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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There, he carries his own kill across the rocky terrain and toward her now, both sheep of a sizable nature in comparison. She has now yearned for both ends of the spectrum of time; Lucian being much older than she and Elijah being younger. She had never imagined herself to be old as of yet though she knows those years are just on the brink of the horizon – she could never live with herself becoming feeble and weak of mind. Soon she must concoct a plan if such a terrible fate were to befall her in her later years. Luckily enough she is a beast of fine genetics and has not felt a touch of her older age in the sense of physical limitations, this being a fact that she will gladly back up with force if need be.

She had readily shared a meal with Tobias at one point being that he is her oldest companion yet she does not care to entertain the whims of his son this late night when it comes to her possession. She licks at the bloodied throat of the animal as virulent eyes watch him in a rapacious manner, the hairs upon her neck and spine lifting toward the stars as he comes too close and a guttural snarl reverberating within her chords as her lips draw upward in a twisted display of aggression. The growl is deep and unwavering, heightening in tone as his teeth clamp down upon the hindquarter of the sheep and her jaws reach out to grapple onto the throat.

Foolish he is for waging a war on such terms and he will quickly learn why he is mistaken for doing so. His head jerks back and the sheep is pulled taught between them, her paws bracing heavily against the earth as she yanks toward her side voraciously, the same snarl still rumbling like thunder within her chest. Her skulls moves with the shaking of the sheep as he snaps his own head back and forth on the other end and she tugs heavily once more at her side, backing up slightly as she goes.

She will not lose her first meal in days – not even to him. Even as his playful position takes her by surprise she still holds strongly to the neck of the victim, unyielding of her grip. She had never truly learned how to… play with another even in her years as a young pup. Stella had never partaken in any of these events and so the actions he now boasts seem almost foreign to her. Does he think this is just a game? To Stella it is not. It is a fight for her meal. Perhaps she can show him someday of her own form of game if he wishes to play.

The voice that slithers through the thick pelage of the sheep is oddly different as he bites deeper into the haunches though she does not think too much upon the fact. Had he always sounded like that anyway? She couldn’t really recall – after all she never paid very much attention to the timbre of his voice before. This voice reminded her vaguely of Lucian in some mannerisms though and only sought to drive her deeper into her stubborn fit. A deep growl ripples through her throat as she tugs backward in succession and steps as she does, giving way to his pulling for a moment before giving one last haul with a curve of her neck and the momentum of her body’s movement.
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