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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Sekhmet’s head tilted to the side, half mixed in judgment and half in eager curiosity. It was never a shameful thing to study the male before her and so she stood. Chuffing a greeting lightly at his own, she remained silent otherwise as she closed the remaining distance between them. Her movement careful and calculating, he may not have moved so directly but it almost went against her nature not to in these moments. Her opalescent eyes studied him carefully where there danced a little mischief behind her eyes. As the distances was closed she chose to answer his question with a flash of her on teeth. “Yes. But for more.” Sekhmet moved to press into his space snapping at the side of his neck with a low growl akin to a purr. She never let her teeth touch him but she wanted to push him and if he would be brought to challenge her tactics.

Carefully crafting her words she paused taking her paw and pressed it into the soft lose dirt, leaving almost a perfect indentation from her paw. She moved slightly away from it but her eyes met his and looked down towards the indention as though see were indicating it. “Where would you…place yours?” The woman questioned curiously wondering if he would understand her question or if she needed to be more direct in her actions. “Many companions. Many offspring. My Trusted…and My Chosen.” Her words where more thoughtful now. “Do you know…which you are?” Truly she was interested to know what he though if only to bide her time and gather her thoughts.

A soft growl echoed in her throat as she moved to brush her face into the ruff of his neck and drink in his sent. Her teeth moved to graze his neck at a pace he could easily avoid any injury no matter how light it might be. “Kweku. Do you wish…to be more? Me to you…mine to me?” She questioned her tone softer her words unshared to outsiders ears. It was something she detested to be laid so bare and vulnerable and yet she would wait to what he might speak. She would almost lend her mind to the deep but her curiosity had kept her bound waiting almost eagerly.
Speaking Coptic.

you're going to love it, i promise
Sekhmet
reaver x enya - eight - Asteraia
42 inches - 188 pounds
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