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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your heart set on fire
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kerosene dream
your heart set on fire & the whole town screamed
What a beautiful sight for a night owl to witness, the first touches of color on a navy specked background. But, something else found her thinking of the morning as a wondrous thing, something she loved beyond reason. A soft breeze curled around her pelt, mingling with her nostrils as she inhaled what it carried to her. Like a shark in the water, the stark white femme fatale moves silently and swiftly across the rocks she has quickly assimilated to.

They remind her of her home, but without the harassing teeth and shunned cruelty. Crags of rock had been made by something her own pack only witnessed, something that happened before she was born. Stories of fire coming down, meant to frighten those weak willed enough to believe such fables into obeying. Nevertheless, the hunt has started, she moves on the scent of blood in the air and with hunger in her gaze. Maybe it was the starvation, or the rage, both was a definite possibility. Either way, that first taste of true meat - rather than the rotten scraps they let her have - she had gone mad with the taste of that metallic and sweet nectar that ran through wolven veins. The meat was a delectable delicacy, and she was on the trail of one who dashed herself against the rocks.

Blood to a wolf is fantastic, sex and mood were apparent, by taste she was rather tranquil. Maybe her corpse would give Jaidah the same peace. She has not eaten in some time, making sure to gain the lay of the land before she set her webs and began to wait. This little treat was in for a surprise this glorious morning.

She flags her white plume behind her above her hips, hackles raising on her alabaster back as she tracks the scent of the curious and peaceful wolf. Silent paws whisper softly against the rocks as her slim form moves closer and closer to her would-be victim. When she grows closer, she smoothes her form, taking on more pleasing features. Rather than hunger, she finds friendliness on her face, a smile rather than the feral baring of hungry teeth.

Letting her nails clack on the stones as she came up behind the wolf she tracked. "Hello, it's rather pretty, is it not?" Her tones are gentle, sweet, curious. Her bright jade eyes land on the red sun rising on the horizon, wondering if she killed the girl on the waterfall, would she turn the waters red as the sky? For now, she remains happily in the company of a stranger, smiling and relaxing as she takes in the scenery. Looking to the companion she will make, hoping for a lowered guard, trying to make the other believe she has only the intention of company.



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