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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Rage rage against the dying of the light
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Posted on November 10, 2017 at 02:21:06 PM by Blackthorne

Blackthorne admittedly enjoyed lovely things. It was a sort of weakness that ran in his family from time immemorial - maybe that is why he hates the visage of his father who also craved lovely things but never attained the loveliness himself. Thorne, at least, was a rather handsome specimen with his slick fur and his cooled muscles. There is no doubt who the snake charmer was in the family, a gift passed from Enderly, who was thus far unknown to the boy. If he had known such things then it is likely Thorne would have spied for he so loved EXPERIMENTS. That such traits could be passed through blood or inherited was quite an interesting challenge and one he would no doubt find amusing.

Caesura was undoubtedly one of those lovely things. He liked fire, spunk, obedience, and a bit of mystery and she was a few of those things at least. It is a curse for him to love power and crave it. Because he also hates being challenged but thrills in it. Such a conundrum. So he has set out to become powerful and to collect the powerful beneath him, a master puppeteer of sorts, using both physical violence and emotional threats to secure when his slithering words did not. There are always more than one way to control.

He was assured he had sunk his claws into her after scaring her in the grotto. Something in the gleam of her inky eyes had bespoke of her excitement in that moment and he thinks she is quite like him in some regards. All he needs is a little and he can stretch it a lot. So when he finds her, she spins with that sort of smile that makes him think she is thrilled to see him. He is certainly quite content to see her, his wicked grin attesting to that. Witchling she was and that was quite interesting to him. What could she DO though? She could tell him but he preferred action. His grin broadens to all sharp fangs at her words, a suave chuckle given. “I’ve been stalking you, yet you must have used those witchling powers to make it a difficult task. Nonetheless, I have persevered.” There is a flash of his charcoal eyes as sunlight appears through the bare branches, catching and turning them silver, as mercurial as he is. “You see, I am quite convinced of Your powers and would love to see them at work. I have enemies or, well, enemies of friends, and what better way for you to test out your concoctions?” He spins it now so that she might think this was a perfect opportunity for her, not just convenience for him.

He paces forward now, closer to her, sharing her space. She smells raw and wild and beautiful. It makes him lean his maw out and take a deliberate deep breath, pleaser by it. “I doubt your talents are being utilized in the forest. Help me with this, Caesura,” he says with a low, winding voice, trying to enthrall her, “and you will become part of my pack with my own resources. I promise you, they are worth it.”

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