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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I'm a MotherF**cking M O N S T E R
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The mother of future puppies is brave, no tremble to give away the fear - even her scent remained strong - that was good he liked them strong. The woman may have stood a chance if the fates had not loved the beast so, imparting their graces on him when needed. The snowy beauty falls on the slippery, damp leaf laden ground and falls giving the behemoth just what he needed. Sparing no time the beast is in motion, massive jaws are parting and aiming for her leg. Teeth grind against the appendage, to damage it beyond repair would not be in his best interest; if she will care for his pups she need to be strong but he wants to be sure she can’t use it again today.

Her deadly teeth lash out finding the thickly furred white throat she had been aiming for. And perhaps had she not been so awkwardly place she may have caused more damaged. But fate had already chosen it's side in this games and it favored the handsome monster it had created. Even so Ailith manages to puncture the skin slightly and when the beast rips himself from her grasps he tears the wounds, making them longer. Still, he does not give up, he will not give up.

The decision has been made, to much energy has been put into her now, even if his obsessive mind would've been willing to let her escape the destiny he had planned for her in the being it was definitely too late now. As soon as Mars pulls away he is throwing his massive body back at her. Disastrous jaws part to try and latch onto the thinnest part of her throat; right underneath her cheeks, where her skull meets her neck.

The goal is simple. The creature, as vicious and deadly as he could be, had surreal control over himself in these moments, his anger and patience at their limits. He did not want to drag this wolf home broken and battered, what kind of shape would she be in to deliver his pups come spring? No he needed her healthy...ish. His goal now is to cut of her air supply. His jaws will try to hold on and keep applying more and more pressure until her body ceases to move. The beast will even try to lean his weight against hers in efforts to keep her down as he does so.

Hello, I'm a monster too
What poisons me      is what poisons      y o u.
Into these animals we grew;   but when we were young our eyes were blue.
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