Screaming up crawling down

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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Screaming up crawling down
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Posted on February 27, 2017 at 07:15:56 PM by Eldritch

There is such hopefulness in her. I can almost feel for a moment as if we share the feeling as I gaze into her lovely eyes. I think she is what drew me south to this land. She is the reason my life is so bitter and unfulfilled. Why would I have left her? I understand in some innate sense that leaving ones mate was forbidden, the greatest sin. Having seen Masque it made me hate myself or the man I was because she had moved on. I didn't suspect that the girl was ours because I knew of this Los fellow. When she pressed against me I stumbled, blinking owlishly at her but my face softens. I soften. I press into her and wish to groan from the contentment that seems to blossom from within me. "I think I would like to try to be that King." It is said so softly I don't know if she hears it. The words embarrass me in a way and I glance away as we walk. I don't emphasize whether I mean the fairy King or her King. I mean both.

She answers my question and I smile at her and suddenly it isn't forced. It flows natural across my maw because I am eager to be the one to help her experience something new. "It is one of my favorite tastes," I say, wanting her to understand I would share this most precious thing with her. There is a peace in me with her bouncing around and I do not notice it but my strides ease and become more pepping in nature, mimicking her own in a very subtle manner. My useless tail sways at my legs as my hips move back and forth, body attuned to her in a deep way.

She tells me a story of our life and I know in my bones she talks of me and her. I see flashes of white and a longing in my breastbone. A feeling of great remorse and sadness and shame. But also one of love and happiness in my choice. I freeze in my steps as I stare at her, as my memories slowly break through. I had left to find my family... I can't remember who but I remember telling her I would be back. I remember her swollen belly and I stare with wide, watery eyes. A low feral groan is given. "I left," I say in a rough tone. "I am sorry, so sorry that I left you. I remember now. I remember because I said I would be back and I failed you."

Then. Then I begin to cry for the shameful state I found myself in. For the wrongs I had done to her, so great, and for the love her eyes still offer me.

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