Do not go gentle into that good night: zharko

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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Do not go gentle into that good night: zharko
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Posted on August 25, 2017 at 02:03:40 PM by Blackthorne

Secrets? He was full of those. If only he knew that secret collecting was a favorite past time of his grandsire he might have found it quite amusing. Instead he yearns for it - knowledge. Knowledge was a weapon of its own and he would Wield it with such efficiency that none would know what kinda of maelstrom he would bring. It caused the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards into a mean smile even as he leaves the seaside for a more pointed meeting. Lately he had kept out of the path of his crazed father, focusing his methods on other devices. Namely sparring with Thor since Eden commanded it - despite how the command ruffled his fur. There is a fine balance between him and the alpha. He knows Underidge would follow Eden to the ends of the earth but WHY? What had the elusive king done to earn it? He would flush that knowledge out and he fully expected it to be disappointing.

Such secrets as those were delicate in prying and despite his rather rash nature, there is a cunning edge to Blackthorne that he was only coming in to. Zharko had seen it but he very rarely let it show to others. Soon he would be three and his body had filled out quite nicely, his shoulders thick with muscle, his charcoal eyes flashing often against the black of his face. Those same eyes search the brush for his Commander, Zharko. The male was small and had seemingly stopped growing yet he was a powerhouse - a fury that could be unleashed by Thorne even if he challenged the vicious boy often. Even if Blackthorne thrilled in it.

"Zharko," he barks into the trees, a demand, as he pauses with a feline sort of grace between two trees, seating himself indolently. The gray boy would come to him because he demanded it and he didn't feel like searching through the woods. He would one day wear his own crown and what better way to contain the pecking order? Zharko as his Left Hand and Natiya as his Right. He frowns at the thought of his sister - he had neglected her teaching for too long. So this game would be twofold, once his Commander arrived.

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DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO September 5, 2017 at 03:16:55 PM
Rage rage against the dying of the light - By Blackthorne September 11, 2017 at 01:15:04 PM
DON'T BLINK -- YOU'LL MISS IT - By ZHARKO September 15, 2017 at 12:14:04 PM

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