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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Dance my little puppets, [Segin]
IP: 75.100.38.12
Posted on April 29, 2018 at 02:56:13 PM by GRIMOIRE

Late autumn chilled the sleepy woodland with a soft breath. It pulled colorful leaves from the canopy and settled them into the icing swamps. Crack! disturbed the peaceful ambiance.The sound pleased Grimoire’s ears as her teeth crunched over the solid object. The alabaster splintered aside to reveal darker bits inside. Grimoire’s pink tongue pushed unfavorable pieces over of her mouth and teeth before her teeth snapped her toy again.

Lazily, she sprawled across a boulder with her treasure tucked between her paws. Her tail waved behind her enthusiastically. She felt itchy all over. The need to run and poke fun at a male irritated her mind. Winter was around the corner. She managed herself well in past winters, keeping herself away from the testosterone. However, with winter nearing, she found herself obsessively thinking about the wondrous male specimens she’d met in Moladion. In previous winters, she’d had little interest in particular males… but this season was different. Segin, Dirge, Eden, Wraith, Amoxtli, and the fellow who’d Disappeared, Hyrule, rolled at the front of her thoughts.

This season, she didn’t want to stay away from them… but none seemed purely of the Demon faith. Were they vicious enough? Would they eat the pups? Could they handle the chaos she brought with her? At the same time, she hardly cared to answer her questions. They were each marvelous specimens in very specifics ways. He mind was more obsessed with their auras and their bodies.To vent her stress and prevent a decision making for longer, Grimoire had taken up her toy of choice: a birchwood branch. Favorite since puphood and a guilty pleasure as an adult. She chomped her teeth down on it, and chewed up a ball of bark in her mouth. Damn the itches! She shivered and vibrated her teeth along the bark, drowning out her thoughts with each punctuation clack.

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