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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//NOW I'M STANDING HERE ALONE
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BLITZKRIEG
Tamed by no one. Pitted against no one.
Shackled to nowhere. Damned by fate.


To many, he is a frightening creature already at the age of three. He knows well of how he must appear when roaming so silently through the protection of the woodland; stark black, ears tattered to stand thinner than normal, tail severed in the middle, and scars laden across his face and chest. If one were to go by stereotypes alone, they would simply fear him for his blood red eyes, though he prefers to not have them called 'bloody' in any sense. He is a young, strapping male whom has lived up to the expectations of his home pack and has even surpassed them. But he has found greater purpose in leaving them behind once they had offered him a high-ranking position for his accomplishments.

The memories made him scowl as his brows and muzzle wrinkled together slightly.

His pace is slow as he ducks through the shadows beneath what pines still provide them, and he wishes to find a distraction to bring him from these darker thoughts. No sooner had he wished it to happen did an earthen colored female move so fluidly from the monochrome wasteland. Rose hued eyes immediately lock onto her as she approaches him with her nose to the ground. For a moment he is wondering if he is perhaps imagining it all. It is only when she is near enough that her scent hits him like a wall does he realize he is still within reality.

The scowl leaves his features and a rather odd mixture of surprise and nearly no expression at all replaces it. She is a lovely creature to behold and he is hesitant to speak. "Hello." it is the only form of speech that he can mutter, although it was voiced as clear as day. He can do little else in her presence seeing as his experience with females was rather limited and those in his homeland were withheld from conversing with the warriors. They were sacred beings where he was born; the givers and nurturers of life itself.


I am fighting with guts for no glory
To make my place down here;
I am fighting with guts for no glory
With broken bones, sutures and bruises


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