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: 69.129.194.130
Posted on June 10, 2018 at 02:00:35 AM by GRIMOIRE

Grimoire rarely felt the presence of hunger… but her appetites were growing. Puppies ate a lot, apparently. It was a creeping feeling. One that irritated her mind first with the knowledge she’d need to eat soon. Then, it gnawed at her intestines and creeped toward her spine. Maddening. She stalked through the woodlands, searching for anything that moved… and she found it some great time later. She pushed herself into the snow, and let the drifts cascaded over her dark pelt to disguise her. A smaller wolf leaped through the snow drifts. Her eyes caught glimpses through the ragged, dead trees.

It was another female wolf. Poor thing… she was tiny, and oh so tender looking. Grimoire’s body slithered out of hiding to glide into the shadow of a fallen tree. She slipped along side it, pausing every so often to relocate the warm flesh she tailed. The Demon deduced that the multicolored female was hunting as well. Admirable, but not enough to convince Grimoire to desist. The stranger was untested and therefore, needed to be.

Her mind rolled with analysis while her instincts guided her. She tailed, and waited - a tired target was a better one. Then, the female paused. Grimorie became an ice statue, posed with one paw lifted peering at her target through knotted vines. Grimoire’s heart quickened; had she been detected? The sigh told her no, but then the darling turned to head back the other direction… Hmm. A hungry belly in an unassuming forest? Grimoire’s eyes drifted to the side, and spied a stick propped perfectly for breaking. Her teeth snapped over it.

The crack of the breaking wood elevated her hackles. No marrow, of course, was inside a twig. Somehow, the fact it wasn’t there only aggravated her. She remained stagnant, glaring spitefully at the branch as tension coiled her abdomen. It held her until she heard the faintest shift of snow. Her pearlescent eyes snapped to the noise, and then her form glided carefully closer to the thorns. She pressed herself against the earth, a shadow between a snowdrift and the thorn’s bases. When the female came around to investigate, Grimoire would launch into action with teeth well aimed for the victim’s throat.

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