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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WHO'S SO PHONY?
IP: 71.192.221.44

HiDE FROM YOUR FAMiLY

He’s not scared. One of the things that’s important about Dimitri is that he’s rarely truly fearful. A threat to the life of the one that doesn’t want to live isn’t something to be scared of—it’s welcomed. He’d welcome it from anyone who tried to threaten it. It all made sense. He wouldn’t flash teeth. He wouldn’t show fear. It was the mistake that every attacker would ever try to make. Dimitri would never fear a stranger. It wasn’t worth wasting time an energy on—a murder without passion was just another death, so why should he fret? He wouldn’t fret. He wouldn’t worry. The bones would simply stack up.

He missed the passion in his world. As the stranger approached, Dimitri didn’t get up. An inward smirk came to his lips—the lower ranking creature always spoke first, it was demon culture. There was something bizarre about the creature that approached, but the man with the Technicolor eyes hardly reacted. No swish of the tail, no turn of the head, just a simple flick of his gaze to watch the shadow as it moved closer. He wouldn’t give the creature any sort of satisfaction from approaching… he’d just be here. He would just stay where he was… stay put.

“You confuse lonely and alone, though now I suppose neither is an issue.” He speaks with the Russian accent Makism had passed down, hardly a father yet he’d had an impact. He doesn’t like the sound of brother on this man’s lips. He had three brothers, and this man was not one of them.

DiMiTRi
they won't know you now
by hound help from russ



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