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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Posted on May 20, 2017 at 05:47:50 PM by windsong



His response to her question seemed pretty standard: they lived in a world condensed by evil. Of course, there was monsters. Such was the nature of wolves. But the she wolf was pleasantly surprised by his mention of the heroes. Perhaps Moladian wasn't going to be as bad of a place as Windsong had theorized. Her conclusion of the land and its inhabitants would eventually be formed on her own, but Exodus' insight into what she was getting herself into gave her an edge to the complete mystery of this place.


"Well, at least my first encounter has been positive. I'll take that as a good sign and hope I stay more on the side of positive encounters here," Windsong optimistically mused, her tail wagging. Her eyes glimmer, and her mind runs wild for a second. Suddenly, the she-wolf halts, her head tilting with thought. "Perhaps I can call this place home one day. I haven't had a place to call home in seasons."


The notion made the she-wolf a bit apprehensive, though a bit giddy. She had wandered long enough, and her paws were growing wary from listless traveling. Her main goal had been to escape the riverlands she once called home, but the days, weeks and months following in succession were hazy and undefined. Why exactly had she wandered this far? Windsong never quite knew. She'd rise each morning with the simple goal to survive and get her paws on the ground.


So now she was here. Maybe this was fate's doing. Maybe she kept wandering because an instinct was drawing her farther and farther away from the riverlands to find a home. And now she was in Moladian, and some weird drive told Windsong she was in the right place. It was about time to discontinue wandering -- if for a season or two.


"And, look, I've started off on the right paw. I can at least account for one friend." Her brief bout of excitement was controlling her words a bit, but she hoped to at least amuse Exodus. Sure, they had only been interacting for a brief minute, but Exodus was open and kind. He didn't seem opposed to the snow white she-wolf that interrupted his snooze. "Or maybe I'm jumping ahead?" She laughed, care free.




Windsong. Female. 3 years. No imprint. No mate. Loner.









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