, 2014 at 09:50:37 PM by Tera

Once again, wanderlust had taken over the girl, something called her to the lands outside of Moladion and she had to answer, this time she found more than she wanted to. This time, Tera returns with something new upon her pelt, something that had never been seen there before, even from spars. Scars mark the once flawless woman, something broken is in her gaze, and she snarls now at the world. Across the bridge of her nose and legs, her rump and scruff, these are the marks of a crime most vile, and the girl has been unable to come to terms with such rot upon her pelt. She could not go home either, not after what happened, how could she face her heart and soul without shame and pain in her eyes? How could she tell him what occurred? How could she show him how it had changed her? Would he still accept her, knowing other males had dared to touch her in such a manner?

She needed him, however, needed to hear that he loved her still. She still felt him, though a few times - when she was in their clutches - she had almost died, and felt the bond to him begin to fray. Hatred bubbled in her chest for any male that was not Zildjian, and she marched her way back home, needing to make the bond stronger in her later years. They were twelve now, an age she thought impossible for her to reach and still look as impeccable as she could with a facial scar. Would he still think she was as beautiful as their sun rises on the mountain? Would he want her monstrous face, or her battered body? So many questions in her head, it made her heart ache and her stomach hurt, and she let the anxious feeling bubble over until she could hold it no more.

"Zildjian!" She calls, feeling her spirit surge to life as she gets closer to him, her eyes becoming watery as the memories haunt her mind, her need for him mounting until she must call out her urgency. Please, please, Gods - she may not believe, but please let her find her beloved. She cannot stand being without him any longer, and she will go no more outside Moladion.
female ;; twelve years ;; 39 inches ;; 105 pounds ;; zildjian's reason & rhyme


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