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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We'll bring them pain

The crags were a neighboring land to his home. He traveled here often to scout out the wolves that linger here, to look for traveling prey that might make for a great feast. He also enjoyed searching for suitable bones to add to my growing throne. The crags could be a dangerous place for clumsy prey, slipping and falling to their doom. He had once caught a large bull elk injured from a slip on the rocks and killed it with ease. Yes, he enjoyed having the crags so close, and on this day he made his rounds outside of his own swampy pack land.

His nose tastes the air as he stands upon a patch of thick rock. His hardened frame was something to watch in awe at. He had built himself up over the years, focusing on strengthening himself. There was no denying his long, thick legs and compact, yet large form. He was a beast from a hell, a true marvel of the lupine world, and when he tastes the very faint scent of Avery, his attention was heightened greatly.

Avery was a girl whose tasks she never completed...and yet he was not angered by this. Avery herself was a strong girl, holding much potential, and yet was led astray by her betrayer mother. She only needs a little guidance, a little push in the right direction. Perhaps all could be forgiven if she came back to Iromar...perhaps that what he wishes. He hopped down from the rock, paws carrying him forth as he nose touches the ground to follow the scent. Yet when the scenery grows closer towards the edge of the crags, he sees her dark figure far off...and a figure of white and red. He lowers himself low to the ground, the rocky ground giving him cover as only his head peeks above. It was the traitor, the betrayer. Immediately he felt his blood boil and he teeth clench. Yet this is a delicate situation. So delicate that Andras knew he could not simply go in there and rip her neck out. No, he needed to use the mind first. He needed Avery.

He then goes forth, trotting forward at a decent pace. It is not an approach of threat, yet he always had an air of dominance to him that was undeniable. He smiled at Avery, the single fang from his ripped lip exposed in greeting towards her. He came in right at Avery's last words, hearing them and feeling a sense of satisfaction from it.

"So she abandons you, only to replace you? What a pity. She didn't even invite you to live in her new home, yet is to birth new life into it," he state slyly, sunset eyes dashing over to the traitor with his smile fading to a hardened look. He narrows his eyes, coming to a stop next to Avery, and looking down upon her once more.

"Avery, perhaps my task for you was a bit more challenging, seeing as you were abandoned by your parents, with no one to show you the way. Dearest Avery, how about we go do your task together, hm?" he stated with his booming voice. There was a certain amount of fatherly comfort in his voice, a rare kindness that seeped from his vocals. Truly he did not mind searching for another elk skull - he really, really wanted another for his throne anyway, and his voice showed a genuine interest in the now adult girl. Yet then his eyes traveled to the traitor, his flickering behind him as he watches her carefully. He had to hold back his lust for blood, at least for now. Oh how he wanted to severe her spine and throw his corpse over the side of the crags. It was a blood lust that was only growing stronger with each pump of his heart. Yet it is not supposed to be the way of the demon to harm a pregnant woman...perhaps the traitor was in luck for getting knocked up.


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