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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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Dance my little puppets,
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Posted on June 4, 2018 at 11:19:52 PM by GRIMOIRE

Grimoire�s stomach was squeamish with something like apprehensive-confusion. Not about being pregnant, but about what to do with it. Telling Segin, was step one� but Grimoire didn�t expected any beneficial help from him. Second step? Pack probably. She needed assurance nothing was going to eat her whilst labor ravaged her system. Hence, the apprehensive part - Where would she be going? Not to Eden, because� why would she ever let him see her fat? And that was the one thought that crossed her mind in the matter. Grimoire yawned, and rolled onto her back to gaze up at the sky; Oh. Would you look at that? Sleet was on it�s way. The Demon rolled back over, and hopped to her paws.

Her body formed around fallen trees and through bracken, disguising its dark form in their ragged shadows. As it happened, her course intersected with a scent that made her hackles stiffen. Even more potent in winter, was the male musk of Blackthorne. Grimoire�s teeth slid out, and her paws moved uniquely to scoop snow aside with each step to avoid the squeak of snow crunching together. While he approached, Grimoire slid into a large hollowed tree.

She pressed her body against the bark, pink eyes peering out of the dark. He passed with determined steps. The snow depressed at his passing, shriveling away from his touch. Grimoire became mesmerized with the natural wave of his tail. Her body rocked slowly, mimicking the motion. The sleet began, pinging against the hollowed log with sharp clicks. Grimoire�s frozen snarl, expanded into a gleeful grin. The noise would serve to conceal her exit from the log. His barks summoned her. She slithered out, body as low to the snow as it would get. With a loud, purposeful yowl, she snapped her teeth after Blackthorne�s tail.

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rage rage against the dying of the light - By blackthorne June 5, 2018 at 01:20:54 AM
Dance my little puppets, - By GRIMOIRE June 10, 2018 at 02:30:33 AM
do not go gentle into that good night - By blackthorne June 17, 2018 at 08:44:32 PM
Dance my little puppets, - By GRIMOIRE June 19, 2018 at 01:01:07 AM

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