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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i'll let the bad parts in tikal!
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shem
take apart your head

Hello, Zelda. I've heard a lot about you, and all of it...Not important. What? Why not? He shook his head, tried to focus on the wolf from Iromar that had approached Zelda...but ah, no. He couldn't. He snorted, shuffled his paws, felt an itch he couldn't even pinpoint. It was as if his entire body itched...no, not itched. It just wasn't right. Were his paws even touching the ground? Shem looked down - they were. He could feel the dirt there but he still felt...airy, floaty. Like some great storm was about to happen and yet, nobody else seemed to have their hairs on end. Was it Avery making him nervous? His eyes narrowed in on her and yet, they could not help themselves: instead, they got stuck on the dark girl next to her. But why? Try as he might to even listen to a single word of Avery or Zelda, his ears and eyes seemed all too preoccupied with this newcomer.

And then like that he was hungry but not, empty but not. His eyes moved to meet hers and that was when he felt the hunger - just as quickly, he followed her gaze to the meats that had been brought. He snorted. Why did he care that some Glorall wolf was hungry? And yet his paws had already found their own way towards the feast, his teeth sinking into the flesh of a pheasant long before his brain had been able to find any rationality to it. Fine - he'd go along with it.

Pheasant breast in tow, he moved towards the newcomer, side-eyeing the others as if to tell them back off. Nothing he did made sense to him and yet, he felt completely unable to stop himself. Approach, put the breast down, sit. Simple, automatic, like some instinct that he had never even been made aware of until now. Pity - his mouth was still his to control it seemed. "Could you look any more hungry?" He huffed as he rolled the meat towards her and looked aside, almost...afraid to make eye contact lest she somehow make him do something else. "Go on. Eat it. They won't stop you - besides, I don't want to see you roll over dead from starvation." He'd never felt that kind of...compassion? Concern? He could barely even name the feeling.

I don't mind you under my skin
I'll let the bad parts in
eden and zeltzin's son
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