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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 EXECUTIONER
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Posted on September 11, 2017 at 01:37:27 PM by Deathspeak

The expectancy that hangs in the air is rendered by the way she whips around, teeth aiming for his muzzle and he allows it. Indeed, he turns into it with his ears pressed back, the sharp pain of her bite spiraling through him and setting his yellow eyes ablaze as blood puckers across his already scarred muzzle. Yet he does not recoil, even as she elegantly pulls herself into a dominant position. His thighs twitch with the urge to pounce, the season and her scent fairly undoing him, yet he does not challenge her. Nay, he allows this and there is a thrill in being out of control, letting her seize it, his tongue wrapping across the side of his muzzle to lick off the blood that gently comes to the surface so his lips and teeth are stained with her very act.

"Let's play," he murmurs on a low voice, husky, as she moves. A snake - vicious and beautiful but so very alluring. He feels the coldness of his bones seeping away as life springs within him once more. She begins to trot around him, dancing in to offer pain and fury, and for the first several times he allows her bites, eyes flashing in an ecstasy that he does not bother to hide from her. She sounds like a tornado around him until he smells only her, her breath, and his blood, and when finally he has had enough of the games does he swoop out at her. Blood puckers across his body from her poison bites and her scent drives him near wild with want, so he thinks it is time to see if she is willing to allow him to take.

As she dances back he dances forward, tongue seeking to rasp across whatever piece of her he can reach. Not bites, but to mark her with his scent, to drown her in him, a low growl ever persistent in his throat. He tried to follow and crowd her, his dance taking him closer to her haunches with each chance he can get unless she drives him back.

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