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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.
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at night i feel like a vampire IP: 18.104.22.168 Posted on April 6, 2015 at 11:27:35 AM by c o v e t
Covet had always felt disdain for Heyel and the so-called angels, the fact that the male had thought he could classify wolves so easily in those ways. That it was said Covet's eyes made him a demon, and his urges did as well. But just eyes being something to label over? It had been something random in the gene pool, nothing that stemmed from his parents, as he understood. There had been gray in the mix, but a pale color of it. Mostly there had been yellows and ambers and a stray blue in his father's line, and he wasn't particularly clear on his mother's. But hers had looked normal enough from when he'd seen her. His colors were usual enough he would think; just a mixture of grays with white and black. Nothing too out there, though one side of his face had more white than the other.
Not causes to be leabeled a demon, though his bloodlust was. Only a few had known that to be an issue, though they might have heard other less flattering things about him to mark him anyway. Who knew what Malina had said to them of him, but Covet doesn't think too much on that. His feelings on Malina were mixed, and it gave him more insight on the matter where he might have been more blinded before. He loses less this way, though he could also admit to himself that he had lost quite enough in return. Covet heard Malina sigh from his words, but he thinks that they have value, if only to him. Not that he expects Malina to make his life easier; she only ever cloudied it, and why should she stop doing that now?
Her response told him he was correct in that idea, that she would not just leave him to whatever peace he could dig up. It was a question, so that was equally uncomfortable, though he'd never lied to her before. Why would he start now? Yet he did look a little discomforted by the fact and his answer. "My feelings for you had been as close to love as I suspect I can get, and now it is a dull ache. So yes, I think it worked for me." He felt annoyed to say it, to allow her to glimpse that kind of weakness, and his lips were pressed into a thin line after the fact. Yes, he could be gone tomorrow, but that wasn't in his plans. Covet wanted more than that this time. He did not know where to start in gaining that 'more', whatever it was, but he still craved it like he craved blood.
Covet had not abandoned his children, not in the way that indicated he knew full well what he was doing. He had left the thought of children, because he had never met them, hadn't ever gotten the chance to see them. The only thing that said they existed was their mothers who had sent them away or lost them, in Fathom's case. Covet still could not wrap his head around that one, but he supposed those were as good as dead by now for the fact of how easily Fathom had lost them. As for Malina's litter... who even knew? Covet had left to give them a better chance, because he would never know which youngster he couldn't eat, which one might have been his. The dilemma had been a terrible one, and he had told Malina of those thoughts the last time. Had she forgotten?
His nose wrinkled when Malina brought up a daughter, not liking the implications of her words. No, he did not leave everything behind for nothing, he still remembered why. But she was speaking again and at one spot of words, Covet inhaled sharply and glanced to the side. The child had his problem. That was what Malina had to mean with her words. "Damnit." It was a wary grumble, but he had to face it. "Has she been found out and marked? And does this mean you'll tell me who she is?" He watched Malina closely, because even if she didn't, he now had enough information to search all by himself. But of course there was other concerns, too. Covet would help as much as he could on the matter. But where to start, that was the issue here. And how did he tell her he'd let himself slide downhill more?
He looked at her as if waiting for something, but then he began to speak; "I tried to stop. I thought that maybe if I could, then maybe.." His brows furrowed and he shook that thought pattern away. "Thing is, that didn't work as well as I'd hoped. With several tries I found that I could go two weeks without wolf blood before I started to go into a frenzy. I know, also, that it works in different ways for some of my.. bloodline. Most of them are purely cannibals, whether by need or want. I did not need the flesh, that was never a problem. Perhaps my father's blood diluted it enough, or maybe it's just me, I do not know." He paused, regarded Malina carefully. "Tell me of my daughter." It wasn't quite a request now, because Covet was demanding it. He wanted to fix what he could; if he could.