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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365 Heavens To Destroy
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Posted on March 31, 2014 at 06:50:25 AM by D ' M A N A C O


The Demon is screaming in my head again, an unrelenting typhoon of curses and threats, berating me for Blood, for Flesh, to Sate that Insatiable Need to fill my gut with the Corpses of my own kind. My Curse, that I have only recently discovered was passed down to me by my Mother, perhaps manifested and mutated into a darker more sinister form... for it is said she too, was plagued by voices in her head. That she too, once succumbed to Cannibalism... Out of desperation and abuse to the point her mind finally fractured. But mine was a whole 'nother realm of totally Fucked Up. This didn't happen over time, due to the actions of some perverted sicko. I was born like this.

The Blackouts are sometimes spurned by flared tempers, provoked by Wolves too foolish to keep their traps shut. And Sometimes, they come without any warning what-so-ever. I never know what happens during these periods of lost time. I only know I wake in pools of blood and eviscerated body parts. My heart still racing and body shaking with the after effects of Adrenaline. Like a Junkie coming down from a High. I seek always Seclusion. Seclusion is the best defense. If there is no one to rouse my Ire then the Demon can be kept at Bay. If the Demon dos surge, then in Seclusion there is a better chance there will be no casualties.

The only wolf that has managed to strike up some meager form of a bond with me, is that estranged female Tick Tock. She must have been a glutton for punishment, for taking the brunt of the Demon's wrath whenever it threatens to destroy whatever beating heart falls before it's Hungering eyes.

Susil Crags is always a safe bet for solitude. Well, most always. I'd created a make-shift den to shield my monstrous body from the bright rays of the sun, remaining enshrouded in silver shadow within a tomb of jagged rock within the sharp cliff face of the crags. I am fighting for sleep, praying the dark void will take me and spare me more of this unholy force shrieking in my skull. Teeth grind against teeth and jaws continuously clench over and over. I am curled over myself in the tight space within the rock, eyes shut tight and tail curled across dragonesque muzzle. I am dancing on the precipace, so close to that elusive state that I can almost taste the sandman's dream dust.

And then that voice. Loud and masculine and entirely obnoxious... Electric yellow eyes snap open with a snarl. Violet veins of purple lightning streaking through the irises as I roll my eyes and snarl again derisively. I would skin the poor beast that would deprive me this singular saving grace.

Peeling my massive frame from within the rock chasm, obsidian painted muzzle slicing through the shadows as I step from beneath the lee of stones to stare hard over the edge of the rocky ledge some several yards from where the black male is sunning himself.

I stare hard at him for several long moments.

Taaaaake himmmm That devious demon voice slithers through my head enticingly. Let me havvvvvve hissss flesssh

I find myself licking my lips despite the way my mind shies from the very notion.

it would be sssssooo eassssssy

But then, another figure appears, a younger female, flanked shortly by a third. The Demon's voice grows quiet for a moment, for even the Demon knows when it is outnumbered. But I still feel the stabbing sting of needles pricking the back of my brain, buzzing with the merciless craving to sink my fangs into the black fool's jugular.

No one had spoken as of yet and it was a weird silence considering how much ruckus had brought the group together.

"Well are you all going to fucking sit there like a bunch of mutes, or did you just decide to Fuck up my nap for the sake of being a douche bag?"

I grunted from my ledge up above. I knew I was taking out my anger and frustration on wolves that didn't have any clue I was even there, let alone my current state of mind. Still, cursing at them was better then letting the Demon loose and allowing it to wreak havoc upon the whole lot of them, right?




† D ' M A N A C O †


365 Heavens To Destroy

Bastard † 6 years of Filth † Single Wraith † No Hellish Domain † Monster Spawn of Abraxas & Teagan




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