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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It is an adventure to once more slip from the sandy shores of Glorall into the heartland of Molodian. She had been everywhere, it seemed, save for the moors of Iromar and the canyons of Diveen. Her life had been a pattern of trails, trails left in the wake of leaving and in the presence of arriving. She did not desire time in Iromar, her memories still tainted with the metallic taste of dislike, and her heart twinged at the thought of Diveen where her once-soul had been tethered. Glorall was refreshing. It was free from all things thus far and Eden was intriguing - his secrets were a thing that drove her to success. It was his decree that gave wings to her paws, the wind fairly scooping her up and carrying her across the river and past the Ruieze lake. Autumn was a lovely season with the myriad of colors trailing the skyline and the ground.

She did not mask her movements, her fleet feet crunching whatever leaves lie in her path, and she lopes with an endless grace of one used to such travel. It had been her plan, after all, until fate had once more intervened and stolen her away. The heady scent of pine and evergreens draws her towards the woodlands, ears flicking back and forth as she slows to a jaunty clip, icy blue eyes scouting for a potential stranger. Fortune is with her this day for not just one can be found but two.

The male speaks and she catches his words, watching as he bows down in a playful manner to the timid female, and her own lips peel into a grin, tail beginning to wave as she walks towards them. It is always wise to be careful of strangers yet his playful air seems to have caught on for she pauses a few feet away before dipping down herself, tail wagging back and forth. "I should like to dance as well," she adds, dulcet tones soothing as she glances from the large male to the female, their colors and striations lovely. Natu waits only long enough to see how they will react before she leaps up and begins to bound around Samhain then Paisley, lifting her paws high in a prance that even her daughter would be proud of, feeling young once more.

Seventeen - Fenrir's Heart - Heyel's Soul - Glorall
Natu
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