Rage rage against the dying of the light

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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Rage rage against the dying of the light
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Posted on January 17, 2017 at 05:56:00 PM by Blackthorne

It is youthful indulgence that Thorne should think himself above mistakes. After all he is only nearing his title of yearling, thus ensuring he is as of yet unaccomplished in all areas of life. Not once does he think 'I may have missed something' for to doubt himself would be a sin. Hesitancy is not in his nature: all was within his control or would be, in time. He was growing swiftly with large paws that left marked imprints on the snow as if to scream a challenge to the world. I'M HERE! The only wolf capable of settling him back was the slinky creature that boasted himself as his creator and father. Even Sarabi was fast growing exasperated with the power struggle betwixt them but Thorne was destined for great things. Terrible too, but great nonetheless.

His ears turn towards the wind as the crunch of snow is heard and a flicker of silver-fawn fur can be seen, a doe sneaking about her business with marked fear. Winter could be harsh to prey and just as harsh to predators. Caution was a wise thing but also foolish - that was Blackthornes take on it.

When a snarl is given the black and silver boy is given to start, just a little, but Zharko cannot have seen for he was only just bolting from his hidey-hole. Silver lips peel upwards in response to the boys declaration and it is more of a disgusted grimace, his flashing silver - or were they charcoal? - eyes following the way he readied himself for attack. The urge is there, his own paws flexing into the rock and snow trickling down with the movement.

"It is mine now." The words come out oddly scornful but smooth as well. As he has grown so has his voice. It began to grow smoother, silkier, not raspy like his fathers or high like his mothers. Suave, one might say. "You should protect what is yours quicker lest it be stolen," he intones with a mocking flip of his ear, making it evident that he did not consider this place Zharkos. His eyes narrow and he suddenly stands before leaping down, landing with an oomph in the snow before standing tall with tail arced high. "Do you wish to challenge me for it?"

Replies:

DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO January 21, 2017 at 00:15:14 AM
do not go gentle into that good night - By blackthorne January 21, 2017 at 01:44:28 AM
DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO January 21, 2017 at 06:28:45 PM
do not go gentle into that good night - thread end - By blackthorne January 25, 2017 at 00:25:38 AM

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