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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I will not save you (Daemon)

I had been following a wolf...a female of black, black like my original mother. She had a form so lithe, so lovely that it caught my golden, blue hazed gaze. She hypnotized me in a way that I cannot understand, Maybe it was this lingering loss of my mother, maybe it went deeper. Maybe I was wishing she was dead, so she would sit still, and would give me her prize. I was attracted to the fur, the pelt but I was attached to the eyes. She had eyes like a soft pink rose, something so beautiful and unique and I wanted them for myself. I wanted to rip them out of the socket, with great care of course, so I can get up close, so I can sniff them, lick them, get a good, good look at them before they start to fade, and then I will add them to my pile of rotting eyes. Why, oh why did things have to rot away? How am I supposed to keep a collection of the most beautiful of eyes when they just turn dark and into liquids, attract flies and maggots? I can only enjoy eyes for a short time, and I must find them constantly for my own satisfaction. All eyes were different, unique, but sadly I am no killer. No one has taught me how to use my jaws that effectively and I can only kill small things to cure this horrible thing called hunger. Maybe my second mother Jaidah can teach me, She killed a lot of things, and she was kind enough to give me parts that I wanted to look at. I was very lucky to have Jaidah in my life after my first mother died in the meteor crash.

Since I am not trained in the ways of death, I must wait for it. I must have patience for things still living to die, or find things already dead with my excellent nose. Today I stalk this black girl. I stalk her on my own black limbs, slender and lean, yet I am able to hold myself low to the ground, close to the rock and dirt of the crater. I am not cleanest of wolves, I get dirty and apparently smell like nothing but death itself. I like the smell of rotting flesh gracing my pelt in a vile perfume. I find if I want death to come around me, I should smell like death. My logic is sound, I think it makes sense but I am really caught up in my own mind, my own imagination and apparently my interpretation of life, the universe, and everything is on the strange side, but I do not care, I think how I think and I cannot stop it from happening.

I keep on the heels of the black girl with the pink eyes, I keep on her trail with a strange determination. I know she isn't going to die soon, but maybe, just maybe she will just...fall over and I can have her eyes all to myself. Maybe...she will go to sleep and I can pry them out without her noticing. My light grey pelt, like a soft chalk, is dull in the light of the sun, only my golden saddle shines and shimmers. The rocks don't provide much cover and I am not the best stalker. The black eventually notices me, becomes panicked and runs. My ears perk and my white face frowns, knowing I cannot catch up to her in time. I lay on my belly, blinking as a whine escapes me. Now what will I do? should I follow her trail? Should I hunt for the dead instead of wishing for death on the living? If only I knew how to take down another wolf...then I could have things my way. I sigh as I rest my pretty face on my black paws. I now must decide what plan of action to take next.
Three Years - Loved by None - Protected by None


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