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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:: Sins of The Father :: (Stella)
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It is only as he draws away from the Diveen pack land that his form begins to unfurl, to extend, his towering frame unfolding to display the layers of muscle and power that exist within the towering creature as limbs extend forward into a lope that eats away at the ground and betrays the grace of his bloodlines. Each movement a flawless stride that displays the perfection of a male within his prime as snow and dark embrace his form of obsidian and alabaster. For a creature so large his paws are silent, a whisper atop the earth, his motion effortless in it’s extent and a display of breeding- of a pedigree unlike any other. For there is no creature whom exists with the blood of more Alpha the he- save for a brother long dead and a father he recoils from even still. His path is set, assured, heavy paws carrying him upon a trail he has taken many times, one he has learned is….safe. For Tobias does to haunt the lower forests and Elijah has learned to avoid the Nightmare that has long sought his scent like moth to flame. He knows she follows and in that he is content, free from the eyes of Diveen that watch and linger forevermore as he delves deeper into the forests. Long limbs rise once more, large claws scraping at stone as he lunges suddenly upward in a manner more athletic then one may believe him capable off to haul himself upward and atop the crags of rock and stone he has chosen for tonight. Prey is scarcer here, yet it is large, the mountain deer thicker, heavier. No mere rabbit will consume his hunger. He is large- so must his meals be.

One dark ear inclines backward as she joins him upon the open ledges of tattered rock and bare earth, the clear air of the eve once more assaulting of his senses as nature ensnares his mind with other thoughts, driving him again to press close to her space, to press against such boundaries for a second time as he wanders behind her- and past, offering her no chance to bare her teeth as he knows she will. This time- he simply passes. He offers no words now, for words are wasted when it is a hunt he desires, muzzle lifted high beneath the moonlight as he seeks to inhale a scent of another kind. A rumbling growl, a deep and primal sound echoing within his chest I released as the scent of prey is caught upon and those powerful limbs extend once more to blend with night and snow and shadow as he presses deeper into the darkness. His own scent is thick within this area, this a common hunting ground for the male- a place few ever come and for this reason alone he frequents it. He has been taught to stay away, conditioned to avoid others and yet Ego’s bay for blood grows only more potent tonight as mind of Angel and Demon being to converge. There are times indeed, when two minds are greater then one, when Angel and Demon may combine to create something….other. This drive for blood a shared desire as his form lowers to the earth.

They exist before him now, small herd of mountain sheep that pick at the scraps of grass that grow between rock and snow, they are thick animals, well fed and fat with meat as emerald eyes focus entirely upon them and red heckles lift along his spine- a shock of russet in the dark. It is only now he turns towards her again, though it is not with a look of comradery, a simper of sorts given to alight his features. It is a challenge, not a partnership he offers- for he is an aggressive creature in the face of food and yet…a competitive one. He seeks to have his meal before she does, desires to see her move and run, his mind….demanding this understanding. She must be fit, she must be healthy as he is- else his interest may be inclined to go no further. Instinct demands it, demands she prove she is capable tonight as this unspoken challenge is offered and his own form barrels suddenly forward, lunging for the nearest of the sheep.

i can feel your heart beat
7 years || Tobias x Aaliyah || Brother to Reaver, Riven and Sier || No Mate || Never to Imprint || Diveen
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