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.

Return to Lunar Children

losing my religion
IP: 108.69.201.108

Sidriel was not weak. Even though her youthful body was leggy and uneven, it was clear that she would grow up with the body of a brawler, a machine, meant to be taken advantage of and controlled. She had no foresight, no future plan, no purpose, not as one so young. Perhaps it was, as she thought, fate that had brought this wolf to her. Or perhaps it was simply an unlucky coincidence. Still, some small part of her, the noble part that came with her Angel bloodline, wanted to spit in his face and turn tail, run back and tell her father about the evil wolf that stalked through the woods. But that part was small, very small, and soon it would grow more and more microscopic until it did not exist at all. For now, however, that small part of her was pushed to the side, and in it's place resided a desire to understand, to learn, and to serve.

She peered up at him curiously, her tail giving a few uncertain twitches before he answered in an indiscernible fashion. "I think I do," She replied, voice resolute. "Does the Shade think so?" Sidriel wanted to know if she looked at strong as she felt in these moments. She figured any other pup would cower, or even run away, but she had stood strong even beneath his fangs, and now she stood before him not as his equal, but perhaps something a little bit closer than simply a lost child.

Sidriel was breathing heavily with excitement, and as he bent his head down, she quivered, but it was not out of nervousness. Her eyes, her posture, showed that. But she could feel the god within him, as she stared into his silver eyes, and she knew for a fact that he was not lying about this. For she could really, truly, see the Shade within him, and she could feel him calling to her- and she would dash after him. Perhaps the stranger was lucky that she was young, so malleable and shapeable, like clay in the hands of a sculptor.

The girl nodded, nearly pressing forward enough in her excitement that their noses might touch if he moved just an inch. "I believe it is my calling, too." She breathed, before continuing. "I want to serve the Shade! I promise I'll keep everything a secret... I want to keep the earth healthy, like you said. I know now that the weak slow us down and should be culled, not protected."

s i d r i e l
i'm choosing my confessions


Replies:
  • Dark! Dark! -


Post a reply:
Name:
Subject:
Message:
Password To Edit Post:





Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020


<-- -->