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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GATE KEEPER
IP: 72.205.216.60

RAGNAROK
victim of his own creations


Things honestly have been fine since the brute took over and they chose to leave. Church once again was back to being a wanderer, just like how she was when they had first met. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it still suited her, it suited him, them. He wasn’t sure if he ever wanted to join another pack after being alone again. Sure it was necessary with the pups, when she was heavily pregnant and really it was best for them. They had so many and they never had to worry about them wandering around Spirane under the watchful eye. But until they decided to maybe have pups again Ragnarok was happy wandering and being free as he used too. He wasn’t sure if she felt the same, but they hadn’t been in a rush to go anywhere else. Sure, more threats also set on them, soon as they became loners after all Church had been stolen away to Asteraia. They didn’t do anything to hurt her, but regardless Ragnarok had been angry at the black and russet marked girl who had taken her there.

It was over though, and they got to see Embla out of it which made it somewhat alright. She seemed happy in her home there, apparently her imprint lived there too and she was doing well and that was all Ragnarok cared about. The other children he wasn’t sure where they all had gotten too. They were tough kids tough so he wasn’t worried about them as much as maybe he should have been. Currently all he cared about was the little golden female curled up next to his stomach.

She stretched out and he simply shifted his head slightly, making himself more comfortable until he heard her little sing-song voice come from his shoulder. A story? Well he wasn’t sure what story to tell. Really that wasn’t something he was very good at but he would give it a go for his little light. First though there were always the speficics he needed from her. ”One of love? Or adventure? Something scary? I am sure you would love that.” He said lifting his head and giving her a malicious looking grin.

Really he didn’t mind regardless but it would be good to think of the tale while she decided and she was distracted. Did she want something fiction or real? There was so many options and Ragnarok was going to make sure he got it right.

Walker of All Lands - Belongs only to Church - Father to Bastille, Embla, Constantine and Jackson
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