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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:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


I am loving it Tobias. It is perfect

Somewhere, somewhere, within the depths of his blackened mind these words twist and turn and recoil like a cornered viper that flashes itís fangs and spits venom with hatred and poisonous glee. His mind is so fractured, so broken and wretched within itself that he could not see the beauty of the cave lit with glowing moths that reflected upon the pools of water, he sees nothing, feels nothing within his world of obsidian shadows and unrelenting desire to feed and yet these words have penetrated, slithering into the pieces of his mind and conscious and he understands them to be good, her tone light and calm, reflecting a pleasure within herself that he cannot feel, understanding only that he has pleased her and for whatever reason- this is enough. To say such a creature is selfless is a lie so blatant and sickening it deserves not to be told and yet- he seeks only to bring her what she desires though his mind does not often understand this, rebels against it while those demons hiss and rage and drive him forward and towards his next meal with hate and rage against in a world he cannot understand, a world he does not truly exist in- yet time and again he returns to the Angel of red and white, seeking to make her smile. He feels nothing. Yet some part of himself, some blackened, broken part understand that she does and his wretched mind has become almost obsessed with creating this feeling within her. He is a creature of instinct and desire to feed, his mind is basic in itís intelligence and utterly selfish in itself, for he cannot perceive the needs of others, yet nor can he truly perceive self and identify himself as a being. Thus how can he be selfish? How can he be selfless? He is nothing and everything, a sin and curse and contradiction upon this earth who seeks time and again to stir emotions within his mate, for no reason other then he can, as if these feelings reflected upon her features and within the tone of her words are given to display what he cannot, as if he seeks to live through her, have her display what he canít and yet- perhaps this is not it at all, perhaps his violent mind merely reacts and acts upon the fragment of patterns in his mind, mimicking and toying. Aaliyah will never know. Thos words are stored, filed within his mind, connecting Aaliyah, cave, Tobias, perfect. He will not forget. Tobias never forgets.

The sun begins to rise within the sky, rays of light so bright and gold, piercing the darkness of his kingdom, driving back that shadows that cling and swarm against the blackened cape of obsidian he wears as a pelt, stinging at his eyes and causing his lip to curl in disdain as a hiss rises within his chest. He detests the daylight, recoils from the way it shines upon the water and gleams with a vile glow. He will not stay much longer, he cannot, his broken mind will not allow it and already those demons gnaw and chew upon his fractured conscious. Yet he stays longer still, seated within the water in a way of obscurity, his pelt heavy and sodden, emerald gaze held with blank and devoid intensity against her own as he waits, seeking her reaction, demanding it, unable to understand that she cannot piece together what he seeks for he has no other way of communicating, cannot express what he has not seen or heard before like a recorded voice upon a broken record. He does not understand, cannot perceive that turmoil within Aaliyah as she struggles to comprehend his meaning, fearing his anger and frustration when she does not behave as he requires. She is not for eating, not for hurting, never, this he knows, yet his rage is no less terrifying and angry, his frustration at himself driving him forward as those demons twist within him. He cannot express himself and this, more than anything fuels his hatred of the world, like the soul user of sign-language in a world of words. He cannot perceive he is different, for she is like him, yet still she does not understand and once more his paw slams with fearful intensity against the water, showering himself in droplets as his stare remains fixated, blank, dead on her own- waiting. Until she grins.

His form relaxes, though his features do not change, his eyes remaining fixated upon her own though the muscles within his form release, easing, frustration alleviated for his goal has been achieved, like those he had witnessed, she expresses pleasure and that is enough, his mind connecting the water and her grin, an action he will repeat again and again like a child seeking itís mothers attention for the demons crave this, demand this. She rushes towards him, his form unmoving, and features unchanging as he watches her come as she laughs, his head tilting like a pup, ears pricked forward with the sound before his own lips part to mimic the action, a rush of air, a hiss of breath, a rasping sound released into the air. He cannot laugh, this is the one action he cannot mimic, the sound a mixture of growl and gasping and yet this is his attempt, his jaws shutting abruptly, unable to perceive that laughter does not end in this way, but fades slowly out, a reminder once more of his broken mind as the horrific sound is cut off and Aaliyah comes towards him as he sits bizarrely within the water, her muzzle seeking his neck in the way he has come to demand from her, teasing at the darkened hair, stained all the blacker by the water within his pelt as a rumble of satisfaction coils within his chest, head lowering slightly, allowing her to better access his pelt as her tongue smoothed the fur, his own muzzle reaching past her, gripping her ruff gently once more, tugging her forward and against him though indeed he surely possess the power to lift her entirely he is gentle, easy, mimicking her grooming of himself to near perfection as unblinking eyes focus ahead, staring blankly all the while before he leans back, her muzzle lifting to his ears as she speaks. His mind twists, coiling, seeking response to these words for indeed he has heard them before, recognises them- has a stored response as his gaze falls upon her own, features shifting slightly all the same as his mind revolts, attempting to understand, to repeat, to put together the broken words in his mind and respond as required.

ďAaliyah and Tobias. Perfect.Ē

His tone was liquid, smooth and deep, as perfect and exquisite as his features, these words new, formulated within his mind, her previous sentence returned to her, merely changed, displaying some ability to react to a situation, his lips parting to grip her muzzle between his jaws in a manner he repeats almost daily, understating the pleasure it brings, emerald gaze held against her own, seeking reaction to his words to assure their rightness before Aaliyah moved, grinning, his own form lifting to follow, unaware she wished to continue the game, for indeed he cannot perceive play, before her paw lifted, water exploding from beneath it and showering over him as he stood, abruptly seating himself once more, for the wolves he mimicked had been sitting, as water ran from his face, running in droplets from his nose as he stared, mind attempting to comprehend once more before his muscle suddenly coiled, ears folding back as he lifted to his haunches before lunging, changing the game, twisting it once more as he launched towards her, aiming to knock her down, pin her beneath him in the shallow water as he did once, long ago when they were both much smaller and a yearling Tobias had held a puppy Aaliyah to his chest. Tobias does not forget.

t o b i a s
6 years ~ Owner of Aaliyah ~ Stalker of None ~ Loner

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