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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but I won't let this world wipe me out


His growl fuelled her; it fed the part of her that revelled in his weakness, enjoyed the feel of her sharpened words piercing the softest spots of his mind. Did it hurt, Vague? To remember the smell of your burning children and the way their faces slowly slipped away from your memory? She smiled darkly, the tips of her teeth just visible as she snorted in amusement. It was then that he leapt and though she could have uncoiled her body as if a spring, she allowed for him to make his mark; she fell with his weight, the blow lessened by her willingness and she fell with a shrill laughter piercing the air. Even as he bared down on her, she merely allowed her paws to dangle boredly above her, her face crumpled into a dark, wrinkled grin as she continued her choir of laughter. He spoke, hissing his words and she leaned her head in closer to him, their noses almost touching as she too spat her words.

"I know you, wolf, and I know about you. I know you will die sooner than you think, and you will be left for the buzzards and foxes; nobody will weep and nobody will say prayers for your soul," she snarled, her lips curling up over her teeth as she pressed her face against his, "But I think I'll take your mate first; give you a fresh reminder of what death looks like - what it smells like. Don't fall asleep Vague - you'll wake up next to her corpse."

He leaned down, slowly pressing against her and lowering his teeth into the muscle of her shoulder; she snarled, a snarl that slowly contorted once more into laughter. She had been trained to ignore pain, to bend it to her will; besides, a pathetic way of trying to injure her. At that same time, she reached out with her own fangs, twisting her head and aiming for his ear; she wished to tear it, to split the skin and turn it to ribbons as Heyel's was. She would not press the matter though and if she missed, then so be it; she had bigger greater things to do now. She was to get the warrant - a warrant to kill Vague.

"Remember you? Nobody will remember you," she snarled, her laughter dying off so suddenly - she twisted to meet his gaze, her lips pulling up into a toothy grin as he lifted off her. She remained on her back, reaching around and lapping the blood from her own shoulder as Vague moved away from her - a wise move, though she doubted her own desire to take his throat in that moment. No, they would wait and they would find him. If she did not do it, then another would. 'I will hunt you; Azrael, Ava, Heyel - we will not stop until your blood is snuffed out, until your soul rots away with your pathetic children. Enjoy your time, wolf, because soon enough I will skin you alive."

With that, she lazily rolled to her side and rose to her feet, the smile unwavering and her gaze never once leaving his own as she shook her pelt free of debris and once more lapped at her wound. If he had nothing more to say on the matter, then she would merely turn and begin away at the same leisurely jog she had approached him with. The mark stung, yes, but it was ignored - her anger stomped out the pain long before it had time to reach her mind. Vague, though, he would know true pain.

malina
female / four / no mate / no imprint / brooke x amorak


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