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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* is but a dream within a dream
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Posted on January 25, 2017 at 01:33:52 PM by Malleah

It is a shameful thing to have wallowed in the filth and darkness so long, to have become accustomed to it, and then for the sun to force past the shadows and lay bare the truth. My truth is I am a callow, faithless woman and that I am more fearful Exodus will figure out how conniving and disgusting I am inside and leave me barren - because now that he had arrived I saw hope in my future. Did I feel guilt for what I had done? My mind is cast back to the whimpering of my daughter Zafira as I turn her away from my den in mid winter, knowing only she will either grow stronger or perish, but also knowing that by keeping her close I just subjected her to more torment. Both from me and Aranck, who despised my children so much that it left a foul taste in my mouth. He had called them weak and it had affected me because I KNEW I was weak despite how I toiled my whole life to achieve something greater than that.

It was only through desperate skill that I kept his attentions and bow, when I would have turned them from me, I was embroiled in an even greater scheme. As I sit here in front of Exodus, a male I had only briefly known but innately trusted, I understood one fact about myself. I couldn't let him find out.

So I steel myself even as I fall apart from him, my eyes watering as I hold back my own truth and instead lace it with some retellings. It isn't really a lie if I half believed it anyways, right? And besides everyone in Molodian now knew that Aranck was a cruel and vicious wolf. "He was kind at first," I say even though I wouldn't have called Aranck sweet. But our deal had sufficed and I was just as willing as him in the beginning. "And he kept me safe but then he changed. He is a cruel taskmaster now and it is all I can do to please him. I fear that soon I will have no use for him besides bearing these children." Whelps. Not worthy of my affections, only the spoils of his attentions. But I wouldn't say that aloud - I realized how callous it made me but I tucked that thought away for another time.

He comes towards me and I blink, a tear rolling down my furred cheek, and then wraps me in his warmth. He is much larger than me - who wasn't? Still I press my nose into his scruff and breath in deep. His scent is musky and wild but clean, not that oily scent that I placed with my mate. Exodus comforts me and I allow it because I desperately want him and have missed him, even if we hadn't really solidified anything before his leaving. It was a curse or gift perhaps that I could ensnare males so and yet he was one I actually wanted for himself, not for any power to be gained. Never had such kindness turned its eye upon me and it was an addiction, a craving. "I should have stopped him," I murmur because I suppose I am obliged to. I hadn't tried to stop him at first, hadn't questioned the insanity that drove him, but he was growing crueler by the day. I pull back slightly with my ears pricked forward so that our noses almost touched and I could stare up into his eyes. "There is... well something will be happening soon. The people of Iromar, where my mate rules, they don't like him. I can't leave just yet but I will soon," I say, looking somewhat uncertain, afraid Exodus might not care for what I am saying. "But when I do... will you be there?" The last words are tentative. Hopeful. Questioning.

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