Susil Crags

Disaster has struck!
The Crags are a series of rocky formations with small caves and crevices throughout. Many of the lower-lying areas of the Crags have been flooded, however, with water pouring in from the Northern stretches of Moladion. Some paths have been completely submerged, and some are nothing more than a few rocky peaks sticking out of the water. The water is fairly slow moving but begins to pick speed up towards the Grotto, becoming a series of intense rapids and waterfalls as it nears the Grotto's entrance.

The area itself is still traversible. However, it can be risky. Large amounts of debris can enter the waterway, creating bridges at times but also creating dams that break and cause ocassional flash-flooding. Be careful, travelers! One wrong step and you could end up finding out where the water goes.

Note: Susil Crags will return to normal once 25 posts have been completed (or at Staff discretion). During this time, new threads will receive a 'Surprise','Disaster', and prizes.

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Somebody help me tame this animal
IP: 69.23.101.100

nine years;hungers for none;blood-bound to Ruvindra

Animal is what I have become ever so lately, all the memory fragments...surely some of them had to just be the imagination. Dreams even, maybe. All fabricated by my mind to cover up what destruction and nothingness was left by the disaster surely. My mind was looking for a way to cover everything up. So that I didn't seem as completely empty as I seemed to be inside. All I consisted of were these fleeting memories and whims, and a growing dark anger. Nothing can save me from my coming fate. Nothing would ever try. I would know. It was only they I watched and did not strike, everyone else was not made or quite worthy of my protection. They didn't mean anything, didn't register in the red haze of my mind. It was almost like they weren't even there. They didn't belong. Never would they belong in the roiling, coiled depths of my mind. If they try I will pounce. I will snap and rip and tear with my jaws until they learn their place, but even then I am not so sure if I would be able to stop myself. I seem to be failing more and more with that. Not that it really mattered. The confines of my mind are meant for none other than what I know is mine, my protection will only ever be for them. All else will not be permitted to even dare to try. It is not meant for anyone besides those already in it, and i will not let them mess wht I still possessed up. They all had to die for it. pale sky blue eyes narrowed at the thought, tongue drawing over silvered lips as if it were a tasty thought. I had tasted the blood of a wolf before, and indeed the hot taste had sparked something deep within. A inner beast that had severed it's chains maybe, one I had always kept hidden from the outside world. I had never truly left those cradled within my mind, no even now such a thing is purely impossible. I always stalked and watched my protected ones. All else will not be spared, neither will they be tolerated.

These waterfalls will be my home until I'm called away. The mist and the lull of the waters is what lures me, and it lures them as well, but these falls are mine more than they belong to those outsiders. The sounds of the water often masks my movements when someone gets to close to my place, the den I've made and I have to chase them off and attack. Already much blood I have spilt in defending what is mine and I'll do it again and again. Those who dare to tread where I do not allow risk death's fangs. I had found the den first, and by living in it, it had become mine. None could set paw there without provoking my instant retaliation, and I will not stop until satisfied or one of my own comes to pull me away. If they don't turn their fangs on you themselves. Which might be a little more than likely. Not somewhere one wants to go, yes?

One of mine is with me now, at my side where only they can stand, and my muscles and fur tingle with the sheer sense of belonging and joy. After she offers me licks I turn my own head to nuzzle her in return, a intimate yet important gesture that is only for those who are mine and who at the same time own me. Her eyes catch my own crimson swirled ones, the swirling hugging very close to the pupil. The silver of my tail sways slightly, in a gesture not often seen performed by my frame. I feel something, I feel kinship, and I feel protective and protected. I don't feel that any words really can help in this moment, besides if she can conve without ever needing her voice than so can I, taught smile drawing over lips that is only ever meant for her to see.

Nero

I can't escape this hell
The more I try the less I'm free



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