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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it doesn't exist if you can hide it behind your teeth.

how long will we blame the devils on our shoulders

This is anticipation, I suppose. It is most annoying, I will admit, that I have chosen the position of the waiting. Whoever he is, he takes his time. It is smart, I suppose. After all, I too am seeking out his form within the mists. Eventually, though, there is a stirring. Time seems slower here. The mists part barely to reveal him; young, slender, pale. I do not know him. He smells not of pack. What have I to worry for?

The bite is quick. The sear of its burn is a ecstatic. It courses down my leg like warm water; intense and yet, I flinch only so that I may twist around to see him up close. I twist my neck back, eyes staring into his in those moments as I watch his teeth vanish into my fur and skin. I watch as beads of red begin to break across the white of my fur. This, in some way, is what I have been waiting for. The pain is enough to send an influx of adrenaline into me. He steps away and I step with him, reveling in that additional flash of pain as my leg shifts to follow suit.

"Feel good?"

For now, I will allow him his games. This is my game, too. He has the privilege of touching me. I am allowing it, but I will take it away when I so please. For now, I merely question him as I step closer again. I will continue to move until he flinches. I will get as close as possible. I will breathe in his breath if I can. Then I will speak, low and quiet as the mist.

"Do you feel...powerful, colubrum?"

I call him for what he is: a snake. Quiet and sly in the deepest pits of this place. What game is he trying to play? I know my own game. If I can, I shall play it. He will need to squirm if he wants me to play be his rules.

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