Round and round we go

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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Round and round we go
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Posted on December 5, 2016 at 04:50:31 PM by Eldritch

It is too much to ask that I remain calm during all this. I growl as she talks to me even if she does so in a matter of fact voice. It sounded like Taika and her imprint didn't get along very well but severing that bond was impossible. I knew instinctively that it was so. Maybe that was part of the reason I was grumpy. Because another was tied to her and while I had been less than kind at times, I had found a connection with another. She is the only familiar thing about this land to me although Masque had already somehow wormed her way into my mind. She was a butterfly, flitting from here to the next, innocent in many ways. I felt recognition when I looked at her despite her still being a virtual stranger to me.

"Well," I grumped, feeling the base bone of my tail try to move but unable to lift the dead weight that hung from it. It was frustrating to not be able to express myself in such a way and so I peeled my lips back in a grotesque scowl. It was actually pretty funny looking with the scar marked across my eye. "What do you mean a shadow?" I had barely caught that part of the speech but it suddenly jumped to the forefront of my mind, my scowl softening.

She misses her prince. I felt a twinge of hope and also guilt. Because Taika had called me that before and part of me... I had started to believe it. She was sad because of me and happy. I was fast growing tired of my own emotional turmoil and Masque's words were taking me on a rollercoaster. I blinked and huffed a sigh, not quite as full of amusement but enough to lessen the mood. Masque was not deterred by my grumpy nature. She leaps up, once more flitting, and races behind me to press her nose against my paws.

I growl at her but it is weak, not meant to scare but to express my disdain for this plan. But I get up and I get moving, my legs taking me at a fast clip which I'm sure Masque, with all her youthful energy, can outpace if she so chooses. "Well, where are we going?"

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