Name Of The Game

Ever the adventurer, Enki is once again away from pack lands, getting a read on the different territories. The sun has begun to dip below the horizon by the time the pale pink man’s paws touch the watery pathways of the mangrove trees where lng, twisting roots reach down into winding waterways. Meanwhile, the trunks grow thick and tall, twisting around themselves as they reach up toward the heavens as if in quite prayer. Green vines climb around the silent giants, wrapping them in emerald that sit in stark contrast against the tans and browns of trunks.

Enki carefully traverses the land, picking his way underneath the long, bare branches of the mangroves. Wading through the waterways, he tilts his head back, looking up at the bits of sky that peek through the branches. It is growing dark and the air has a certain bite to it that promises a cold night yet he continues on, too caught up in the beauty to notice much of anything else.


"Enki Klein"

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