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.
AT NIGHT I FEEL LIKE A VAMPIRE IP: 220.127.116.11 Posted on March 20, 2013 at 09:59:06 PM by CoVET
tonight, my head is spinning; I NEED SOMETHING TO PICK ME UP ______________________________________________
It cut into him, quick and hard and cold. Ties severed, binds loosened from him. It was a sharp pain, but it had faded. He had gone into the shadows to watch and wait, and it was within that time that the pain had run through him. He'd gone into shock for a few days, but then things smoothed over, and he no longer had the nagging pull tugging at his mind. It was better this way, and he could lapse back into the dark. It's been awhile since he had desired any form of company or allowed it anywhere near him.
At least.... company that didn't die. He was a twisted sort even from his own bloodline, yes. When he killed other wolves, he didn't eat their meat. Other animals, sure. But he still liked to kill the wolves more. Like to rip them apart and drag them off and lick up the blood. Tear them open more seeking the liquid. It was some sort of middle to who he had been born as. Not quite a cannibal in the full sense, but not the kind that took no part in the wolf kills he made. A good center to it all, one might suppose.
He didn't care. And he was hungry again, searching out another wolf to sink his teeth into. Eventually he found just that; some wolf that was weaker then him to tear into. Didn't take long, and he was digging for blood through the carcass like a pro as it was. The spray of it was across his chest and face, his muzzle dipped in the warming liquid as it cooled from the heated flow it had once been. Covet hated when it went cold; and that was why he usually worked fast to get it.
AT NIGHT I FEEL LIKE A VAMPIRE
it's not right; i just can't give it up