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.

Return to Lunar Children

I've been looking for a breath of life

The darkness of the night makes this whole scene almost surreal. She blinks a few times, her eyes attempting to adjust to the way he moves, all jittery with the weight of exhaustion pressing down upon him. For a moment she does not see him move until he is headed in her direction and Aithne's body tenses, her muscles rolling and ready for her to pounce should he attempt to take his crazed display out on her. She can be assured that if he tried such, she would not end up like the dead cat nearby. The crazy boy, as she has come to think of him in these brief seconds, does not attempt to attack her. It is clear now that he is closer that Ragnarok would not last but another hour or so on his legs before he would crash hard. He might even fester with infection if he did not get treated but it wasn't like Aithne knew a damn thing about herbology and helping some deranged stranger wasn't high on her to-do list. He'd figure it out.

Spirane. That is the direction in which he heads and she releases a breath as he passes her, intent on his destination. She chances a glance at the still figure of the cat; Ragnarok must be a skilled fighter to fend off such a beast in this pitch black. Her body curves around on itself as she begins to follow him, rather intrigued about this mystery male. A fighter would be worthy in the swampland of demons and she finds her mouth twitching into a wry grin at his back. Oh, he was a demon fighter was he? Well that figured.

The moment he turns back to look at her she lets the grin fall away, her face carefully blank once more. "I rather like to think my soul is stronger than that," she answers him. No demon was going to possess her soul, not without one helluva a spiritual fight. Besides, she didn't believe one wit of what this guy was saying. It was obvious to her he was sleep deprived and probably suffering from blood loss. What he needed was a good long sleep and someone to make sure he got it. Would it be a kindness to knock him out - if she could - while he faced away from her?

She is struck by his question though and lets silence descend while she thinks. "Is it ever right to kill an innocent?" She shoots back, not quite sure how to answer this moral dilemma he was having. "Don't you think you ought to sleep? I could watch out for demons for you while you catch some shut eye." She doesn't think he will accept her offer and doesn't even know why she offers it but she felt a stirring of pity for him. Whatever was real or not he couldn't make it in life as he was. And Aithne, a wolf from Iromar, was the one showing compassion to a soul that seemed even more lost and damned than the ones she surrounded herself with.

Fallen for the fear and done some disappearing; bow down to the mighty


There have been no replies.

Post a reply:
Password To Edit Post:

Create Your Own Free Message Board or Free Forum!
Hosted By Boards2Go Copyright © 2020