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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The female slumbers while the Shade uncoils and it seems, for a moment, as if something peers from the silvery eyes of Underidge. Something ancient and cruel, eldritch and magnificent. It knows the scent of death coming, writhes in the glory of it as Under stares with uncanny stillness at the wolfess. Her soul was ready to escape the confines of her wretched body so that the Souleater can at last have its meal. His daughters follow obediently, Matianak ever ready to please and Umbra moving as if she has a burr beneath her skin, a withheld vibrancy that threatens to burst from within. They are at once similar and different to Paravana, altogether new creatures, and a vicious possessiveness consumes him as he slides his gaze to them each in turn.

Thorne and Natiya were his children too yet he felt no connection to them. A slight interest in Natiya but a great disdain for Thorne. These females beside him were the last connection to his mate, such as she was, and she had died knowing he would care for them. Maybe knowing. A slow gnashing of his teeth at that thought. "Go," he hisses between fangs and Umbra takes off. Matianak will no doubt follow in her wake.

His daughter slams on top of the female and grips the back of her neck. Seamless, beautiful, the violence contained even as the female awakens with a screech of fear and pain, her head being jerked up to reveal the swatch of throat beneath. He glides into the area with a jackal like grace, licking his lips, savagery in his bones as he waits to see what his other child will do. "Free her," he hisses, the Shade in a frenzy within him, claws pressing into the soft loam.

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