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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and he's gotta be fresh from the fight




I remained where I stood, the scent of blood and flesh cloying the air with its heady and thick scent, mingling with the patchy odour of fear and aggression that melted from my own form to coil and twist with Zen’s until the very night air itself seemed to spike and thrum along with my aggression and adrenaline. Fear is an incredible drug, one I know my weakness for all to well and indeed that is why I remained at length from the dark female I had long called my own. I did not...trust myself, not in this state. I had near murdered a child the last time this had occurred. I had been younger, yes and indeed not in possession of the kind of control that came with experience and age and yet even so I remember this feeling, I know what it is to simply feed and feed on the last of blood until nothing but another body remains and I refuse to allow Zen to witness such a thing. I may be many, many things in this life, but a lady should never have to witness a boy in such a condition as this, it is simply not acceptable. So I remained a distance from her, breathing heavy, tongue lolling forward in a pant, pacing until the earth lay scratched and torn and the energy finally began to dip and waver, forcing my body to calm, forcing the sheets of red fury from my mind. Violet gaze rested once more upon the bodies that lay scattered as lips mumbled a few words, a hushed prayer, a blessing of sorts so long used by my blood and art to allow others to pass to the heavens. Perhaps they did not deserve such a fitting finale, yet they had been robbed of life, their own greed and selfishness, their inability to understand that nothing and no one is permitted to touch what I deem to be mine has cost them more than they were surely willing to pay. Perhaps it was pity that caused the words to spill from my lips and cast their souls onto the land that lingered beyond. Even so, the words were begrudging, lips still managing to lift in a parting snarl of sorts before I raised the violent glow of my gaze to the darkness again, ears sliding forward to seek the blackened form of the female that they had preyed upon- and payed for.

Her voice drew my attention once more, violet gaze parting the gloom of the trees as her own broken lyrics finally managed to permeate the cloud of my mind as I moved forward, stepping over and around the broken bodies of the males I had deemed unworthy of existence, making my way towards the emerald-eyed girl who seemed to slump against the trees. I frowned, brow knitting together even in the darkness as the scent of blood still so freash managed to catch itself upon the breeze. She was...hurt. Tail lashed in agitation once more, anger seething back up in my system. She had been injured, bitten, marked and truly in that moment it was fortunate such vile creatures had the politeness to die, lest I be forced to kill them all over again. Her words were fractured, broken and marked with pain as lingered before her, my own anxiety clawing at my chest. I knew nothing of healing, my entire life had been dedicated to injuring others, not fixing them and truly, though I had never seen what it was that would drive a healer to pursue such an art- I had come to respect and admire such wolves. Unfortunately they had decided to become annoyingly absent this night. Where was Moth or Brooke and Isola when they were truly needed. Violet gaze drifted once more to Zen’s shoulder, her blood seeming black in the dark. There was little I could do save for lick the damn thing and honestly that would hardly help in this moment. Her words found my mind once more, gaze lifting to her own as I prepared to howl, to summon forth someone, anyone useful. Do I know Moss?

“Who is this Moss? Darling you are not talking sense, I know no wolf of that name I.....oh- moss.”

If it were not for the seriousness of the situation I may well have been inclined to laugh, as it was I turned from her, one eye raising slightly at her bizarre question. Of course I could find moss, I was surely not that entirely useless now was I? Moss. Yes, moss, that odd little wet plant. I snorted, lunging away and into the darkness. Honestly, was this what I had been reduced to? Hunting for wet plants? I, the great king of Moladion? I snorted, agitated with myself more than any such mission. She had been harmed, I should never have allowed her to wander. Jaws closed around what i deemed to be sufficient moss-like, the plant wet and cold atop my tongue as I leapt back through the darkness and towards her. I had no intention of allowing her to die and quite honestly as long as she was capable of giving direction I saw no way in which our partnership could fail. I moved easily enough to her side, snowy pelt still draped in a sickening red blanket as I placed the moss at her paws. How was I supposed to stop her bleeding with this? Was she supposed to eat it? Both eyes rose to her once more.

“Well darling? Are you going to tell me what to do with it or are you going to bleed unattractively all over that tree, hmm?”




h e y e l
The King




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