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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where angels fear to tread

I was well on my way to a decent meal, to tasting blood and life upon my tongue, to take away from one unworthy only to strengthen me. I was pleased that my teeth already sunk into the thin skin and thick bone, crunching down with incredible force. I made sure to dash my body to the inner side of the creature as it attempts to ram its head towards me. I even managed a half-laugh at such a pathetic attempt, my mouth full of my future meal so it doesn't come out as glorious as it perhaps should have.

Yet of course right as I do laugh, I see a streak of white in the corner of my eye. I do not know who it is immediately, but my dark fur does stand on edge. I do know not to ignore this intruder, but I also cannot ignore my angered prey. I snarl a warning, my orange eyes focusing in on the one who now attacks the other limb.

The scent comes to my nose, and my eyes are naturally trained to easily recognize those I have met before. It is that damn Glorall wolf. What the hell does he want? The creature swings its head back towards me as I narrowly escape touch, forcefully pulling back on the limb. I cannot allow him to get away with this, and yet there isn't much that I can really do at the moment...or is there?

I narrow my eyes, my large yet naturally graceful form moving with frightening speed as I release the now extra damaged limb from my grasp. I pull back, my jaws reaching out to snap at his own hind legs before I race around him. I feel the cold wetness of water upon my fur, but that does not stop an assassin as skilled as I. I run around the male, until I am on the other side of the buck. With the speed of an angry viper I then lash out, my jaws latching onto the neck of the deer.

My teeth sink in, and I feel blood running around my muzzle. I know I had landed on the most vital of spots, where blood will flow freely and death is certainly imminent for this creature. I shake my head to increase the tear, my orange and blue eyes flashing towards the male that dare interrupt my hunt. My look is touched with threat, a subtle sign of the damage my dark jaws can have upon his pretty white neck. I can feel the fight of the creature, a frontal kick to my shoulder but it is nothing as I pull back more, tearing skin and meat, feeling the fight and life drain as the sound of a gentle waterfall echoes in the background. It has been a long time since I have killed with another, and there is a certain aspect of...thrill with it, yet, is this Glorall boy worth any of it?


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