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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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Posted on June 19, 2018 at 01:01:07 AM by GRIMOIRE

His teeth sank deeper. She exhaled a brief sound that encompassed the sting and pleasure enduring it gave her. If a bite could define a wolf, his indicated a particularly nasty disposition. He was a wolf who�d dominate, then squash a defeated opponent just to ensure his superiority was recognized. Pressing her tongue to his chin further excited him. The whirlwind of passion in his eyes stirred her wicked emotions. That look was one to kill for. How wise she was to wait for it. His saliva slicked over her dark muzzle. Wet and warm� she could hardly wait to lap it up. Grimoire allowed her body to bend with him when he shoved her muzzle away, but she didn�t moved her paws and she straightened back into them when she was free of him. Her head tilted slightly, her silvered eyes observing the resolute stiffness in his joints. Would he stay so on edge with anyone, or was it only her?

The question simmered in her mind, but she didn�t seek to answer it; such mysteries were solved with time spent building a relationship. Theirs began with their meeting over Wraith. While he licked her blood off his teeth, she cleaned her blood and his spit from her maw. His words settle into her mind like needles, exciting her neurons. And the with the words, immediate danger passed, and she watched his muscles relax and his lip twitch into an irritated snarl at her scent.

�No. I started the fire,� She smiled with the charm of a cobra. She lifted a paw slowly, deliberately toward his chest, where she intended to rake her nails into his fur. She leaned toward his ear to whisper, �I see your tail twitch, Thorny. Your harem should take better care of that.� She wondered if he knew that being pregnant didn�t mean one couldn�t have adult fun.

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