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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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Roman is a bit better rested, a good deal better prepared, and well glad to explore a tighter environment with so many more lifestyle options than he had previously experienced in his years of fighting and scraping at the bottom of the metaphorical food chain amongst his kind. There was no more patience for such things.

What he does want is company, a lasting bond with others who would better him and build him up rather than tear him down and take him apart piece by piece. A sellsword, he could be that for years and only grow into the monster that rumors named him. A homewrecker, a destroyer of peace and solidarity among those he came across. No. What he needed now was most certainly stability and something as simple as a beginning to bring his potential to it’s fullness.

What he didn’t know was there was far more to soulmates than this rumor of imprinting and heart-based love. There was such thing as soulmates that grew to might and strength with each other. Alongside each other bonding and growing because two was better than one, three was better than two, and so on.

And here he was, preparing to meet one such potential comrade.

The boy he finds is very young, at least by four springs, if not more. He is a great deal larger, at the very least, but it does not deter him from the lad. His green and yellow sunburst eyes fixing themselves on him so as to take better measure. Malnourished. Melancholy - but with a look of longstanding good nature. No scars, not scowl - just somber reality creeping up to sap what little puppy energy ought to have been there. A good young lad, if he had ever seen one.

He does not make noise, persay, but allows himself to neutrally come and take a few lapping swallows of water. He looks up, then, dipped to the pond with ears perking and standing upright as though surprised to see another, “Ah, hello.” He tilts his head, tail high but not oppressive or assertively so. Confident despite a lack of alphaship. “I am Roman, new to these parts. You seem much the same. Who might you be, then?”






male | 5 years | 40 inches | 165 pounds | no heart | no soul | no hearth
the kingblade


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