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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BURNING UP; CRAWLING DOWN
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Eldritch - eight - loner - taika's mate - neverland's soul



The girl didn't even have the sense to be offended by my curt attitude. Rather, she grins at me in such an endearing way I assume that she thinks I will melt. I do, just a little, but I hide it well behind a grimace of distaste. Just looking at her inspires rancor for her mother, as if Taika has lied to me; she said that she thought I was her lost mate. I remember the words very clearly and the way I responded so vehemently to them. It makes me uncomfortable because part of me does recognize her on some deeper level but when I try to delve into whatever that fleeting memory is things simply dissipate. It is frustrating and it turns me into a boor.

"Flowers?" I say, incredulously. What the hell could FLOWERS do in this situation? She is a pretty girl, I think, her colors blending so softly together that it adds to the effect of charm. I eyeball her in curiosity, even if my face remains screwed up with an attitude. "Well, someone needs to help me," I grumble unsolicitously, eyeing her flowers as if they would strike me. I blink as she presses her ear to the flowers, finding myself amused by the utter abandonment of solemnity.

Except my amusement dries up swiftly when she mentions me being her moms lost mate. Clearly Taika hadn't waited around for me... or whoever I used to be. My ears snap back as I glare at her. "I don't think your mom is too worried about a misplaced mate from the looks of it." Yes, I was being cruel, and yet I felt as if a dagger was twisting my insides. The scar down my left eye seems to twitch of its own accord even as my torn ear turns back. She runs away from me, unperturbed, returning and mentioning someone. Los.

I can't help it. I explode to a stand with a snarl, hackles raised. My tail remains prone for it will never be used again; it is just an adornment to my body, useless. "Who is Los?" I hate the way I grind the words out, the jealousy that suddenly plagues me, and the girl takes off. I take off after her, looking for all the world as if I would attack her, but I simply dart ahead of her and come to a stop to prevent her from continuing her action until she answers my question.










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