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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She moves to seek her own victim tonight, the emerald of his gaze cast asunder and towards the creature whom has captured his interest as his own hefty form is hauled forward and atop the scared earth he has dictated as his hunting ground this evening. It is a true moment of rarity indeed in which both facets of his mind are given to combine in a single moment of unison, Angel and Demon fixated upon this single target as his form of snow and coal and blood lunges across the earth, each muscle taught and powerful, each thick limb extend with the ease of youth and the grace of the angelic line that assures a smooth ascension atop that snowy plain. His jaws readily find their mark upon a single mountain sheep, those sizeable appendages parted to seal the fate of the animal in a manner near instantaneous as blood dribbles readily across his jaw and throat and Ego dances within his mind in sinful glee. It is not very rich, Elijah. That darkened, rusted voice is ignored for now as he proceeds to drag the young sheep atop the rock and stone, droplets of blood spattering the white snow beneath as the hind hooves trail limply in the snow behind him and the emerald of his gaze seeks purchase upon his companion as her own head shakes- her own catch within her jaws.

He is surprised, perhaps, that she had managed to seize one of the sheep, she was older- less agile and yet his mind is content in this knowledge of her ability to secure her food- that even though she is aged more then himself she remains capable of hunting, providing, a desire more primitive given to relish in this understanding as heavy paws take him back towards the dark female once more. He is…..awkward, perhaps, within social situations- a lack of exposure to such things surely resulting in his own lack of ability to truly perceive them. His own prey is lowered carefully to the earth, the body still warm with the heat of life as he advances suddenly upon the female now. That he should not take what is not his has never truly occurred to him, for he has never had to share and yet this evening it would seem he has decided it is her sheep he fancies as heckles lift like bloodied knives. There is no true aggression within his actions, more so, he tests her again, pressing again into her space, curious as to how easily she may be cowed before he lunges suddenly to seize the other end of the sheep- the body drawn between them now as emerald eyes meet her own for barely a moment, a simper of sorts tracing his lip-

Before he pulls.

It is a violent tug of war game he seeks to initiate, for no other reason than because he desires to play this game, because he has been denied the company of another for so long and it would seem those within him are at war once more. It is Elijah that seems to delight in this game, in pitting his youthful, masculine strength against her own while Ego snarls within, seeking to dominate her, deny her this meal- the result a shocking amount of force offered from the young male as his head shakes violently now in play, frame hauling backwards again and again- as if he seeks to work her up, to draw play from her in this conflict of interest and desire and need. It is a game indeed, though an undercurrent exists, a desire to be the victor in such a display- though it remains wholly playful for now as he seeks to test every ribbon of strength she possesses, form bowing down in the universal offer of game as teeth spear more deeply into the flesh.

If I win- I get to pick the next game.

It is almost a hiss between his teeth, this voice….deeper, heavier than the words that have previously left Elijah’s lips- as if the voice belongs to another entirely, for indeed perhaps it does, Ego given to haul backwards upon the carcass now, seeking to take Stella by surprise with his sudden emergence- aiming to wrench the meal from her.




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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